Shaoyang didn't care, he didn't look at these people, but looked at the middle-aged man with a slight smile.

The middle-aged man smiled apologetically at Shaoyang, then turned around and shouted at these coaxing outer disciples:

"Shut up!"

This voice couldn't enter Shaoyang's ears at all, but it landed in the hearts of these outer disciples like a shocking thunderbolt.

The hall, which had been noisy just now, suddenly became quiet, and the silence was terrifying.

Those outer disciples took a few steps back and looked at the middle-aged man with a chill.

The difference in strength was there, and after this battle, no outer disciple dared to speak out, all of them lowered their heads and honestly lined up in a long line.

The middle-aged man swept his eyes coldly, turned his head with satisfaction, and began to rub the jade slip for Shaoyang.

After a while, the jade slip was rubbed.

"Senior Brother Cai, give it, I've been waiting for a long time. ”

The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Thank you!" Shaoyang took the jade slip, arched his hand, and said politely:

"It's over, and I'm leaving. Then he turned and walked away.

Looking at Shaoyang's disappearing figure, the middle-aged man's face was cloudy, and he sighed heavily for a long time.

"Elder Qingyu's personal disciples are indeed all perverts, it would be nice if I could also become a personal disciple!"

Obviously, he attributed Shaoyang's progress to Qingyu's contributions, and thought that as Qingyu's personal disciple, not only could various resources in the sect such as elixir herbs be used casually, but more importantly, Qingyu personally instructed him.

Shaoyang has advanced by leaps and bounds, and it is not impossible to rise to the fourth rank in a year, but he doesn't know that Qingyu, as Shaoyang's master, has not given anything to Shaoyang.

If the middle-aged man knows, I'm afraid he will beat his chest again and complain about the earth.

Shaoyang left the Lingyu Pavilion and went to the cultivation institute again.

After a year, it is time to test whether the cultivator is qualified.

Monastery!

A total of thirty-six teenagers to be tested were lined up neatly, and they looked at Shaoyang expectantly one by one.

A year ago, with Shaoyang's encouragement, they all worked hard to cultivate to the death.

Some even came out for two or three days to replenish their energy, and then began to cultivate day and night.

Now, a year has passed, and they are all very much looking forward to the results of their practice.

Shaoyang didn't waste time, learned from the brass back then, took out the crystal ball, and began to test it for the teenagers.

The reality is so cruel, if you can't practice hard alone, you have to look at the spiritual root.

Whether or not there is a spiritual root for cultivating immortals, this is a threshold for mortals to step into cultivating immortals, but this spiritual root is innate and cannot be changed.

Thirty-six teenagers were tested, and a few rejoiced and some cried.

The qualified ones were happy, jumping high, and some even ran to Shaoyang and knelt down, kowtowing three times in a row, they were sincerely grateful for Shaoyang's teachings a year ago.

And those who are not qualified will cry one by one into tears, dark and heartbroken.

Since then, the immortal path has nothing to do with them, they have to be reduced to a registered disciple, and they will never see their parents for the rest of their lives, and they can only die in Yuntian Sect.

For these, Shaoyang has already seen it very lightly!

This year's teenagers are not very talented, but the number of qualified students is much more than that of previous years.

Ten of the 36 teenagers passed the test, a proportion of nearly one-third, which is not comparable in previous years.

In Shaoyang's year, there were only four out of forty people, and the proportion was only one-tenth.

Shaoyang looked at these teenagers who passed the test, and their joy made him sigh in his heart.

Although these teenagers have become outer disciples, the most important ones in the Yuntian Sect are the outer disciples, especially the outer disciples like them, who have bad spiritual roots and poor talents.

To put it bluntly, these outer disciples are the same as registered disciples, and they have no status in the Yuntian Sect.

Shaoyang put away his thoughts, and instructed his subordinates to arrange the qualified and unqualified disciples separately, and then went into the house to cultivate.

After not seeing him for a year, and without any changes to the facilities in the house, he sat cross-legged and began to practice flying in the sky.

Three days later!

In Shaoyang's house, a white shadow broke out of the window and soared into the sky.

It wasn't until mid-air that the white shadow stopped.

This person was Shaoyang, he swept the ground with cold eyes, and the overview of the entire cultivation academy and even the inner disciples was in full view.

"Finally able to soar into the sky. ”

A smile appeared on the corner of Shaoyang's mouth, and he couldn't say the emotion in his heart, he had been waiting for this day for six years.

As soon as his belief moved, his spiritual power was running rapidly, he roared in the sky, flying in the air, at this moment, his mood had never been so happy.

It took a long time for him to put away his playfulness and return to the ground in a flash.

The speed of the flight was too fast, and he was sure that he would reach the Holy Spirit Cave in less than two minutes from here.

If it is from Yuemei's residence to the Holy Spirit Cave, a round trip will definitely not take more than ten minutes.

Shaoyang smiled slightly, walked into the house, and was about to sit cross-legged.

Suddenly!

There was a thunderclap outside the hospital.

"Cai Shaoyang, get out of here!"

Shaoyang frowned, this voice was too familiar, his consciousness swept away, and then his face became gloomy, and his eyes were cold.

The person shouting outside the courtyard was Li Chengbao, who gave him a heavy punch a year ago, and it turned out that it was another year of recruiting new disciples in the sect.

At this moment, he was taking five teenagers to the ashram.

As in previous years, the five teenagers led by him were terrified and curled up together, and it can be judged that the five teenagers were not less bullied by him.

At the right time, Shaoyang's eyes flickered, and this time it was just right to end the bullying against him at the beginning.

A year ago, Li Chengbao's cultivation was the sixth order of the karmic realm, and after a year, he did not improve at all, and he was still the sixth order of the karmic realm.

But feng shui takes turns, a year ago, Shaoyang was only the third order of karma, and at that time he was only bullied by others.

But now, he has reached the seventh order of the karma realm, and with the cyan jade talisman in his hand, he is no longer afraid of anyone in the Yuntian Sect except for the sect master and those elders.

Shaoyang's face was cold, all his divine consciousness was concentrated on Li Chengbao's body, his hands were clenched into fists, and his finger joints made an amazing gurgling sound.

Li Chengbao didn't notice that Shaoyang's divine sense had locked on him at all, and his thinking was still stuck a year ago, thinking that Shaoyang was just an ant of the third order of the first karmic realm.

If it weren't for Li Yunfei's obstruction, he would have already blasted Shaoyang into slag, and after not seeing him for a year, it would be impossible for an outer disciple like Shaoyang to make any progress.

In fact, it's not just him, I'm afraid anyone would think so!

Seeing that Shaoyang in the hospital did not react, he became angry and shouted again, and his strength increased several times.

"Cai Shaoyang, get out of here!"

As soon as the voice came out, the five teenagers behind him retreated ten feet back, frightened.

Although Li Chengbao was not targeting them, they were only teenagers, how could they have the slightest bit of resistance, and some of them couldn't bear it, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

And Li Chengbao's fierce spirit is even heavier, and his leopard eyes are as convex as a toad.

In his opinion, his might should have made Shaoyang have a long memory, and if he neglected him, he would have to pay the price of death.

Unexpectedly, Shaoyang dared not to bird him again!

A hairy boy of the third order of the karmic realm actually teased him again and again, which made him unacceptable, let alone unbearable!