Three months later –

A huge battleship slowly landed in front of a city, the hatch opened, and the disciples who couldn't hide their excitement walked down quickly.

Everyone looked at the surroundings with great curiosity.

The city in front of it has gone through countless long years, and under the continuous repair of many people in the city, it has been impregnable, looking back on history, but which force kills it, there is only one ending of defeat and escape.

Of course, this is not to say that a single city wall can block all the forces, but because on this city wall, there are many formation blessings, and in terms of stability, it is by no means comparable to Nebula City.

"Ladies and gentlemen, flying is not allowed in the territory of the Qingyun Sect, so we can only enter the sect on foot." Wei Weiwei pointed ahead and smiled at everyone.

Every time she returns to the sect, her mood always becomes happy, which is the so-called sense of belonging.

I don't know when Qingyun Sect became their second home.

With Wei Weiwei's words, the thousand disciples elected through the Qingyun Dabi all lined up obediently and followed behind Wei Weiwei.

After all, this is the Qingyun Sect, no matter how arrogant they are outside, after arriving here, even the dragon has to be coiled, and the tiger has to lie down, because the most important thing in this kind of big force is genius.

What's more, there are many people in their group who are used to make up the numbers.

"There are a lot of people today, and it seems that there are still people who don't belong to our Radiant Empire." In the team, there were disciples who kept sighing.

When Wei Weiwei heard this, a touch of pride flashed on her face, and she explained with a smile: "There's nothing strange about it, today is the last day for our Qingyun Sect to recruit disciples, so naturally there are a lot of cultivators who come. ”

As she spoke, Wei Weiwei also waved to the disciples behind her, and said, "Follow me closely, don't get separated, Qingyun Sect is very big, and if you miss the registration time, you will lose all your efforts." ”

Hearing Wei Weiwei say this, the disciples hurriedly moved closer to each other, after all, they finally came here after five levels and six generals, if they lost their places because they were lost, then they would just find a rope and hang them.

Suddenly, just as everyone was following Wei Weiwei intently, there was a sudden shouting and scolding in front of them.

"You're almost forty years old, and you're only condensing at the ninth layer, what are you doing here, hurry up and go back."

After speaking, the owner of the voice continued to shout at the disciples queuing up behind: "Listen to the rest of me, our Qingyun Sect only recruits disciples under the age of thirty, the bottom line is thirty years old, if there are more than thirty years old, they will consciously quit, and the province will not be able to hang on my face when I point it out!" ”

"Next!"

"Talent sucks, go down."

"Next!"

"The talent is mediocre, but the victory is young, you wait first, and stay there."

Hearing this voice, the disciples who followed Wei Weiwei were all shocked in their hearts, originally they thought that as long as they passed the Qingyun Dabi, they would be able to become a disciple of the Qingyun Sect steadily, but they didn't expect that before entering the sect, there was still such a threshold.

It can be said that those who relied on luck to pass the Qingyun Dabi still couldn't enter the Qingyun Sect in the end.

As if sensing the emotions in everyone's hearts, Wei Weiwei turned to everyone and said solemnly: "While you haven't entered the Qingyun Sect yet, you still have a chance to regret it, and when you hand over your respective identity tokens to the outer door manager, they will arrange for you to conduct the outer disciple competition in a month, only those who pass the outer disciple competition can be regarded as truly becoming the outer disciple of the Qingyun Sect." ”

This time, although Nebula City only recruited a thousand disciples, other cities did recruit a lot, with a total of tens of thousands.

And a month later, the outer disciple competition will eliminate about seventy percent of the people, and in the end, only about 10,000 people remain.

Hearing Wei Weiwei's words, the hearts of all the disciples felt like a stone had been pressed, heavy, hindering their breathing.

Soon, after handing over the identity token to the steward, one of the disciples walked through the square and entered the wooden houses.

These wooden houses are for the identity authentication of the disciples, of course, there are exceptions.

In one of the wooden houses, a middle-aged man said to a thin old man in front of him, "Old Zhao, how is the matter with what I asked you to do?" ”

The old man sitting at the wooden table raised his head when he heard this, and said: "How can it be so easy, Qingyun Sect naturally has the rules of Qingyun Sect, if you want a second-class disciple, then that's it, first-class disciple, even if it is me, it is difficult to operate in the dark, besides, if the people of the law enforcement team are investigated, I will not be able to escape the blame." ”

But before the old man could finish speaking, the middle-aged man interrupted impatiently: "Okay, I don't know what you mean?" ”

As he spoke, the man took out a bag from the storage bag and said softly, "Is it enough?" ”

After the old man took the bag, he first opened it and took a look, and when he saw the amount inside, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then the serious expression on his face began to converge, and he turned to a flattering smile.

"Enough is enough, this time the identity information is entered, I will find a random guy to scare him, and then arrange the name of a second-class disciple for him, I believe these people will be obedient."

The old man agreed very happily, and it was obvious that he usually did a lot of work.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man snorted coldly and said, "You have put away the things, but I don't care what method you use, you have to arrange my son's affairs for me beautifully." ”

After speaking, the middle-aged man turned around directly and pushed the door away.

It wasn't until the middle-aged man completely disappeared from his sight that Zhao Lao snorted coldly and put the bag full of things into the storage bag.

But he still sat aside and dozed off.

After all, the other party is a disciple of the inner sect of the Qingyun Sect, and he has heard that he will run for the elder of the inner sect for a while, and the middle-aged man just now is very likely to win the first place in this inner gate selection.

Therefore, although Zhao Lao was unhappy in his heart, he still responded honestly.

At that moment, a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Enter!"

A simple word, but it speaks of supreme majesty.

At this moment, a handsome young man in a black robe walked in from outside the door.

Zhao Lao didn't raise his eyebrows, and shouted directly: "Name, age, realm." ”

At this time, the young man was staring at the old man in front of him, and the old man in front of him was full of absent-mindedness, obviously thinking about something, but it was just a formality, and the young man didn't care too much.

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"Yang Chen, eighteen years old, the realm is... First-class disciple! ”

After speaking, Yang Chen directly stretched out his hand and wanted to put it on the spar for identity authentication.

But before his hand could touch the spar, he heard Zhao Lao in front of him hurriedly say, "Wait! ”

Just now, when he heard Yang Chen say that he was a first-class disciple, the expression on Zhao Lao's face became a little strange.

"I'm asking about your realm, not how many disciples you are, and besides, it's up to me to divide this disciple, or I have the final say, I say you're a first-class disciple, you are, I say no, then you're not."

Zhao Lao's tone was extremely serious, and he pointed at Yang Chen and reprimanded: "Hurry up and tell your realm, otherwise, don't blame me for being unkind to you!" ”

According to his thoughts, Yang Chen is only eighteen years old, and he should be a relatively easy guy to deal with. Regarding Zhao Lao's attitude, Yang Chen was a little speechless, if he didn't say the realm, would he be treated unceremoniously?

He, Yang Chen, when did he suffer this kind of anger, when he directly threw the token that Wei Weiwei handed over to him in front of Zhao Lao.

Seeing this, Zhao Lao glanced at Yang Chen in some surprise, and then picked up the token on the table unhurriedly.

But just looking at it like this, Zhao Lao's face changed, but his tone was still stern, and he said: "Where did you get this token, tell me the details, otherwise I have the right to suspect that your token was stolen." ”

Hearing this, Yang Chen was completely laughed at angrily, he was not a fool, he could naturally guess that the old man in front of him was trying to make things difficult for him.

This kind of token is personally issued by every envoy of the Qingyun Sect, and the purpose is to find some talents that are different from ordinary people when recruiting disciples, so they will directly give them away, and these disciples who are awarded tokens, even if they do not meet the rules of the Qingyun Sect for recruiting disciples, will be admitted exceptionally.

"This is what Wei Weiwei gave me." Yang Chen said lightly: "Don't you think that I can steal this token from your sect's envoy?" ”

Hearing this, Zhao Lao's eyes rolled slightly, and when he looked up at Yang Chen again, a smile appeared on his face.

Through the simple conversation just now, he understood that he had lost his eyes today, but because of the gift, the matter still had to be done after all.

After reading it a few times, Zhao Lao said earnestly: "Boy, your name is Yang Chen, right?" Although you get this token given by the Wei envoy, you can get the treatment of a first-class disciple, but this kind of disciple is not so easy to be, the first-class disciple has to accept the challenge of other disciples at any time, with your strength, if you are named and challenged by others, I am afraid that the quota of this class disciple will be given away. ”

Speaking of this, Zhao Lao paused slightly, and when he saw that Yang Chen didn't mean to speak, he smiled and said, "So... This token is still handed over to me for safekeeping, and when the time comes, I will hand it over to you, and of course the title of first-class disciple will naturally be returned to you. ”

If ordinary people hear this, they will inevitably nod their heads with gratitude, after all, they can make friends with a steward when they first enter the sect, and they will not lose the title of a first-class disciple, so whoever they are will nod and agree.

But Yang Chen is not an ordinary person, this Zhao Lao in front of him seems to be older than him, but he Yang Chen can not exaggerate to say that he has eaten more rice than he has eaten salt, how can he be so low-level.

I'm afraid that if the title of this kind of disciple is handed over, it will not be so easy to come back.

"Thank you for your kindness, Yang Chen understands." After speaking, Yang Chen didn't even give up his hand, but waved his hand and said, "However, I welcome other senior brothers to challenge at any time, and no one will be able to take the title of this kind of disciple from the top of my head." ”

Challenges from other disciples? To be honest, he really doesn't care about it now!

"You!"

When Zhao Lao heard this, he suddenly became angry, he had lived for such an old age, and he had seen countless arrogant people, but it was the first time that someone like Yang Chen was so mad, and he dared not to be taken into the eyes of the younger generation of the entire Qingyun Sect.

"You have to know that even those powerhouses who are at the peak of the Qi Cultivation Realm, or even the Condensing Realm, are only the title of second-class disciples, looking at the breath on your body, I'm afraid you haven't even reached the late stage of the Qi Cultivation Realm, right? How can you say that you can keep the title of first-class disciple? ”

"This doesn't bother Zhao Lao." Yang Chen said lightly.

Without waiting for Zhao Lao to continue to speak, Yang Chen's tone instantly became cold.

"Or does Elder Zhao think that I am not worthy of the title of first-class disciple, so he doesn't want to give me the quota of this first-class disciple, if so, then I want to find Wei Weiwei's theory, could it be that she used a fake token to fool me?"