As the wooden staff fell from a high place with a sound, it hit Wang Wujiu's buttocks, which was also peeled off, but it seemed to hit the iron plate, making a "bell" sound.

And Wang Wujiu's complexion, not only did not have any pain, but a little enjoyment.

Not only Geng Liao was surprised, but even the two outer disciples of the third layer of Qi refining who were in charge of the punishment were shocked, even if they were monks, they couldn't carry the stick of the Discipline Hall.

The twenty canes passed quickly, Wang Wujiu's face did not change, his buttocks were almost intact except for a hint of redness, he calmly put on his clothes, patted the dust on his body, and walked slightly arrogantly in front of Geng Liao, who was lying on the bench and was dying.

"Brother Geng, you rest first, I'm going to continue to participate in the test of the Tianzhi Stone, it's just that Brother Geng, your ass wants to join the Bishan Sword Sect," Wang Wujiu looked away, looked at Geng Liao's already bloody buttocks, "yue", and then added: "I'm afraid it's a little difficult." ”

Although Geng Liao was still conscious, he wanted to scold and fight back, but he couldn't say a word at this moment.

Wang Wujiu walked out arrogantly with the steps of no one else, and made Geng Liao, who was still lying on the bench, very angry. At the same time, the two third-level Qi cultivation monks who were in charge of the punishment also had their mouths grown.

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Tempest Sword Society,

At this time, it was already dusk, and the long queue had already decreased by half, and most of them looked lonely, standing in the square waiting to be sent out. Only a small number of people were full of spring breeze, and they received the jade pendant with a smile and went to the direction of the deacon hall under the leadership of the outer disciples.

Wang Wujiu injected his true qi into his eyes, inspected the entire square, and soon saw Chu Xialan in the corner on the west side.

"You're back." The cute two tufts of eyebrows are like intertwined aquatic plants, and her voice is slightly low.

"Measured out? Is it blue? Wang Wujiu pondered for a moment and asked cautiously.

The two aquatic plants are tightly intertwined.

"Harm, purple is fine, let's not follow them to cultivate, this talent stone is a deceitful thing, not a top matter."

"It's not purple." Chu Xialan corrected in a low voice.

"It turned out to be cyan, isn't that a little bit worse, if you can't go to this broken sect, there will always be other sects ......"

"It's not cyan either!" Her already small nose was crumpled together.

"No color?" Wang Wujiu cautiously probed.

Chu Xialan rolled her eyes at him and nodded.

The qualifications of ordinary people are mostly blue and purple, and as for colorless, it proves that they have no cultivation talent at all, and colorless qualifications, and their rarity is almost comparable to orange qualifications.

"You're actually colorless!" Wang Wujiu exclaimed, and then seemed to realize something, and hurriedly lowered his voice: "You are actually a colorless qualification?" ”

"Why, even you have to laugh at me?" Chu Xialan threw the casually folded dog tail grass onto the young man.

"No, do you know that in this Luoyang Mountain, there is also a god who was also a colorless talent at the beginning?" Wang Wujiu whispered mysteriously.

"Who?"

"The famous sword cultivator Hu Feng? You know, the whole Luoyang monks' trading market, the dry fish market, is in Hufeng Village. He was amazing and brilliant at the beginning, and within a hundred years, he had cultivated to the pinnacle of Yuanying, and he was also the first genius in the entire Han Dynasty. ”

Chu Xialan has been discussing with Wang Wujiu about the affairs of the cultivation world in the past few days, and she also knows a little about the dry fish market and the realm, but she knows very little about Hu Feng.

"He also used the Tianshi test in the first place?" Chu Xialan's big eyes flashed with great doubt.

"That's right, the talent he tested at that time was also like you, colorless! This is also the reason why none of the major sects accepted Hu Feng at that time. Later, he relied on himself to achieve the pinnacle of Yuanying, and he was invincible in the whole Luoyang, and he was also the idol of the world's scattered cultivators. At the same time, he also relied on his own strength to change the world's monks' perception of colorless qualifications, colorless qualifications are no worse than those orange and yellow qualifications! Wang Wujiu was solemn, and his eyes showed admiration.

"Then why is it that until now, this Bishan Sword Sect still doesn't accept people with colorless qualifications?" Chu Xialan wiped her tears and continued to ask.

Wang Wujiu's consciousness was spinning rapidly in his mind.

"Although the colorless qualification of the person is talented, but there is a drawback, that is, you need to find a suitable path in order to play this outstanding talent, at the beginning, Hu Feng's predecessors, have been in the Dan Dao, stick method, knife way, refining, formation and other fields for nearly fifty years, this is the final to find the right path for his talent, that is, the way of the sword, in this way, in order to achieve a great power!"

Senior Hu Feng, offended and offended! Now, in order not to let her lose her faith in cultivation, she can only make up your experience.

Thousands of miles away, a powerful sword cultivator who was holding a broken long sword and was fighting with thousands of strange beasts suddenly sneezed. But he didn't think much of it, and turned to face a few ferocious beasts that were pounced on.

"Really? Then the Bishan Sword Sect thinks that I can't find a path that suits me? Chu Xialan rekindled her fighting spirit, and her eyes gradually became fierce when she looked at the banner of the Bishan Sword Sect.

"Probably." Wang Wujiu sighed.

"Then I'll prove it to them, I'm Chu Xialan, no worse than anyone else." Her eyes were full of determination.

"I believe in you!" Wang Wujiu said with a smile.

This is not the young man's pretended words of relief, the "some talent in music" that came out of Brother Sun's mouth, it is not as simple as "some".

I still remember one time, he asked Brother Sun, if he hadn't gone through those several forgings that were worse than death, what would his original qualifications be? The response was a disdainful sneer, as well as the evaluation of "stupid as a pig, it is difficult to enter the Qi refining after a hundred years of cultivation".

He was unwilling, and asked the owner of Hu Feng's stele about his talents, and the evaluation he got was only "only one or two shares of a hundred veins, mediocre people".

"By the way, how did you get the results of your test?" Chu Xialan's heart was stable, she had seen Wang Wujiu with the help of Deacon Su before, and now she was also curious about the result.

"Yellow talent, just barely entered." Wang Wujiu was not surprised by this result, and he didn't want to be sharp, controlling the aura on the Tianzi stone, and it was naturally easy to get which color.

"Congratulations!" Chu Xialan's tone was a little unnatural, but she still acted very happily.

"En," Wang Wujiu condensed his true qi in his eyes and looked at the Yunyin Peak hidden in the clouds and smoke in the distance, where the three Zhenzong elders of the Bishan Sword Sect lived, all of whom were at the peak of the current Yuanying. I don't know when he will be able to stand side by side with these people: "Do you see that mountain?" ”

Following the direction pointed by Wang Wujiu, Chu Xialan looked over, and the clouds and mist were too thick to see what was inside.

Chu Xialan shook her head.

"I'll be standing there soon, Bishan Sword Sect, but it's just a tiptoe for me."