Montaigne rolled his eyes and had an idea. walked around Guo Jing, came to the courtyard and began to summon Qiao Cheng.

He is a ghost, so it doesn't matter if he does it or not, it is just right to teach the two mutant spirit roots.

Seeing Qiao Cheng, the two disciples who had just started for half a year were surprised, but they didn't expect that there was a ghost cultivator in Xuantian Sect.

Listening to Montaigne's whisper, Qiao Cheng was also surprised, and couldn't help but stay away from Guo Jing.

"What are you doing running so far?"

Montaigne was very dissatisfied with Qiao Cheng.

"I still want to find a female ghost to match!"

Qiao Cheng said very frankly.

"Stop making trouble!"

Montaigne gave Qiao Cheng a hard push.

"You hurry up and make a grass hut on the side, settle them in, and then come over and teach them every day."

Qiao Cheng was surprised,

"Why are you leaving them here? If you want me to teach, I can go to the South Valley as well. ”

"The secret weapon, of course, must be hidden first, and then it will be a blockbuster! There are so many bastards in Xuantian Sect, they can't be cheapened! ”

Montaigne's nostrils are facing the sky.

Qiao Cheng was speechless, he felt that Montaigne had always looked down on Xuantian Sect.

Xuantian Sect does have a lot of bastards, after all, it is a large sect of hundreds of thousands of people, and it is inevitable that there are some scum that cannot be picked up.

With the help of Guo Jing and Deluo, Montaigne's small medicine field is much more orderly.

Guo Jing, who was honest, was very dissatisfied with Montaigne's behavior of preferring to feed rats rather than distribute herbs to his fellow disciples.

But he didn't dare to say it directly, so he could only set aside a piece of land to plant ordinary herbs for those small animals who wandered around the courtyard every day to eat.

From time to time, it was also suggested that Montaigne could trade without giving them away, and use herbal elixirs on those who really needed them.

Montaigne asked carefully, and only then did he know how miserable the real low-level disciples of the Xuantian Sect were.

Without making meritorious contributions to the sect, they will never get what they want.

There are a lot of people like Guo Jing who can't discover the spiritual roots, and who can't enter the mortal realm in Xuantian Sect for a lifetime.

There are many more ordinary disciples who have encountered bottlenecks and are unable to make miraculous achievements in exchange for cultivation resources, and they can only stay in a certain realm for the rest of their lives until the day when they fight to the death in battle.

However, Montaigne is not interested in selling medicine, and it is even more impossible to give it away for nothing!

He still understands the truth of Shengmien's fight against Mi Hatred.

So with Montaigne's acquiescence, the task of setting up a stall to sell medicine was given to Delo.

A medicine stall was set up far away from the medicine field, and Deluo collected a batch of elixirs every now and then, and stood there exchanging spirit stones with people.

When Montaigne saw the lively medicine stall, he thought of the friends who had never had the opportunity to meet from time to time.

He knew that those dolls, including the fools, were definitely not short of resources, but it was still unknown what their cultivation was.

Can a peerless spiritual root spawned by a handful of gourd seeds be cultivated as normally as a natural spiritual root?

In Montaigne's worries, it soon came the day of the annual exam.

Montaigne never asked Guo Jing and Deluo about their cultivation results, but according to Qiao Cheng, they were quite good.

Especially when it comes to Guo Jing, Qiao Cheng always laughs and listens to Montaigne's creeps.

Before leaving, Montaigne harvested all the elixirs in the field and let Guo Jing collect them into the mustard seed space.

It is said that if you are injured, you can be treated temporarily.

The honest Guo Jing put it all away without thinking about it, but Qiao Cheng on the side felt that something was not right.

These herbs are used for daily nourishment, and are not needed for emergency healing.

Besides, in an annual exam, no matter how injured you are, you can't use so many elixirs.

However, Montaigne didn't explain, so he didn't ask much.

When he came to the main peak, Montaigne, who couldn't practice but occupied a quota, sat on the edge of the Lingbao Pavilion with the sycamore wood on his shoulder.

Except for Senior Brother Ma, who often brought him food, came to say hello, basically no one paid attention to him.

And the titular master, the master of the Lingbao Pavilion Li Pavilion, sat on the viewing platform early, chatting and laughing with the masters of the other departments.

"I'll go! Xuantian Sect has so many branches? ”

As far as the eye could see, there were more than 100 people on the viewing platform, as well as hundreds of thousands of disciples crowded on the main peak of the sect, and Montaigne was amazed in his heart.

Qiao Cheng shrunk into a ball and whispered in Montaigne's ear,

"Twelve departments, twenty-four pavilions, forty-eight peaks, seventy-two valleys, and some masters who don't want to accept apprentices, how many do you count! Your group of disciples has received nearly nine hundred, and they are not enough to get points. ”

"Tsk! Regardless of character, just accept apprentices, that's why Xuantian Sect is so depraved! ”

Montaigne unceremoniously scolded Qiao Cheng, so that Qiao Cheng, who was showing off his tone, could not get off the stage.

"You know what! We don't accept it, what if we let the demon gate secretly take it away? The seedlings of bad conduct can still be converged and guided in our place, and when they reach the Demon Gate, they will return to the mountain! ”

"Oh? There seems to be some truth to what you say. So why not kill all the bad seeds? Look at what happened to Delorny. ”

"Killed? Someone did this, and the result was that when the Demon Gate attacked the mountain, most of the disciples raised the flag and rebelled! No one can stand such a harsh law! ”

Montaigne stopped talking, Xuantian Sect can stand proudly so far has its own reason, and there is no need for Montaigne to worry about it.

Standing up, Montaigne looked around, but did not find a single friend, but could only look at the land of the South River Valley.

This kind of down-and-out small department can only be stationed on the periphery of the main peak, and even a few departments can only have a small station.

"Don't look at it! You always say that you are an ordinary person, so far away you can see it as an ordinary person? ”

Qiao Cheng laughed at Montaigne.

"Of course! Flowers and plants are my eyes! ”

"Really?"

Qiao Cheng was surprised.

"Fake! You're such a deceitful. ”

Montaigne sat down.

Qiao Cheng was accustomed to Montaigne's words and deeds, and hummed:

"What a liar you are!"

The two chatted happily, the annual examination had begun, and it was Deputy Sect Master Tang who presided over it.

"The first round of the annual exam! Disciples who have practiced for more than 1,000 years are on the colonel's field! Match your opponent by yourself, the winner stays, and the loser retreats! After there are only ten people left on the field, two by two! ”

The huge school field immediately flew up thousands of disciples.

With the order of Deputy Sect Master Tang, everyone whined and laughed, and brilliant spells exploded on the school field.

As soon as he took a breath, nearly half of the disciples wailed and fell out of the schoolyard.

Montaigne was dumbfounded, thinking that it was so sloppy to do a big thing, what is the difference between this and a group fight with football hooligans?

Qiao Cheng explained in detail at this time,

"The annual examination of the Xuantian Sect is for disciples below the thousand-year cultivation and peep Dao realm, and everyone has to take it.

First, divide the different examineers according to a stage of 100 years, and then the top ten in each stage will be mixed together to catch and fight each other until the first place is decided. ”

Montaigne did not understand and hurriedly asked:

"But! Can you see the real ability to fight like this? What if a few people surround up and kill the strong first? ”

"The test is not acting, everything starts from actual combat, and it is possible to die. If someone can unite with other strong people and kill the strongest, that is reasonable. Who made him arrogant and fight alone? ”

Qiao Cheng's reply was so speechless that Montaigne couldn't speak, and it took a long time to ask again with a dark face,

"Then a disciple like me, who has just started, is not even a mortal realm, isn't it purely to die when I go up?"

"Nope! How many disciples under a hundred years old can really shine? The real Tianjiao disciples have an explanation before they come to power, and they are not allowed to be ruthless to the weak. ”

"Tianjiao? How many did you get this day? ”

Qiao Cheng replied with a little smugness:

"Me! I have only participated in the annual examination seven times, and I will definitely be the first in less than 100 years, and I have also won the first place in the final battle. ”

Montaigne nodded, and said another sentence that almost killed Qiao Cheng again,

"Oh, it turns out that you died after only seven years of entry, and you died really neatly on the first day."

Soon, the examination of disciples who have been more than 1,000 years old will end.

In fact, these disciples have no future, even if they have reached the peak of the Soul Casting Realm, because of their age disadvantage, their status is not as good as Tianjiao, who has just started.

Even they are often overturned by low-level disciples, and their old faces are lost.

The second is a melee between disciples under a hundred years old.

is the same as the examination of disciples who have been more than 1,000 years old, these two games are actually considered mats, and they are just fun.

Montaigne couldn't even fly, so he carried the sycamore branches to the schoolyard.

He was also the only disciple who ran close to the ground, and everyone laughed when he saw it.

"Senior brother! You can also use it if you have a magic weapon! Where's your futon? ”

Senior Brother Ma couldn't stand it anymore and shouted at Montaigne's back.

Montaigne stopped, turned around and asked Senior Brother Ma,

"Can I use my birds and beasts?"

"Yes! As long as it's your own, you can use it! ”

"Great!"

Montaigne stuck the sycamore stick on his waist and whistled a few times towards the sky, as if he was summoning a beast pet.

A small bird flew first and landed on Montaigne's shoulder, rubbing it on his face affectionately.

Immediately afterwards, a large flock of sparrows, magpies, crows, and the like chirped, and those with stronger physical strength also grabbed voles.

"Hahaha!"

Tsunami-like laughter erupted on the main peak.

This kind of interesting thing has never happened in Xuantian Sect.

The audience also laughed happily, and the conservative elders shook their heads, thinking that Montaigne was simply fooling.

Montaigne relied on a slightly intelligent bird and beast to defeat the young disciples of the three elders, and this is well known to everyone.

But in the formal examination, it is too nonsense to take it out as a hole card.

But when Montaigne was picked up by the bird that flew first, he flew towards the school yard.

The laughter on the main peak was mostly quieter.

Especially on the viewing platform, the bigwigs all squinted their eyes, wondering what kind of elixir the little bird had eaten to be so powerful.

It's like those spirit birds that act as mounts.

As soon as he landed on the school grounds, Montaigne searched everywhere to see where Liu Neng, Erya and the fool were.

Unfortunately, they are not here.

"Do you want to wait until the final battle?"

Montaigne muttered to himself.

"The fight begins!"

Deputy Sect Master Tang's order to start battle was issued.

As the largest number of test groups, children from 100 to 7 or 8 years old are fighting in a pot.

"Haha!"

Montaigne, who is still looking at the world through the eyes of ordinary people, laughs when he sees such a scene.

The feeling of punching Nanshan Kindergarten and kicking Beihai Nursing Home came to my face.

He was laughing there, not knowing that someone was going to attack him.