The crowd of onlookers stood around the Holy Spirit Altar in the square circle of the three zhangs, and the three white-robed old men were sitting under the three Holy Spirit Stones to urge the mana, injecting the green qi on their fingers into the body of a young man. The young man was sitting motionless between the three old men with his eyes closed, the muscles of his face twitching incessantly, and his expression was extremely nervous.

Suddenly, there was a shout from the crowd of onlookers, "Look, it's almost summoned!" The crowd experienced a momentary commotion, and quieted down again, only to see a trace of white gas coming out of the head of the young man named Ling Luan, and as the white qi became more and more vigorous, the white qi began to condense into a totem. People all held their breath and stared silently with their eyes wide open.

The white green qi curled like lines, but it was full of aura. The appearance of each white gas will fill in the delicate and expressive stroke of the totem, and the more white gas appears, the more vivid the image of the totem will be. At this time, the totem on the young man's head had already taken shape, but it was not specific enough.

"Haha, it's a white wolf!" "No, I'm afraid it's a white fox!" "If your eyes and nose don't come out, you dare to draw arbitrary conclusions, it's too early!" However, just as people were shouting and arguing, the young man who had closed his eyes suddenly trembled all over, and the white gas above his head was also chaotic, and the totem that was about to take shape instantly scattered and disappeared, turning into nothing.

The crowd of onlookers was speechless in astonishment. "Alas, it's a pity!" exclaimed one of them. This was followed by a tidal sigh. At this time, the young man had already opened his eyes, and the three white-robed old men had also stopped injecting green qi. An old man in a white robe said: "Ling Luan, the spiritual energy on your body is not enough enough, although the exercises you practice are also excellent, but you can't summon the spirit god, it still takes time, and if you cultivate in the Holy Spirit Hall for another year, it should be about the same." The boy stood up in frustration and walked down the altar of the Holy Spirit.

The annual Spirit God Summoning Ceremony of the Snow Domain Gate is being carried out in an intense and orderly manner, and the so-called Spirit God Summoning is a totem formed by the cultivator who allows the true qi in the body to run in the meridians of the whole body for thirty-six weeks, and the spiritual energy naturally leaks out and condenses above the head.

Whether or not the spirit god can be summoned is an important prerequisite for examining whether a disciple has a future in cultivating the truth, so the Snow Domain Gate attaches great importance to the annual spirit god summoning ceremony, but because most of the young disciples who participated in the summoning were only fifteen or sixteen years old, their own spiritual energy was weak, so they had to rely on external help. And the three old men in white are the ones who provide external help. It is more accurate to say that they are not so much helpers as they are examiners, because in order to summon a tangible spirit, it often depends not on the amount of one's own aura, but on one's own talent. Aura can be accumulated more and more through acquired cultivation, but talent cannot be easily obtained through acquired efforts. Such a talent is often only possible for one out of 10,000 people, so the disciples who participate in the Spirit God Summoning Ceremony every year are the most potential disciples in the sect, and even so, there are very few who can really summon them.

If a young disciple is unable to summon a spirit god within three years, then it can be directly determined that the disciple does not have the talent for cultivating truth. Such a judgment is undoubtedly an extremely heavy blow to a young man who is bent on changing his fate through cultivation.

Sure enough, after Ling Luan's defeat, the rest of the disciples couldn't help but feel an inexplicable nervousness in their hearts. At this moment, a middle-aged man with a dignified bearing and elegant appearance walked up to the Holy Spirit Altar, opened the roster in his hand, and said loudly: "Next, Lin Rong." As soon as the words fell, a soft cry suddenly came from the crowd, which was made by many teenagers. As if what they had been longing for was finally coming to them, they turned their gaze to a young girl.

The girl was delicate and beautiful, and her body jumped lightly on the altar of the Holy Spirit. When the crowd of onlookers saw the girl standing on the stage, they immediately let out a burst of cheers, and one said, "Miss Lin, you summoned the spirit god last year, are you going to inject mana into the spirit god this time?"

"Oh yo, that's terrible, if you inject mana into the spirit god, I don't know how many times the soul's perception will be improved?" "Xiao Nizi is really not simple, even the spirit god has mana, that's the rhythm of ascending to the sky! It's a pity that we have cultivated for so many years, but we can't even summon a spirit god, it's really in vain to live for such a long time." "People are envious and lamented.

At this time, the beautiful girl in the white fox fur had already sat down in the center of the Holy Spirit Altar, with a shallow smile between her bent eyebrows, and glanced around in a charming manner. The whole person seemed very relaxed, without the slightest sense of nervousness, as if he was doing something very interesting and fun.

When everyone saw the girl's sweeping gaze, their hearts couldn't help jumping suddenly, and some young teenagers who couldn't hold it were even more swaying, staring at the girls in the center of the Holy Spirit Altar one by one.

The girl smiled, slowly closed her eyes, her white jade-like face was no different from the fox fur on her body, and the whole person was like rotten silver and snow, which was indescribably radiant. The three white-robed old men urged the mana again, and the green qi flowing out of their fingertips and injecting it into the girl's body.

Strips of white gas emerged from the girl's head, and instantly condensed into a totem, which turned out to be a white flying phoenix. The girl opened her eyes suddenly, pointed out the index finger of her right hand, and the white flying phoenix on her head seemed to have received some kind of indication, and suddenly spread its wings and rose to the sky. The crowd of onlookers suddenly exclaimed in unison, only to see Feifeng flying out more than ten zhang high, flying around the Holy Spirit Altar in a rapid circle, swooping down and burrowing into the top of the girl's head.

The girl smiled brightly and stood up. The crowd erupted in thunderous cheers.

"In just one year, the spirit god has gained the mana to fly, is this worth it?" "It is worthy of being a snowy shuangjiao, and her sister is only afraid that it will be even better." "With such talent, I think it is difficult for anyone to match it except for the dragon god Long Yu back then. People were envious and admired. When the girl saw so many people praising herself, her face showed a touch of intoxicated joy, and she walked off the stage with a light lotus step.

"Next, Yue Chong!" The middle-aged man standing under the altar walked up to the altar again and said loudly:

Hearing the shout, a purple-shirted young man walked quickly to the altar of the Holy Spirit, closed his eyes and meditated, summoning the spirit god. In this way, every time a person's name is recited, a young man walks up to the altar and summons the spirits. But except for the beautiful girl named Lin Rong, no one could summon the spirit god, let alone inject mana into the spirit god.

Seeing that it was difficult for a spirit god to summon out, everyone was a little excited.

"There are only ten junior disciples who summon spirit gods this year, one less than last year, but the results are not as good as last year. ”

"Yes, last year, the top three all summoned spirit gods, and the first place Lin Xue was not the sister of the little girl just now. "It's even more impossible for the disciples at the bottom of the ranking to summon the spirit god, but it's a pity for that kid in Ling Luan, the exercises he practices are Xuanming Technique, which is the first exercise in my Snow Domain Gate." ”

While everyone was arguing, the summoning ceremony of the spirit god was gradually coming to an end, and the last person to come on the stage was a young man dressed in black. Everyone saw that the young man tried his best to urge the meridian true qi on his body, but there were only five white qi coming out of his head, so naturally he couldn't condense it into a totem. One said: "What kind of effort is this, there are only five spiritual qis, and you also want to summon spiritual gods? The young man in black walked down the altar of the Holy Spirit in despair amid the disdainful talk of the people.

Finally, the dignified middle-aged man walked up to the spiritual altar and said, "This year's spirit summoning ceremony is over. There is only one person on the list of people who have entered the Spirit God Temple to practice the exercises, and that is Lin Rong. The crowd once again burst into cheers and cheers, mixed with the sighs and sighs of many people.

Just as the middle-aged man was about to walk down the altar, a person outside the crowd suddenly shouted, "Please wait!" Although the voice seemed a little immature, it was very imposing. With a commotion in the crowd, a young man in a tattered costume walked up to the altar of the Holy Spirit. There was a dark blue on the eyebrows of the young man's eyes, and there were tearing marks everywhere on his originally very bright clothes, which were obviously torn during the fight. But his gaze was unusually calm and firm, staring straight at the middle-aged man: "Wait a minute, I haven't summoned the spirit god yet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man under the altar suddenly scolded: "Long Xiaofeng, don't be embarrassed, what kind of thing are you, and you are also worthy of the spirit altar to summon the spirit god?"

"What? He's Long Yu's son, Long Xiaofeng?

"Then is there a fake? I think of the appearance of this kid who wagged his tail and begged for mercy to Emperor Chiyan back then, and he actually had the face to summon the spirit god, I think he is underwhelmed!"

"Shame, Dragon Feather Hero I, why did he give birth to such a bad seed, if I were him, I would have crashed into the wall and died, and I still have the face to live until now?"

The crowd of onlookers shouted and scolded.

The young man turned a deaf ear to the shouting and scolding under the altar, and just stared at the middle-aged man in front of him, with a cruel and cold smile on his face, but his expression was extremely stubborn and tenacious. The middle-aged man looked at the gaze in the young man's eyes, obviously showing a little fear, and for a moment he was noncommittal, his gaze turned to the three white-robed old men dodgingly.

Seeing the arrogant look on the young man's face, the three white-robed old men couldn't help but feel a chill on their bodies that even they couldn't explain, and one said: "According to the rules of the Snow Domain Gate, as long as you are at least fifteen years old, you can come here to participate in the annual spirit summoning ceremony, and we have no reason to refuse." So the three old men sat down under the Spirit Stone again. The young man named Long Xiaofeng calmly walked over and sat down, slowly closing his eyes.

As the three green qi were injected into his body, white qi began to emerge from the top of Long Xiaofeng's head.

"Look, the aura on this kid's head is no worse than Ling Luan! I'm afraid that I won't know if I really summoned a spirit god for him. "One of the onlookers.

"Even Ling Luan didn't summon it, just with his dead-skinned and relain-faced virtue, if he summoned it, God really wouldn't be able to open his eyes. One said indignantly.

"That's not for sure, after all, this kid is the bloodline of Long Yu, and ordinary people are afraid that they can't compare. The other said disapprovingly.