On the square in the center of Jianwu City, the crowds of people are endless.

The main hall of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, facing the south and the north, is tall and majestic, and the atmosphere is magnificent.

Above dozens of stone steps, the guardrail made of white marble, carved dragons and phoenixes, and the head of the beast at the top of the guardrail, under the reflection of the sun, scorching and shining.

After countless years of wind and rain, the giant hall exudes the atmosphere of ancient vicissitudes everywhere.

In front of the hall, a giant white marble pillar that can only be hugged by several people is supported like an optimus pillar.

Shen Yun stood at the door of the giant hall, dizzy for a while, feeling that he and the monks beside him were as small as ants.

Stepping into the main hall gate, a vast aura greeted him.

In the empty hall of the hall, there is a huge black plaque hanging, and above it, the four golden characters "Scattered Cultivation Alliance" are displayed in the four golden characters of Fang Yuanzhangyu, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, rough and arrogant.

Below is actually a super huge ironwood relief, which is painted with a young monk in his thirties, immortal wind bones, who holds a sword in one hand, pinching the trick with one hand, facing everyone on the side, looking like a strange skeleton, lifelike.

This person is the original founder of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance: Candle Mountain Zhenren.

At this time, the cigarette smoke in front of the relief was swirling, and there were already several immortal cultivators, who were respectfully offering incense.

Sandalwood is curling, and the aroma is elegant and quiet.

Shen Yun stepped forward, took a bouquet of incense from the giant offering table made of brown 10,000-year-old ironwood, lit it and retreated, and gave a respectful salute.

He also felt sincere respect and admiration for this ancestor.

Back then, if it weren't for the founding of the alliance by the Ancestor of Candle Mountain, the status of scattered cultivation would not have reached the level it is today, and if you want to join the sect, you can only rely on your natural qualifications, how can you achieve it through hard work?

After the ceremony, he walked to the back gate of the hall.

Behind the main hall, there is a large garden, in which birds sing and flowers are fragrant, and delicate flowers bloom everywhere.

Through the sparse woodland, you can faintly see the pavilions in the distance.

Shen Yun went straight to the building in front of the right, there were two wings, namely the registration office and the mission office, which was today's destination.

Compared to the seclusion of the registry office, the mission office was obviously very lively, with constant monks coming and going, and it was noisy and noisy.

Shen Yun glanced at the task office, raised his legs, and walked into the registration office.

This room is very clean, a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian student, sitting behind a table, holding a book, shaking his head as he reads.

Seeing Shen Yun come in, he put down his book and sat up straight, and asked kindly, "Daoist friends need to register?"

Shen Yun nodded, smiling, and replied, "Yes, it's troublesome to Daoyou." ”

"It's okay," the middle-aged Confucian smiled slightly, and pointed to the chair in front of him, "Sit down, take the identity card to me." ”

Shen Yun hurriedly took out the jade plaque when he entered the city and presented it with both hands.

"It turned out to be Shen Daoyou. The middle-aged Confucian took a brief look and said, "It takes five spirit stones to join the alliance, Daoist friends know, right?"

Shen Yun nodded yes, took out the spirit stone and offered it.

Spending five spirit stones, entering and exiting Jianwu City in the future, and no longer have to pay the fee, it is actually quite cost-effective.

The middle-aged Confucian accepted the spirit stone, took out a bracelet-like magic weapon, handed it to Shen Yun, and said, "This is a magic weapon for determining the qualification of the spiritual root, just put it on your wrist." ”

Knowing his spiritual root qualifications, Shen Yun nodded, took the magic weapon, put it on curiously, and suddenly felt a cold wrist.

This thing is not gold or iron, it is as crystal clear and transparent as amber, and its internal smoke and clouds are endless, and the surface is carved with many strange scales.

According to the prompt of the middle-aged Confucian student, Shen Yun injected mana, and suddenly, the bracelet magic weapon suddenly lit up, shining, with a fiery red luster, as well as sky blue, pale green, and so on.

After only a few moments of testing, the middle-aged Confucian priest motioned for Shen Yun to take off the bracelet.

took it, took a brief look, and pinched his fingers to calculate the spiritual root qualifications, and then showed a smile of approval, and said: "The three spiritual roots of water, fire, and wood have higher qualifications, and they have reached the middle grade, which is good." ”

As he spoke, he took out a jade pendant the size of two fingers, and began to label the information, but he didn't notice that Shen Yun was stunned at the moment.