There were quite a few people sitting in the huge white tent.

Judging from the clothing, these people are not soldiers, monks, Taoist priests, and martial artists, all of them are burly and restrained.

Seeing Tong Tian raising them, many people smiled kindly and nodded, obviously the people inside also knew that there were very few people who could enter this camp today.

"Just find a place to sit, and when everyone is ready, we will have a meeting! In addition, you have these four waist cards, you have to go out, and if you don't bring the waist cards, you will die!" The captain handed the four fast brass waist cards to everyone, and turned his head and threw the four people in the camp tent.

"There's a place over there!" Hu Weidong glanced at the masters in the tent, and pulled Tong Tianyang and them to sit aside.

"One piece for each person, there is your information on the back!" found his waist card, Tong Tianyang distributed the rest, and then stuffed the waist card into his pocket.

The brass waist plaque, with a relief technique on the front, carves a green dragon lying on the front, and the reverse is personal information, recording the territory, name and date of birth, a bit like the ID card of the previous life.

"Do you see those people? Don't talk about the big monks of Xinghong Temple, do you see the red-faced and two-foot-long martial artist sitting in the middle?"

The middle-aged martial artist sitting in the center of Uncle Hu said, "That person is Guan Feiyu, Old Man Guan." ”

"What, he's Guan Feiyu, didn't the outside say that Old Man Guan was over sixty years old, how could he look so young!" Wu Gui asked in a lost voice.

Guan Feiyu, the old man Guan, the most famous martial arts master in Xiangjiang in the past 50 years, both internal and external, 30 years ago, he was known as the most promising martial artist in Xiangjiang to knock on the door of heaven.

Of course, this man failed, but his legend has not diminished, the most legendary of which is fifteen years ago, this man smashed a green-eyed zombie with an iron palm in his face.

The green-eyed zombie, that is an immortal cultivator who knocks on the gate of heaven, and if Old Man Guan can do this, that is the pride of a martial artist.

"It's not necessarily too young, it doesn't look like sixty years old, I feel like forty at most!" Pang Qi added in disbelief.

"Old man Guan is a legend, but the most legendary thing is that the old man's means of training his apprentices, he has accepted six disciples in his life, and two of the six disciples knocked on the door of heaven, and now his youngest son is closed, and he has inherited his mantle, and at the age of twenty-six, he is more powerful than Brother Shi!"

Faced with Hu Weidong's fierce news, the four of them couldn't help but gasp, this is simply too powerful.

"About the old man, I also heard my third uncle say it...... If Old Man Guan hadn't pursued perfection back then, he might have already knocked on the door of heaven!"

As soon as Tong Tianyang finished saying this, he felt a sharp gaze sweep over, and he couldn't help but raise his head suddenly.

was heard, Old Man Guan faced with a red face, and the embarrassed Tong Tianyang didn't know what to say.

There are all masters here, all of them are smart and intelligent, they should think of it, but because of the surprise in their hearts, they actually forgot about it, and the people behind them said that now they are being noticed, which is really a bit of a feeling.

Fortunately, the old man just glanced at it and turned his head.

Being looked at by this, the four of them were still in the mood to chat, bowing their heads one by one, and staying up for the time to pass little by little.

The camp tent then had several waves of people, judging from the size, appearance, and eyes of these people, the master of Qing Yishui, one of them, wearing a black cloak, covered himself tightly, very unsociable, a person sat in a corner of the camp tent, but from the back, this person seems to have a pair of wings, if there is no mistake, this should be a demon practitioner, refining the wings of some kind of bird into the body.

When the wait was finally over, a military general wearing bright armor walked to the main seat of the camp step by step, and waved his hand, "From now on, no one will be left outside the camp for a hundred steps, and anyone who approaches will be killed!"

The general's words are sonorous and powerful, and the cultivation is terrifying, and a majestic body of blood wanders in the tent, and he clearly feels what is called depression from the middle child, and the feeling is extremely heavy, as if there are three or four hundred pounds of heavy objects hanging in his heart, and he is not sure.

"Contemptible Sima An, since everyone has been recruited, there is an action, but not everyone will participate in this operation, below the middle stage of dark energy, below the fourth grade of Qi training, please live in the barracks for half a month after leaving, and leave when the matter is over!"

Sima An said it politely, but everyone knew that it was not negotiable.

Pang Qi looked at his partner beside him, stood up with a tall body, and under the leadership of a captain, followed seven or eight unqualified martial artists.

"Now everyone stands up, the Qi practitioner stands to the right, and the Shangshui mage arranges the ranking. The warrior is standing on the left, and Old Man Guan is in charge of the ranking!" Sima An smiled and began to divide the people.

Aside from the camp tent, there are still twenty-eight people left, six qi practitioners, and twenty-two martial artists, in this case, Tong Tianyang had to be separated from Hu Weidong and them.

Master Shangshui, who is over thirty years old, looks like a monkey, lean and lean, and I don't know which Taoist temple he came out of, with floating dust hanging around his waist, and a yellow-colored robe with a lot of patches on his body can't hold it up at all, somewhat nondescript, and there is no feeling of fairy wind bones at all, more like an old miscellaneous hair.

"Tong Tianyang, burning, practicing qi four grades, pure inner breath, people from Tongjia Village!" Picking up Tong Tianyang's waist card, Master Sheung Shui smiled, "Tong Laosan, who are you?"

Being able to distinguish so many things at a glance, this Shangshui mage's eyesight is really powerful.

"It's my uncle!"

Listening to this tone, he and the third uncle obviously knew each other, and his eyes were so poisonous, of course Tong Tianyang would not hide anything.

"The third child has a nephew of yours, it's very good, then you can follow me with peace of mind!"

After Master Shangshui finished speaking, he patted Tong Tianyang's shoulder and continued to check the people below.

There are five people left, two old men and three young people, the highest Qi Nine Grades, the lowest Qi Cultivation Five Grades, but the cultivation methods are very poor, most of them are not as good as "Jindan Nine Liquids", the young man who practices Qi Nine Grades is Yu Bin, the apprentice of Master Shangshui, who is already twenty-seven years old, and there is no big chance that this person will knock on the door of heaven The probability is very small, but the person is very enthusiastic, after knowing the relationship between Tong Tianyang and him, he pulled Tong Tianyang to his side, just like a big brother taking care of the younger brother.

The qi practitioner's side is rectified, and the old man Guan's side is also over, looking at Hu Weidong standing next to the old man Guan, the two couldn't help but look at each other and smile.

Where there are people, there are favors, Master Sheung Shui knows the third uncle, and the old man Guan knows Uncle Hu, how can he not take care of him.