Meng Xuan and the three of them waited for less than half an hour, and a disciple of the Immortal Sect wearing a blue and purple robe came to Meng Xuan and the three of them, and said, "Follow me!"

Meng Xuan and the three of them followed this Xianmen disciple to a large hall on the top of the mountain, this hall was ten zhang long and wide, and there were many Xianmen disciples standing around, all wearing purple robes with blue backgrounds. In the center of the main hall, there were two people sitting cross-legged on the high platform, it was the Qin Pavilion Master and Wei Changqing.

"Are you and the other three willing to worship my Ziwei Sword Sect?" Wei Changqing said with a smile.

"Yes! willing!hehehe!" Zhen Youqian said with a smile and squinted at this time.

Meng Xuan and Meng Wan'er glanced at each other, nodded and bowed, "I'm willing!"

"Okay!Meng Wan'er, you have performed well in the Dengxian Road, you can be my core disciples of the Ziwei Sword Sect! Meng Xuan and Zhen are rich and you can be disciples of the outer sect!

Meng Wan'er raised her head and was about to say something, Meng Xuan pulled Wan'er's clothes and said, "I'm willing!"

"Hmm, take them to a temporary residence!" Wei Changqing nodded with satisfaction and instructed the disciples standing on the side.

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In the temporary residence of the Ziwei Sword Sect on the top of Qingxuan Mountain, in a remote corner room, Zhen Youqian seemed to have lost his mind and went crazy, and kept smirking: "Hehehe! I actually entered the Ziwei Sword Sect! I actually entered the Ziwei Sword Sect!

Meng Xuan saw Zhen Youqian's stupid appearance, his head was full of black lines, patted Zhen Youqian's fat face and said, "Hey, hey, Brother Zhen, wake up, are you stupid?"

Zhen Youqian came back to his senses and said, "What is stupid, what is stupid! The little brother just thinks it's too illusory! The little brother can actually join the Ziwei Sword Sect of the top-grade sect!"

"Isn't it just a top-grade sect? what's so strange? Isn't there another top ten super-grade sect?" Meng Xuan said indifferently.

"Oh! Brother Meng! You can't say that! The super grade sect is the top sect that can compete with the imperial dynasty! It's too far away from us! This Ziwei Sword Sect, as a top-grade sect, is already the top sect that mortals from small countries like us can come into contact with! This is a very thick thigh!"

"Forget it!Sleep!This Ziwei Sword Sect is really slamming the door!The two of them are in a room, and it's still so tattered!" Meng Xuan waved his hand.

"Hey~!Who asked me to wait for the outer disciples!The junior brother just inquired!The outer disciples, two people in one room, the inner disciples, one room for each person, and one core disciple in a small courtyard! Presumably, Wan'er's sister was divided into a small courtyard!" Zhen Youqian sighed.

The next day, Meng Xuan, Meng Wan'er and Zhen Youqian returned to Qingxuan City, since they had already entered the Ziwei Sword Sect, then the mundane things had to be ended as soon as possible, after all, once they went to the Immortal Gate this time, they might not easily step into the red dust for years, or even decades!

Meng Xuan and Meng Wan'er were relatively simple, they fled to Lanling Kingdom, that is, they returned to the small courtyard to pack up the things they had to carry. Meng Xuan also took the time to take a look around all the Jin Family Gambling Houses in Qingxuan City, of course he didn't go to gamble! He just planted soul dao marks for all the thugs and stewards above the middle congenital stage of the Jin Family Gambling Houses! A total of more than thirty points of white soul power was consumed!

Looking at the Qingxuan City that was gradually disappearing behind him, Meng Xuan's heart was a little complicated! After all, Qingxuan City was Meng Xuan's "birthplace"! Now that he was about to leave the slightly more familiar Qingxuan City and go to the even stranger world of cultivating immortals, Meng Xuan's heart was still a little empty!

Back at the temporary residence of the Ziwei Sword Sect on the top of Qingxuan Mountain, there are many new faces in the surrounding rooms, I think it is the martial artist who was accepted by the Ziwei Sword Sect through the Dengxian Road today!

Meng Wan'er wanted Meng Xuan to move to her small courtyard to live, but Meng Xuan refused!

"Eh, why does this person feel a little familiar?" Meng Xuan was a little surprised when he saw the newly moved martial artist not far from his room.

"That's right! It turned out to be him! Unlucky guy Zhou Chong! No wonder his face was so pale! It seems that the death of the dream more than ten days ago still had a great impact on him!" Meng Xuan suddenly said secretly.

Meng Xuan came to Zhou Chong's body and arched his hand: "This brother is polite!

"Oh, Brother Meng, you're welcome! Next week, you're going to join the Ziwei Sword Sect today!" Zhou Chong hurriedly replied.

"Hehe! When I saw that Brother Zhou also lived here, I came over to say hello! After all, I will be the same door in the future, so I should have more contacts!" Meng Xuan said with a smile.

"Brother Meng also lives here, is Brother Meng also an outer disciple?" Zhou Zhong asked.

Meng Xuan nodded and said, "In the next day, his qualifications are mediocre, but he can only be accepted as an outer disciple!

"Alas~!Brother Meng may not believe it! Half a month ago, I had a strange nightmare, and after waking up, my soul was damaged! It was a fluke to be accepted as an outer disciple by the Ziwei Sword Sect today!" Zhou Zhong said with a bitter smile.

"Oh, then Brother Zhou should have a good rest! I won't bother Brother Zhou in the future!" Meng Xuan said goodbye.

"Thank you Brother Meng for your concern! Brother Meng walks slowly!" Zhou Chong also said goodbye.

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"I said how could Zhou Chong be accepted as an outer disciple by the Ziwei Sword Sect, in the dream realm, he was an innate peak martial artist who could entangle with the armored alien queen of the third order of the flesh for a long time, and his talent should be very good! Speaking of which, I still cheated Zhou Chong!" Meng Xuan said secretly

Back in the room, Zhen has the money to get Bigu Dan and hasn't come back yet!

It's also depressing! There is no kitchen on the top of Qingxuan Mountain, and no mundane food is provided, and new initiation disciples are forbidden to eat mundane food! Each person can receive one Bigu Pill every day, which can ensure that they are neither hungry nor thirsty for a day, saying that they want to wash away the filth on the new disciples!

When Zhen Youqian returned to the room, and after the two took Bigu Dan, Zhen Youqian was breaking the news about the gossip he had just set, which was true and false, and some were too nonsense, so Meng Xuan just listened to it.

In this way, Meng Xuan practiced hard during the day, collected soul power at night, and occasionally gathered at Meng Wan'er's, and spent the remaining days of the Ascending Immortal Society in a dull manner.

During this period, Meng Xuanzhi didn't think about it, and he wanted to find the bad luck of the Jinsha Sect, but considering that he was only in the early stage of cultivation, it was better to keep a low profile.

As for Zhen Youqian, he basically can't see anyone during the day, and he only goes back to his room to sleep at night, thinking that he is looking for news everywhere.

When the Qingxuan Dengxian Meeting ended, Zhen Youqian found out that this time, the Ziwei Sword Sect had recruited a total of 216 disciples, including 3 core disciples, 21 inner disciples, and 192 outer disciples.

Now, Meng Xuan's soul power is worth 100 points, and he also has nearly 300 points of soul power pills in reserve.

When~!when~!when~!

This is the sound of the bell ringing when the Ziwei Sword Sect gathers its disciples.

"It looks like the time has come!It's time to go!" Meng Xuan and Zhen Youqian put away their belongings and walked out of the room.

After Meng Xuan and Meng Wan'er reconciled, the three of them came to the place where the bell rang, a wide platform on the top of Qingxuan Mountain.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Wei Changqing threw out a small green wood building boat, which gradually swelled in the air, forming a hundred zhang long and twenty zhang wide leading flying boat.

At this time, Qin Shanhai, the owner of the Qingxuan Sword Daoist Pavilion, arched his hand and said, "Senior brother, have a good trip!"

Wei Changqing bowed slightly, flicked his sleeves, turned into purple light, and photographed hundreds of people on the platform on the deck of the Ark.

"Bring the new initiation disciples into the various cabins!" Wei Changqing instructed the standing disciples in front of him, and then left with his hands in his hands.

Meng Wan'er and the other two core disciples were taken into the luxurious suite on the upper deck, while the outer disciples such as Meng Xuan and Zhen Youqian could only live in the narrow cabin below the deck for two people.

"Damn! The Immortal Cultivation Sect really has no human rights if it has no talent!" Meng Xuan scolded secretly.