Seven days have passed.

Fang Zizi has not left the cave mansion for seven days, and he has practiced the earth stabbing technique behind closed doors, but until now, although he has excavated his limits, he still can't do it instantaneously.

It seemed that a diaphragm was hindering his progress.

However, Rao is like this, Fang Zizi's ground stabbing technique is also extremely powerful, and it is even more powerful than seven days ago.

In the remaining time, Fang Zizi was preparing to cultivate, striving to break through the middle realm of the first layer of condensation, and in these seven days, the prompt sounds that sounded from time to time in the system also made Fang Zizi happy.

The worship value has increased by more than a dozen points, and the worship value has also increased by three points.

The cause was naturally the turmoil caused by Fang Zizai's "great achievements" after it spread.

Within a few miles, there were constantly people worshipping and worshipping, and Fang Zizi said that he was very happy.

This made Fang Zizi even more "grateful" to Senior Brother Zhu Yun, "sent" him Ruyisuo, "sent" him the Realm Breaking Pill, he was slapped in the face, and finally indirectly gave him the membrane value, a good person.

May good people have a safe life.

Time is like water, and it is more than 20 days.

On this day, the wind and the sun were beautiful, in Fang Zizai's cave mansion, Fang Zizai, who was sitting cross-legged next to the spiritual spring of the cave mansion, suddenly let out a low roar from his body, and after half a sound, a strong aura diffused from his body, blowing a clear wave of the spiritual spring.

In each cave of the Manglong Sect, there is a spiritual vein underneath, which is drawn out by the great mana of the sect's predecessors, and gathers into a spiritual spring for the cultivation of disciples.

Opening his eyes, the two essences flashed away, Fang Zi revealed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and said to himself lightly, "The peak of the middle realm, only one step away, you can step into the late stage!"

"It's time to practice, just right!"

"Tomorrow is the day when I am at ease, the day of the famous dragon, in order to worship the value, I can only go against my original intention, be a peerless man, the crown of the heroes, no way, I was also forced, you all have to understand me!"

With a strange evil smile, Fang Zizi closed his eyes.

Early in the morning of the second day, a young man from an outer sect called Fang Zizi out and took him to the Foggy Valley.

The young man's face was expressionless, and he let Fang follow freely.

"Senior brother, what do you call it?"

Fang Zizai's eyes narrowed, he stepped forward and gently wiped it, and suddenly the spirit stone in his hand fell into the palm of the young man's hand.

The young man who led the way could naturally feel what was in his hand, his eyelids jumped, he quietly put the spirit stone into his waist, turned his head and smiled lightly, "Fang Yun!"

"Ouch, we're still in our own family, it's an honor!"

Fang Zizi showed a surprised expression, as if he really felt honored.

Rao is young man knew that Fang Zizi was pretending, but he was still very happy, and there was a spirit stone in front of him, and a sycophant followed him, the young man thought about it, and instructed as he walked, "Remember, when you get to Foggy Valley Square, you must be serious, well, it's that kind of dignified expression, you know?"

Fang Zizi kept nodding.

"The seniors of the sect like that kind of steady disciples, and strive to leave a good impression on them, so that the chance of being accepted as a personal disciple by them will be higher. ”

"High-level cultivators like them don't have much cultivation time, so they generally accept very few disciples, only if they are really moved, they will accept one or two, don't hide it when you practice, it's best to show your edge!"

The young man passed on all his experience to Fang Zizai.

It is also Fang Zizi's good attitude and humble teaching, which makes young people find the feeling of being a teacher for the first time, and as soon as this feeling comes, there are many words.

When he finally came to Foggy Hollow Square, the young man's expression showed a trace of concern, and he pulled Fang Zizi and said solemnly, "I have to remember my words!"

"I know, senior brother, I'm going!"

Fang Zizai was also very serious, and then quickly walked into the square in front of him.

Seeing Fang Zizi's appearance, the young man sighed as if he was very worried, "It's still unstable, it's too impatient, it's not good!"

Fang Zizi, who walked into the square, breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't cry or laugh in his heart.

Unexpectedly, that senior brother was still a chatter, and after telling him about the experience, he pulled up the parents' shortcomings with him, so that Fang Zizi had to deal with it with a smile and was very speechless.

Feeling that the muscles on his face were a little sour, Fang Zizai sighed, "The skin is still not thick enough, in the previous life, I laughed all day without being tired, it seems that I need to exercise more in the future, and practice my skin thicker!"

Dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water, it makes sense!

At this time, teenagers had gradually come to the square, lined up in a row.

Fang Zizi entered the team, keeping in mind the instructions of the young man, with a serious expression, looking ahead without squinting, his figure was tall, and he only simply coped with two sentences of greetings from the young people around him.

This appearance was suddenly very outstanding, so that several old men who were paying attention to the high platform in front of the square nodded silently.

On the high platform, there were three old men in black standing, looking at the young man below, an old man suddenly smiled and said, "I don't know if there are any good seedlings today that can make the old man tempted, after all, the old man has confiscated apprentices for a hundred years!"

Another old man glanced at him and sneered, "Old Monster Feng, you accepted the seven sons of the ancient family a hundred years ago, are you still not satisfied?

Old Monster Feng's eyes showed a touch of color, and he snorted lightly, "Old Seven, don't turn around and hurt me, the seventh son of the Gu family, but I used the promise of not accepting apprentices for a hundred years and the Heavenly Spirit Pill in exchange, why did I eat my Heavenly Spirit Pill, and now I have eaten it dry and wiped it clean, but I have begun to turn over the accounts?"

The Seven Elders immediately stopped talking, eating people with short mouths.

The last black-clothed old man smiled, glanced down, and said with a light smile, "There seem to be a lot of good seedlings this year, I heard the news from the Immortal Academy, there are more than twenty new disciples who have entered the outer sect within a month of joining the sect!"

"Let's see, I'm not going to accept apprentices this year, I'm too tired!"

The Seventh Elder suddenly sighed lightly, as if he was tired.

Accepting an apprentice is a little ancestor for them, they have to teach cultivation, they have to care about growth, they have to supply magic weapons to protect themselves, and they have to protect the Dharma to break through, the more apprentices there are, the more aspects the whole person has to take care of, and they can't let this one suffer, nor can that one be wronged.

They yearn for immortality, and their cultivation is not enough, where do they have so much time and care about so many things.

Therefore, some sect elders, although they accepted apprentices, became shopkeepers, and their names were "free-range".

In fact, it is no different from herding sheep!

Of course, most of the elders are still very conscientious, and only a few are herding sheep.

Suddenly, the old monster raised his eyes and said with a strange smile, "The master is here!"

In the distance, a black light that obscured the sky and the sun came in an instant.

The black light was a black giant eagle with an incomparably divine horse, its sharp eyes flashing with a trace of thunder and lightning, and it was like thunder rolling with a soft cry, it covered the sun, and with the landing, the body suddenly began to shrink, and finally, it became a big eagle of a length of a few feet.

Seeing this scene, all the disciples below had a grim expression, especially those who had just entered the sect, and they looked at the master of the Manglong Sect with fanatical eyes.

The three elders glanced at each other and began to communicate with each other.

"The master is pretending to be forced again!"

"Every time a newcomer goes through the training, the head coach has to be installed once, and the black electricity can make a great contribution to him!"

"The majesty has been taken over by him, and every time I see this, I have an urge to eat small eagle stewed mushrooms!"

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, I've wanted to do this for a long time!"

"You two are funny, you still want to eat black electricity, the third-order peak demon beast, can you eat it?"

The three elders looked weird, and two of the elders looked at the big eagle Hei Deng's eyes, full of strangeness, which made the black lightning feel it, and his sharp eyes glared at the three elders like warning, and raised his head arrogantly as if he was disdainful.

The master of the sect was very satisfied with his majesty, and as three streams of light landed in the sky, the master of the Manglong Sect coughed lightly, stood in front of the big eagle and black lightning, and said lightly, "Our Manglong Sect is a great sect of the Immortal Dao, it is an honor for you to become a disciple of the sect, but it is also a responsibility, you must always remember that the glory of the sect cannot be tarnished!"

After a pause, the head of the sect was not angry and arrogant, so that the elders behind couldn't help but roll their eyes.

"Today's experience has a ranking, the top three, winning the championship can get a high-grade spirit armor, the second, a high-grade magic weapon flying sword, the third, a Tuomai Dan, and the top ten divided by three, the rest can get a medium-grade magic weapon!"

As soon as these words came out, many disciples below were in an uproar.

Even the elders behind the sect leader were quite weird.

How could this coach be so generous this time? Could it be that he blew the wind on the black electricity just now and blew his brain out?