Wang Meng did not live in Baituo City, but in a mountain village ten miles away from Baituo City.

When Mo Ming first arrived in this village, he had a sense of familiarity, especially after listening to the laughter of the children in the village, the drowsiness of the elderly, and the sound of the young and middle-aged people working.

Once upon a time, there was such a scene in Mo Village, the smoke of the early morning cooking smoke blowing up against the rising sun, whether it was the sound of chopping wood, the fragrance of vegetables, the rough and plain words were the plain and warm that flowed in the years and years, people couldn't help but miss.

At the entrance of the village, an old man was smoking an old dry cigarette without a puff, and when he saw Mo Ming coming, a gentle smile appeared on the old man's face.

"Old man, is Wang Meng's family here?" Mo Ming stepped forward and saluted and asked softly.

The old man didn't seem to have very good ears, and there was a hint of confusion on his face when he listened to Mo Ming's words, and it wasn't until Mo Ming asked again loudly that he stretched out his wrinkled hand and pointed to a small house behind the village.

There was a striking white silk hanging on the curtain of the house, Mo Ming only glanced at it, and then sighed softly, he knew that the white silk was hung after Uncle Wang Meng's death.

"Mo Ming, are you here?"

As soon as he approached the house, Mo Ming saw Wang Meng walking out of the house with a black cloth wrapped around his arm, at this time Wang Meng's eyes were red and he seemed to have not slept for a long time, and the whole person became a little decadent.

"I'm here!" Mo Ming said in a low voice, but he didn't know how to continue.

"Are you going to attend the Hundred Refining Sect's recruitment conference?" Wang Meng raised his head and asked in a low voice.

Mo Ming nodded, looking at the other party's appearance and stopped talking, I heard that the Hundred Refining Sect has some requirements for accepting disciples, in addition to reaching the Guiyuan Realm and above, the age is less than twenty-five years old, there are also some assessments, and only those who can pass the assessment can become a disciple of the Hundred Refining Sect.

At the moment, Wang Meng's state is a little bad, Mo Ming can see that the other party has not rested much these days! And it is obviously not very good to participate in the recruitment conference of the Hundred Refining Sect in such a state.

Wang Meng obviously understood what Mo Ming wanted to ask, shook his head lightly and said, "I have no problem, the reason why my uncle wants to let me get the Enlightenment Spirit Pill is to let me be able to open the spiritual vein as soon as possible after entering the Hundred Refining Sect, I will not give up!

"But......" Mo Ming opened his mouth, but was interrupted before he could say anything.

"It's nothing, I will definitely worship the Hundred Refining Sect! My uncle gave his life for me, if I don't participate, if I can't pass the assessment, I'm sorry for him, and I'm sorry for myself!" Wang Meng said firmly.

Mo Ming was silent, looking at Wang Meng, remembering the vitality and affinity he felt when he first saw Wang Meng, I am afraid that he will not see him for a long time, and suddenly feels that a person's change will really not last long, maybe just in the blink of an eye!

He could only sigh and not say much, and after Wang Meng returned to the house to clean up, he left the village and went to the place where the Hundred Refining Sect Recruitment Conference was held.

The place where the Hundred Refining Sect's recruitment meeting was held was in a large canyon twenty miles southwest of Baituo City, which was somewhat similar to Wanbao Valley, but this place was the place that every time the Hundred Refining Sect recruited disciples, it would choose.

Mo Ming and Wang Meng kept going all the way, and rushed straight to the canyon, and it took half a day to finally reach the entrance of the canyon.

And along the way, Mo Ming unexpectedly found that there were many people who ran at the same speed as them and ran towards that canyon, most of them were teenagers, and there were also some middle-aged men, but most middle-aged men would have one or two teenagers by their side.

There is no need to think about it, these people are naturally also here to participate in the body refiners of that recruitment conference.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the canyon, Mo Ming heard the earth-shattering noise, the difference between this place and Wanbao Valley is really big, the peaks on both sides are towering, the peaks are straight, and there is almost no slope to be seen. The terrain of the whole canyon is very flat and open, the grass and trees are scarce, and there are mostly some black and hard stones, which looks a little desolate.

At a glance, there was a crowd of people, most of them were seventeen or eighteen years old, and there were not many older ones. In the crowd, there is a high platform of more than 100 zhang, on which dozens of half-human-high animal skin drums and a row of sandalwood Taishi chairs are placed.

Mo Ming and Wang Meng looked at the valley, and then without hesitation, they strode inside.

It was almost noon, but the chairs on the high platform were empty, apparently not yet in the time of the conference.

The people in the audience gathered in twos and threes to talk, or talk about some cultivation experiences, or ask for specific information about the conference, and the scene looked a little lively.

Mo Ming and Wang Meng found a place that was not very conspicuous and sat down, without contacting people, waiting for the monks of the Hundred Refining Sect to come.

As time passed, people continued to rush to the valley, and when it was past noon, and it was almost evening, the whole canyon was already overcrowded, not to mention the people who were sitting, there was no place to stand a little flat, and many people had climbed up the mountainside, huddled on the protruding rocks.

And at this moment, several rays of light suddenly flashed in the distant sky, and at a glance, a figure wearing a cyan tightsuit appeared, there were young people in their twenties, and there were also old people who were over the age of Jiazi.

As soon as these retreats appeared, the entire canyon instantly fell silent, because everyone knew that those people were the immortal cultivators of the Hundred Refining Sect.

These immortal cultivators are different from ordinary immortal cultivators, almost every one of them reveals a strong blood qi, even the old man who is over the age of Jiazi is the same, people can know at a glance that these people's physique is very strong, and the lowest ones are above the innate realm!

"It's coming!" Wang Meng said in a low voice.

Mo Ming nodded, his eyes squinted slightly at those people, and his heart suddenly became a little excited and apprehensive, if he could enter the Hundred Refining Sect and open the spiritual vein, he would be able to go to the Luo Sword Sect to find Uncle Sihai as an immortal cultivator!

Those people crossed the crowd and landed directly on the high platform in the center, and then sat firmly on the row of Taishi chairs.

After these people sat down, there was a buzzing sound in the audience, and many people's eyes were unconsciously looking at the few people on the stage, talking with the people around them.

"Is this the cultivator of the Hundred Refining Sect, it doesn't look like an ordinary immortal cultivator!" Mo Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he kept looking at the few people on the stage like the others.

"They are the same as us, before they became immortal masters, they were all body refiners!" Wang Meng said in a low voice on the side, his eyes were a little hot, and he was also very eager.

When all the people on the stage were seated, the old man who was over Jiazi suddenly raised his hand and pressed it down, and his old face showed a trace of solemnity.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the old man is the deacon elder of the second peak of the Hundred Refining Sect, and he came here today to recruit some disciples with better qualifications, so as to continue the incense of the sect, and also to provide an opportunity for everyone to become an immortal cultivator and ask for immortality!

The old man paused, and then continued:

"If you have not yet reached the Returning Yuan Realm, and you are over the age of sixteen, please leave!"

"If you have not yet reached the innate realm of physical body cultivation and are over twenty years old, please leave!"

"If you have not yet reached the Golden Body Realm and are over twenty-five years old, please leave!"

After saying three points in a row, the old man's deep-set eyes looked at the people under the stage, and immediately found that there was a discussion in the audience, most of them had a trace of seriousness on their faces, while some people showed disappointment, anger or puzzled looks on their faces, obviously these three requirements, many people have passed!

"Don't ask the old man why! Don't think that the old man is too harsh, the old man will not hide it from you, more than the old man just said, even if the person who opens the spiritual vein, it is difficult to ask about the possibility of immortality! This sect will never accept it!" The old man said in a deep voice, looking a little indifferent, the voice was not very loud, but it reached everyone's ears strangely.

Suddenly, the disappointment on the faces of some people became even stronger, and those with anger on their faces also gritted their teeth, but they didn't dare to make a sound, and some even turned around and left with a sigh.