More than half an hour later, Zhao Di followed everyone to the top of Xiuyun Peak.

The first thing that caught his eye was a white jade archway thirty or forty meters high, on which the dragon flew and the phoenix danced with the three big characters of "Wanghu Terrace".

After passing through this torii, you will come to a huge platform with a radius of more than 1,000 meters. The platform is paved with bluestones of the same size, length and width, which is very neat.

Because the weather is very clear, the vision is also very open, standing on the platform and looking down the mountain, you can see the black black water lake. However, most of the view is still vast clouds and mist, which obscure the nearby mountain scenery.

At the north end of the bluestone platform, there is a boxy dilapidated stone pavilion, which is about six or seven meters high, and the length and width are more than ten meters. On the top of the stone pavilion and the four stone pillars, there are some vines climbing on it, making the whole stone pavilion full of an indescribable ancient meaning.

However, this stone pavilion and the beautiful scenery of Wanghu Terrace were not the most attractive places for these Qi Refining Stage cultivators, and most of them focused their eyes on the six or seven white-clothed monks in the stone pavilion. These people are dressed in the same clothes, and their cultivation is actually above the early stage of foundation building. The three people who flew under the mountain just now were among them.

It seems that these six or seven predecessors in the foundation building period are the people of Taixumen who are responsible for recruiting new disciples this time. Thinking that their fate would depend on the seniors in front of them, most of the monks became serious and nervous.

After a while, all the monks had already arrived at Wanghu Terrace, and there were four or five hundred Qi Refining Stage monks standing scattered on the huge platform, some of them were looking into the distance, some were bowing their heads and waiting, and there were small groups of monks whispering in twos and threes. These people also have the lowest cultivation level of the eighth layer of the Qi refining period, and the highest cultivation level even has the twelfth layer of cultivation. However, the monks on the tenth floor and below still make up the vast majority.

The monk surnamed Leng who had been motionless for a long time suddenly withdrew his gaze from a distance and slowly swept over every Qi refining stage monk on the stage in turn.

The monks all felt the other party's cold gaze, and in an instant, the entire platform fell silent.

The monk surnamed Leng took two steps forward and said in a tone that was three points colder than his gaze: "Today is the third day of our Taixu Sect's recruitment of introductory disciples, if there are irrelevant people waiting for this, you can leave now." ”

After waiting for a while, seeing that everyone on the platform did not move in the slightest, this person continued: "Since you are all here to sign up to join our Taixu Gate, then I will listen carefully to Leng someone's speech, because every speech I make is directly related to whether you can enter this door." ”

Hundreds of Qi Refining Stage cultivators, including Zhao Di, naturally listened carefully without daring to breathe.

"All monks with Heavenly Spirit Root, Alien Spirit Root, and Second Spirit Root, or monks with special spirit bodies and talents, all stand here. The monk surnamed Leng pointed to an open space next to the stone pavilion and said.

There was a stirring on the stone platform, and after a while, five monks in the crowd came out of the crowd and stood on the edge of the stone pavilion under the jealous eyes of everyone.

"Very good," the monk surnamed Leng nodded, and said to the five people: "A few of you will go to Hanyang Peak with this Uncle Tu, as long as you confirm the spiritual root qualifications, etc., you will directly become the inner disciples of this sect." ”

After speaking, a square-faced monk came out of the seven or eight monks in the foundation building period, and it should obviously be the "Uncle Tu" in the mouth of the monk surnamed Leng.

Uncle Tu threw out a canoe-shaped magic weapon, which grew in the wind, and became a wooden boat seven or eight meters in size in a few breaths, and the monk surnamed Tu jumped on the wooden boat lightly and said to the monks: "Come up!"

The five monks hurriedly jumped onto the wooden boat, and as soon as they were standing, the monk surnamed Tu made a wooden boat and painted a blue light, and flew to the east.

Most of the monks in the audience watched these five people leave with ** spicy eyes, and the monk surnamed Leng said very clearly, as long as these five people verify the authenticity of the spiritual root qualifications and spiritual talents, they can become the core disciples of the Taixu Sect, the number one faction in the Golden Flame Country, without any other assessment at all. How can such a good thing not make people jealous!

After the monk surnamed Tu left, the monk surnamed Leng continued: "Below, all monks who are under the age of thirty and have practiced the basic exercises above the eleventh level stand here. ”

Immediately, two or three people walked out with their toes high, and then more than twenty monks walked out, and Zhao Di was among them.

At this time, the eyes of the monks on the stage were much more complicated, some were envious, some were jealous, and some had disdainful faces. Some families do not hesitate to use a large number of elixirs to forcibly improve their cultivation in order to allow their junior monks to enter the Taixu Sect, although the monk's cultivation has been raised, but it will be more difficult for the monk to practice in the future, as long as the supply of the elixir is cut off, it is almost difficult to advance again.

Obviously, Zhao Di and the others were regarded as this category, and most of the eyes looking at them were with a hint of disdain.

Zhao Dike didn't pay attention to these at all, he kept looking at his nose, standing with his head down, looking very honest.

The monk surnamed Leng assigned a middle-aged female cultivator surnamed Chen to take these more than twenty people to Hanyang Peak as well. He said: "At the Hanyang Summit, there is a special teacher to check the age of your root bones and the level of cultivation. If it is true, you can become an outer disciple of this sect. ”

The female monk surnamed Chen sacrificed a jade ruler magic weapon, and under the urging of her spiritual power, the jade ruler rose to more than two meters wide and more than thirty meters long. This time, without waiting for the female cultivator surnamed Chen to order, more than 20 monks, including Zhao Di, stood on top of the jade ruler with interest. After the middle-aged woman also jumped on the jade ruler, the jade ruler slowly flew towards Hanyang Peak.

The voice of the monk surnamed Leng came from under the jade ruler: "As for you people, you will be assessed by a few of us one-on-one, and if you are qualified, you will also have the opportunity to become a ...... of the outer disciples of this sect."

Probably because this jade ruler is different from the wooden boat of the monk surnamed Tu before, it is not a special flying magic weapon, so the speed is slower, but it is quite stable. This is a good thing for Zhao Di, who flew for the first time.

At this time, he was standing cautiously in the middle of the jade ruler, and the whirring wind blew from both sides of his body. Although he was a little scared, he couldn't help but look down, full of verdant, large or small white clouds dotted in between, several huge waterfalls from the high mountains rushing down, a few peaks in the distance were covered with various pavilions, and there were many monks stepping on various spiritual lights, flying between the peaks, a busy scene. The so-called wandering eyes, this kind of picture that can only exist in imagination, just looked at it for a while, it made Zhao Di feel better, he quickly forgot about his nervousness and fear, and just cared about enjoying the scenery of this fairyland.

It's a pity that in less than half an hour, the jade ruler led everyone to the front of Hanyang Peak. This is the highest peak of the Kuanglu Mountains, which has been shrouded in thick clouds since the halfway point of the mountainside, but there are more than 100 large halls and pavilions below the mountainside, and it is the most densely built among the peaks.

The jade ruler stopped in front of one of the halls more than 100 meters high, Zhao Di looked up, the plaque on the door of the hall has three big characters of "Coming to the World", this word seems to be plain, but it reveals a kind of indescribable mystery, Zhao Di looked closely, he actually felt that his eyes were a little confused, these words seemed to come to life, turned into a few figures, and trembled like an immortal fight. Zhao Di secretly said that it was not good, and was about to forcibly move his gaze elsewhere.

"Hmph!" A cold snort came from his ears, and Zhao Di quickly turned his gaze away from these words as if he had just woken up from a dream, and at the same time found that several people like him were attracted by these words and couldn't extricate themselves.

The middle-aged woman said loudly: "These words were inscribed by a great supernatural predecessor of the sect hundreds of years ago, and they contain a trace of illusionary power. ”

A few people didn't notice the door plaque, but after listening to the middle-aged woman's words, they looked up one after another, and all of them were hit. The middle-aged woman broke off again before she recalled the minds of these people.

After each of these twenty or so monks suffered this big loss, they no longer dared to act rashly, and honestly followed behind the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman walked into the hall of the Advent Hall with the twenty or so monks. This hall is nearly 100 meters high, hundreds of meters wide, the hall is facing the main door with two main seat Taishi chairs, under which there are two rows of square chairs facing each other. An old man with white hair and white beard, who looked to be sixty or seventy years old, was sitting on one of the square chairs with squinting eyes.

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