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"The Immortal Master is aware that although there is this Qingyun Order below, the grade of the spiritual root is quite inferior, and it is a subordinate level. Lin Luo respectfully handed over his Qingyun Order and Linggen Examination Book.

He was not affected in the slightest by what he had just done, and turned his head and stepped into another sect quiet room called "Danqian Medical Building". After all, trial and error is also a way to success, and although it is a little slower, it can at least show you what doesn't work.

The immortal master sitting at the top was an old man, dressed in a green robe and a square scarf on his head, and the wrinkles on his forehead were as deep and distorted as if the roots of a tree were piled up.

After taking Lin Luo's Qingyun Order and the inspection book, he looked through it carefully for a long time, and said: "I am Shang Xin, the third deacon of this Danqian Medical Building, your spiritual roots are weak, but you can get the recommendation of this Qingyun Order, I think there must be something extraordinary." The way in which the world measures the spiritual root is often overlooked. The old decay is a little bit of a doctor, why don't I measure the spiritual root for you again?"

"I don't know how the immortal master wants to test?"

"All you need is a pulse. This Shang Xin seems to be quite confident in his medical cultivation.

"Then there's Immortal Master. Lin Luo stretched out his right arm, and Shang Xin poked out two fingers like chicken claws from his cuffs and put them on Lin Luo's wrists, his eyes slightly closed.

A vague qi invaded from Lin Luo's wrist, and walked along his arm, through his shoulders and chest, and slowly sneaked in the direction of the dantian qi sea.

Lin Luo also relied on his mental power to faintly sense the qi entering his body.

Suddenly, Lin Luo felt that the water and fire dao species in his dantian seemed to be lightly touched by this invisible energy, and the eyelids of Shang Xin's tightly closed eyes also trembled slightly, as if he had discovered something.

Lin Luo faintly felt that something was wrong, and was about to use his mental power to stop this energy from continuing to probe himself, but the energy had been slowly withdrawn.

Shang Xin's face was heavy, and he sighed: "It's a pity." Daoyou's spiritual root qualifications are really not good, and I can't do anything about it. Now I am coming to select this future disciple on behalf of the archdeacon, and I dare not make my own decisions. Maybe other sects may be able to accept you, and Taoist friends can go and give it a try. Although Shang Xin said it politely, he gave an eviction order.

With a hint of doubt, Lin Luo withdrew from the quiet room: the other party seemed to have discovered the Dao species in his dantian, but he didn't say a word, could it be that he felt wrong?

and visited several sects one after another, and when these immortal masters saw Lin Luo's spiritual root qualifications, they were all regretful, or sighing, or mocking, or disdainful, and they were stunned that none of the sects should accept it.

The market was so bad, Lin Luo had no choice but to give up and go back to the inn to recuperate.

If there is still no result in the assessment of Zhuzong in two days, I am afraid that I will really find a village to settle down and live this life peacefully, as Uncle Da said.

The left side hall of the main hall of Yiyunguan is the place where the Ten Thousand Swords Sect enters the sect for assessment.

The entrance assessment of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect has always been known for its strictness, so not many people came to participate.

Dozens of people who asked the question sat on the futon, watching the assessment process of others intently, if they could learn a trick and a half from this assessment, it would be worth the ticket price of this meeting.

More than a dozen disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were all standing on the periphery with negative swords, coldly watching the battle in the field.

The two stood opposite each other.

"Attack me with all your might. "The one who spoke was a short disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, who looked very young, and the two long swords crossed left and right on his back looked even more so. He put his hands behind his back, as if he was deliberately pretending to be old-fashioned.

"The martial artist who is already at the peak of the ninth order is under him, and he also asks the immortal master to draw his sword. On the other side was a lean warrior in his forties, and he was a little arrogant when he spoke.

The double sword disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect said coldly: "Even if you let it go, if you can hurt me, you can enter the sect." ”

"That's offended!" The lean ninth-order martial artist was also unambiguous, pinching a sword trick in his left hand, and the long sword in his right hand attacked like a swimming dragon.

Knock knock!

At this time, the side hall on the right side of the main hall was filled with bursts of drum music, and the double sword disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were actually attracted by this drum music, seeing that a sword had already struck in front of them, but they still turned their heads to look over there.

Seeing this, the lean martial artist was furious, and he gritted his teeth and didn't accept it, but instead added a strong force and handed it towards the cheek of the disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect!

Bite!

The long sword was broken in two, and the tip of the sword flicked out, but the half-cut sword was against the cheekbone of the disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.

This young disciple didn't dodge or dodge, and directly took his own sword with the face door, and the lean ninth-order martial artist was also startled, and Leng didn't even know how to take back the sword there.

"Hmph, this day Zhuzong always likes to engage in these tricks. The double sword disciple laughed, his fingertips flicked lightly in front of him, and the half of the sword against his face flew out, and the lean man also suddenly flew back a few steps, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.

The Twin Swords disciple turned his head, and there was not even a trace of marks on his face that was held against by the broken sword, and said coldly: "It's not enough, the next one." ”

The ninth-order martial artist couldn't hurt him in the slightest with a single blow with all his strength, and all the seekers present sat up straight silently, and no one dared to be disrespectful anymore.

The two Ten Thousand Sword Sect members behind the two sword disciples laughed and talked with a low smile: "Uncle Wuyan is being treated as a child again, right?"

"Hee-hee, there are a few of them every year who don't have long eyes. ”

"It's no wonder that they are too early for Uncle Wuyan to become enlightened, so he still looks so young. ”

In the side hall on the right side of the main hall, a long line has been lined up outside the hall, and there are many people who are watching the excitement next to it.

At the entrance of the hall was erected a building about a zhang high, like a small torii, and on both sides there were disciples of the Heavenly Architecture Sect standing in a row on the left and right.

A female disciple of the Heavenly Sect presided over the order outside the door, and shouted to the seekers in line: "Fellow Daoists, please line up according to the number plate you get, and pass through this gate in order, if you can enter the hall, you can be regarded as passing the first round of the test, and you can enter the next round." If you can't make it, please come back next year. ”

Lin Luo looked at the number plate in his hand, the twenty-seventh, which was quite high.

At the beginning of the test, the person in line No. 1 cautiously approached the door, and reached out to scratch the door a few times, and found that there seemed to be nothing blocking it, so he quickly took two steps and walked straight through the door and into the hall.

"I've passed!" the man turned, shaking his fist in delight.

Next to him, a female disciple of the Tianzhu Sect came up with a smile and led the way: "Congratulations on passing the test, Taoist friends, please." ”

Several people in succession passed smoothly, but when No. 8 wanted to step over, it was as if he was hitting his head against an invisible wall, and that person also had some martial arts skills, so he immediately sat on his knees, breathed inside, and slammed into the invisible wall with his shoulder.

Bang!

"Oops!" the man screamed, and was bounced upside down.

The disciples of the Heavenly Pillar Sect on both sides of the gate all covered their mouths and laughed.

That day, the female disciple who presided over the Zhuzong also explained to everyone with a smile: "Fellow Daoists, if you can't pass, please step back, you may be injured if you break through!"

The assessment continued, and several people were blocked by the invisible wall one after another, unable to cross the gate.

Lin Luo knew that this gate was supposed to be a kind of architectural building, but he didn't know what it was testing.

At this time, it was Lin Luo's turn, Lin Luo took a step lightly, and he had already stepped into the doorway, and clearly felt a heavy mental power descending from the top of the door, sweeping from head to toe like flowing water, like a curtain composed of mental power.

Lin Luo took another step and had already entered the hall.

This first hurdle was passed so easily.