"Although my Ten Thousand Swords Sect accepts disciples every year, what is lacking is not people, but talents, and the sect will not raise useless people, if anyone wants to live here, then you can go. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Ji Mingjie put his hand behind him, facing the direction of the gray sword disciple in the field, with a serious expression.

He glanced at all the disciples who had just started, and suddenly his gaze froze, fixed in a corner, and frowned: "That disciple in yellow clothes, out of the ranks." ”

Lan Feng raised his eyelids and found that in a corner directly above the viewing platform, there was a yellow-clothed disciple who was getting up lazily.

"What are you doing standing there? Come down. Ji Mingjie had a kind smile on his face and beckoned to the disciple.

The yellow-clothed disciple first showed a hint of surprise on his face, then chuckled, and in the strange eyes of everyone, he swaggered down the high platform and came to Ji Mingjie's side.

"What's your name?" Ji Mingjie said in a gentle tone.

The disciple clasped his hands and said, "Li Xiaonan, what's wrong?"

Ji Mingjie had a smile on his face, walked to Li Xiaonan's side, put his left hand on his shoulder, pointed to the white-clothed disciple sitting with him on the viewing platform, and asked, "Do you think that this dress of yours is a little different." ”

"That's natural, I, Li Xiaonan, am naturally a different person, doesn't our sect need talents? I think a genius like me should do his own thing, so that he can be remembered. Li Xiaonan pursed his lips, his face full of disdain.

"But our sect doesn't need arrogant people who are lonely and self-admiring. ”

Hearing this, Li Xiaonan raised his head violently, but before he could see Ji Mingjie's expression clearly, a black light flashed, and the head had already landed.

There was a sigh on the field, and then there was a dead silence.

In this way, it is also a way to be remembered. Ji Mingjie didn't even look at the corpse on the ground, shook off the blood on the black sword, sneered, and said unhurriedly: "Everyone remember, there is a person named Li Xiaonan, who was slaughtered by the deity because of arrogance. ”

Although Lan Feng's face was full of sincere fear, his heart was very calm, after all, to be a leader, it was definitely impossible not to have a temper, and it was their style to be decisive, including killing.

Several Bing Linggen disciples standing behind Ji Mingjie stared blankly at the bloodstains on the ground, swallowing their saliva with palpitations, and even the sound of breathing was small.

And one of them, a skinny disciple wearing a gray flying sword, actually knelt on the ground with a "plop", and kept kowtowing: "The ice spirit root is not pure enough, please make more choices in the head." ”

"As I said just now, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect never forces people to do anything he doesn't want to do, it's just that, since you have no intention of becoming my disciple, then I can't take a fancy to you, let's go." Ji Mingjie didn't look back, inserted the cleaned flying sword into the scabbard, and waved his hand.

"Xie is in charge. The disciple kowtowed to Ji Mingjie three more times, and left with a roll.

With a slight wave of Ji Mingjie's hand, Li Xiaonan, who was in a different place, instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist and flew into the crescent-shaped shallow groove above the scabbard.

Lan Feng's gaze retracted from the crescent moon on Ji Mingjie's flying sword, and then glanced at the scabbard on the waists of several other disciples around him, and found that the shapes depicted on them were all different, even the shapes depicted on the two scabbards of the same color were also different.

This should also have a meaning. Lan Feng narrowed his eyes, and while he was pondering, Zhou Jingfei had already rushed over with the disciple who was in charge of the three rounds of tests before.

When the two disciples passed by Lan Feng's side, there was a hint of envy in their eyes, and then, the disciple who had taken Lan Feng to fly with the sword quickly walked in front of Ji Mingjie, supported by the golden sword, and knelt down on one knee and said, "Xu Chuang, the sixty-seventh generation disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, please say hello to the elders." ”

"Get up. Ji Mingjie nodded slightly.

"Yes. Xu Chuang blinked, stood up with the flying sword, glanced at Lan Feng lightly, and lowered his head again.

Ji Mingjie pointed his finger on the black sword on his waist and said, "Report on the recruitment of disciples this year." ”

Xu Chuang took a deep breath and replied: "There are a total of one hundred and twenty-three disciples who have signed up for the Ten Thousand Swords Sect this year, seven of them died unexpectedly, and fourteen have left, and the current sect has effectively recruited one hundred and two disciples, one of whom is the Ice Spirit Root. ”

"What quality?" Ji Mingjie stared at Xu Chuang's eyes and continued to ask.

"Medium Ice Spirit Root. Xu Chuang paused for a moment, and then said, "It's a desireless spirit." ”

Ji Mingjie's expression moved, and the fingers that were hitting the flying sword suddenly stopped, turned to look at Lan Feng, and frowned: "Is he a desireless spirit?"

A cold light flashed in Jing Yu's eyes, and he frowned slightly.

"Yes, you can't go wrong with six-sided space. Without the slightest hesitation, Xu Chuang replied.

"Okay, I got it. Ji Mingjie nodded, waved his hand, go down.

Xu Chuangnuo retreated, and winked at Lan Feng as he passed by him.

"Zhou Jingfei, you can start. Ji Mingjie waved his sleeves and sat directly on the ground, his eyes closed.

Several disciples on the field, except for Jing Yu, showed a blank look on their faces, including Lan Feng.

Zhou Jingfei coughed lightly, took out a black disc from his sleeve, and said in a loud voice: "The head of the apprentice competition, from now on, as long as one of you can pluck out one of his white hairs, you can directly advance." ”

"Ah, what kind of competition is this?" one of the dark-skinned disciples looked puzzled.

"The hair of the master, how can we pluck it at will?"

"The head is full of gray hair, and you can pick one casually, I feel that everyone can be promoted, isn't that a white comparison?"

There were different opinions, Zhou Jingfei snorted lightly and sneered: "Then try it." ”

"Just try!" A bold disciple with a face full of disdain, quickly stepped forward and pulled out one of Ji Mingjie's white hairs, handed it to Zhou Jingfei without even looking at it, and said triumphantly: "Look, I pulled it off." ”

"Haha. Zhou Jingfei laughed, took the white hair he handed over, put it in the disc in his hand, and announced loudly: "Liu Chengpu, out." ”

Liu Chengpu's face sank, and he was about to argue, but when he saw the hair he had just pulled out in the black plate, he frowned, shook his head and said, "How is it possible, it was obviously white when I first saw it." ”

Zhou Jingfei showed sympathy, and then announced: "Who will come next?"

After being silent for a moment, seeing that none of the few people were willing to go first, the dark-skinned disciple sighed lightly, strode forward, and said in a voice like Hong Zhong: "Manly man, what do you do, I am willing to try!"