Hearing this shout, the people who were hurrying down knelt down and saluted. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 However, no matter how high the other party's realm is, it is impossible for Wei Xuan to bow to him, and he immediately hides his figure.

Mo Feng had just kowtowed, and suddenly found that Wei Xuan was missing, and said strangely: "Where is that guy named Wei Xuan?"

The companion said, "Didn't I follow you all the time?"

Mo Feng shook his head and said, "Who knows." I originally wanted to wait for him to be accepted as a follower after being selected, but it seems that he is not blessed with this blessing. ”

Wei Xuan was not ashamed to hear his words, and immediately annoyed, and almost fanned an old man's ear scraper, and couldn't help but have some doubts, could it be that the great omen of this goods should be on himself? Was it that he was angry that his words were informable and hurt him? After thinking about it, he still endured it and looked in the direction of Zhongjiabao.

I saw a fairy sword flying in the sky, and a middle-aged man and a teenager stood on the fairy sword. There is often a big gap between the appearance and the actual age of cultivators, and they can hide it from the eyes of ordinary people, but they can't hide from Wei Xuan's divine sense. This middle-aged man is actually over 100 years old, and now he is a cultivator in the later stage of foundation building, and that young man is indeed still a teenager, and he has just condensed his energy.

The fairy sword flew over the crowd, and the middle-aged man in the late stage of foundation building stared down like a torch, and suddenly raised his hand, and a black stone flew out, and said loudly: "If you want to worship this sect, you can press your hand on this stone, and wait for this master to choose." ”

Someone questioned: "Isn't it supposed to be in Zhongjiacheng when the immortal master accepts apprentices?"

The young man snorted coldly, and a sharp sword fell from the sky, circled the neck of the man who spoke, and actually took off the man's head. It turned out that this young man had just condensed his qi and could not fly with his sword, so his fairy sword was behind him, and he actually took it out to hurt people at this time.

After retracting the fairy sword, the young man said with an arrogant face: "Master, how can you wait for irresponsible remarks, you are really asking for your own death!"

Seeing the strange place of the man's head, no one dared to say a word, and the whole person below was silent, and no one even dared to touch the stone.

Wei Xuan used the invisibility technique, but he didn't have to worry about being discovered, so he stepped forward and looked at the stone, only to realize that it was actually an Awakening Stone, but it was much larger than the Awakening Stone he had obtained in the Dixiong World. This also confirmed his previous suspicion that the number of magic that a mage can learn is related to the number of spiritual roots he has.

In mid-air, the middle-aged man was already impatient, and said in a deep voice: "Do you dare not listen to the order of the deity?"

The crowd below let out a commotion again, and finally someone trembled and pressed his hand on the stone, and the original black stone suddenly rose with a faint blue light. Immediately after that, someone stepped forward, and the black stone lit up with a circle of yellow light. As one person after another touched the black stone, the seven colors of light lit up one after another. Unexpectedly, without exception, everyone can only awaken one kind of light, which shows that it is indeed very rare to have more than two spiritual roots.

However, Wei Xuan finally discovered the difference between this black stone and the Awakening Stone. There were also several people who also possessed the golden spiritual root, but the orange light emitted by this black stone was strong and weak. The difference was so faint that only Wei Xuan's powerful divine sense could detect it. It seems that the spiritual root also has a level. What determines a person's cultivation talent is not only the type and number of spiritual roots, but also the level of spiritual roots. The black stone was a good thing, and Wei Xuan's gaze became eager.

Suddenly, there was a boo from the audience. It turned out to be a young man in his twenties who pressed his hand on the black stone, but the black stone did not respond. Wei Xuan couldn't help but wonder, could it be that this person was also a congenital void body?

But seeing that the middle-aged man on the fairy sword had already put the black stone back and held it tightly. Wei Xuan saw that the middle-aged man was sending spiritual power into the black stone. Soon, the black stone appeared in front of the young man below, and the young man's hand was put up again, and the black stone lit up with a circle of red light.

The selection continued, and it was finally Mo Feng's turn. As soon as Mo Feng's hand pressed it, the black stone first lit up with a circle of red light, followed by blue light and purple light, and a burst of exclamations suddenly sounded around him. Who would have thought that this frivolous guy really had three spiritual roots.

However, Wei Xuan could see clearly that although Mo Feng had lit up this black stone with three colors, the light of each color was very weak, much weaker than ordinary people. In other words, although Mo Feng has three kinds of spirit roots, the level of each spirit root is very low, which makes it difficult to judge whether Mo Feng's talent is good or bad, after all, Wei Xuan also knows that there is a level of spirit root.

The middle-aged man standing on the fairy sword had his eyes lit up, raised his hand and made a move towards Mo Feng, and Mo Feng flew in front of him, and also stood on the fairy sword, and the fairy sword was suddenly half larger at this time, and he stood on it personally, not feeling crowded at all. The middle-aged man looked at the crowd below and said in a deep voice: "The selection of disciples for the deity has been completed, you can go back later!"

Everyone let out a sigh, but who dared not listen to the words of the immortal master, they could only bow down and retreat. When several of Mo Feng's companions saw Mo Feng selected, they all glanced at him, hoping that Mo Feng would be able to read for the sake of many years of intersection, and accept them as followers. Although he is just a follower, after all, he can barely accept it. However, when Mo Feng looked at these former partners again, he looked arrogant, as if he was looking at a group of ants, and he didn't have any friendship at all.

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With Mo Feng's temperament, no matter how talented he is, it is difficult to achieve cultivation. Wei Xuan didn't feel strange, what kind of eyes did that middle-aged man have, he would choose Mo Feng to be his apprentice. Moreover, it should be a good thing that Mo Feng was chosen as an apprentice by the cultivators, but as a result of his inference from the Liujia Qimen supernatural powers, Mo Feng was clearly a great omen, how can this be explained?

Of course, he doesn't care what others admire the apprentice, he just has a hot eye on the black stone. With Wei Xuan's current cultivation, it would be almost effortless to snatch that black stone from the hands of these two cultivators. But Wei Xuan already knew that accumulating virtue and doing good deeds was also a kind of cultivation, which could make the source power in the body more condensed, even more important than the practice of the exercises themselves. Without figuring out the details of the good and evil of this middle-aged man, he couldn't make a rash move, but just quietly followed.

The speed of the fairy sword is naturally not comparable to Wei Xuan's magical ability to control the fog and clouds, and with the cultivation of the master and apprentice, it is impossible to find Wei Xuan, who is invisible. Therefore, the master and apprentice didn't notice the stalker behind them at all, driving the fairy sword to fly all the way.

Mo Feng suddenly sensed that something was wrong, and asked cautiously, "Master, it seems that you should fly south towards Zhongjiacheng." ”

The young man sneered: "What are you, Shizun is also called by you!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand lightly and said, "Xiaofeng, don't pay attention to him." It's far away from Zhongjia City, and it's uninhabited, so this master will perform the method of cultivating spirits for you here. ”