Although Qin Bufan had already seen this hall last night, it was night after all, and he couldn't really see it, he only felt that this hall was extraordinary, but he didn't have any other ideas. But when it comes to this daytime, when I look at it again, it has a different taste.

I saw that the temple was towering into the clouds, and some mist formed a circle in the half-height of the temple, which made it even more unattainable. At the top of the hall, there were a few cranes flying by, and I don't know if the crane was tired of flying, so they turned their heads and flew back, circled around the top of the hall a few times, and actually landed on the top of the temple and rested.

Qin Bufan was stunned when he saw it, and he only felt that this Ziwei Hall had an indescribable sense of mystery at this time. Standing under this highness, I couldn't help but have a ridiculous sense of feeling small.

In fact, his reaction was good. The rest of the people who walked in front of him were already stunned, and their mouths were full of exclamations, as if they were a hillbilly visiting a big manor, and Qin Bufan was amused to see it.

When he walked into the hall, he found that the floor under his feet was paved with gold, and the gold bricks were shining, and Qin Bufan was extremely surprised when he saw it. The stone steps up the mountain are made of expensive white marble, and now this palace is paved with gold bricks, even if it is the palace of Liangguo, it is almost the same!

After looking at the feet, I looked up and looked forward, only to see a five-zhang high statue of the Sanqing Patriarch, holding a dust whisk in his hand, and looking smiling. This is very realistic, at first glance, Qin Bufan thought it was a real person!

I thought that Qin Bufan wanted to take a closer look, but with a sweep of his eyes, he saw that the Taoist chief surnamed Qian yesterday was walking out from the left side of the statue of the Sanqing Patriarch, followed by several young disciples who were about twenty years old. Those disciples were all dressed in white, and there was a small red sword embroidered on their chests, which was actually different from the small cyan sword on the chests of those outer disciples yesterday!

Those young disciples were followed by a person, Qin Bufan could see clearly, that person was actually the handsome-looking man who laughed at him when he broke through the second level yesterday.

Perhaps looking at Qin Bufan and the others with doubts, the Daoist surnamed Qian coughed and said, "Presumably you all have doubts in your hearts, why these disciples have small red swords embroidered on their chests instead of cyan. Let me tell you, my righteous qi sect disciples are divided into three levels. It is said that the outer disciples, the inner disciples, and the elite disciples, that is, the disciples who pass it on. These three kinds of disciples, the color of the small sword embroidered on the chest of each disciple is different, among them, the outer disciple is embroidered with a green sword, the inner disciple is embroidered with a red sword, and as for the personal disciple, the embroidered is a black sword. Standing in front of you is the inner disciple of my Zhengqi Gate External Affairs Hall. ”

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that this righteous qi gate not only had different levels of disciples, but also disciples of different levels, the clothes they were wearing, and the colors of the small swords embroidered on their chests were also different, and there were so many rules!

That Qian Daoist looked at Qin Bufan and the others and suddenly realized, suddenly smiled, and suddenly pointed to the person who had laughed at Qin Bufan yesterday and said: "As for this person, he has performed well in this assessment, and he can enter my Zhengqi Gate Deacon Hall and be an inner disciple." As for you waiting, Senior Nephew Zhao, who was in charge of assessing your first two levels yesterday, will take you to the personnel hall to assign a place, and he will go to the personnel hall to call you the master of the personnel hall. The old man will go first, so you can wait a little longer. ”

After speaking, he led those disciples again and went straight out of the Ziwei Palace.

Qin Bufan and the others watched the Qian surnamed Dao go away without looking back, and they didn't know what to say, so they obediently stood in the Ziwei Hall and waited aside.

This is not long in pouring, that is, the time of a cup of tea. After a cup of tea, a few people walked in from outside the Ziwei Palace, and the one who walked in front was the disciple surnamed Qian who was in charge of assessing Qin Bufan and others yesterday.

The disciple surnamed Qian was followed by a person, and I saw that the person was wearing a black robe, his hair was also coiled up on the top of his head, and he had a hairpin, but he was also dressed as a Taoist priest, but he still lacked a whisk on his hand.

The man didn't look very old, that is, he was in his early forties, with a Chinese face, silkworm eyebrows, a beard, and a cloudy and uncertain look on his face, but he couldn't see his temper.

Qin Bufan saw the man's face, his eyebrows furrowed, and he thought about it secretly, he only felt that this person was so familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a moment, shook his head, and stopped thinking about it.

The man went straight into this Ziwei Palace, looked at Qin Bufan and the others, and said, "You are the disciples who have passed the assessment this time, you all talk about your own situation, who you are learning from, how your family is, and what is the realm of martial arts." ”

After speaking, he looked at Qin Bufan and the others again, pointed to a young man who Qin Bufan didn't know, and said, "Whoever it is, let's start with you." You speak first, and then you go on in order. ”

The young man who was named was wearing sackcloth and hemp pants with a few patches on his clothes and pants, and he looked like a child from a poor family. The young man was not very old, he looked not much different from Qin Bufan, he looked honest, thin, as if he was about to fall when the wind blew.

The young man was named, stunned, looked left, looked again, and made sure that the man in black robe in front of him was talking about him, then he looked nervous and stammered: "I, I, my name is Wang Li, home, I live in Lixinglai City No, no, not far away, I haven't learned any martial arts, no, I haven't worshiped the master, and I don't know how high my martial arts are, but when I usually go up the mountain to chop firewood, I carry one or two hundred catties of firewood, but I don't think, yes, tired." ”

The young man named Wang Li stammered for a long time before he finished speaking. When he said that, the stammering appearance made Qin Bufan and the others laugh when they heard it, and they almost laughed.

The man in the black robe listened to the words of the young man who claimed to be Wang Li, and there was no expression on his face.

"Even at a young age, I don't feel hard to carry one or two hundred catties of dry firewood, it seems that he is also a good seedling to learn martial arts, in my opinion, there should be about two layers of boiling bone realm. It's just a pity, I didn't start martial arts from elementary school, but it doesn't matter, since I entered my righteous qi gate today, practicing martial arts, I naturally want it. Next, move on. ”

By the time Qin Bufan and the others finished talking about their respective situations in turn, it was already half an hour later.

Among the people who passed the Zhengqi Gate assessment this time, the one surnamed Sun had the highest realm, which was the fifth layer of the Bone Boiling Realm. And the rest of the people, some have two layers, some have four layers, and some are the same as Qin Bufan, they are three layers.

Among them, the most are the people who boil the third layer of the bone realm, accounting for more than half.

After listening to Qin Bufan and the others' respective introductions, the black-robed man grabbed his beard with one hand, and unprecedentedly smiled, turned his head to the disciple surnamed Zhao beside him and said, "Well, yes, this assessment has also recruited some good seedlings, and Senior Nephew Zhao has worked hard!"

The disciple surnamed Zhao listened to the words of the black-robed man, and his heart was overjoyed, and he said secretly, it seems that this assessment has indeed satisfied this strange-tempered uncle. Thinking so in his heart, he also said in his mouth: "As long as Uncle Hou is satisfied, this is the duty of a disciple." ”

It turned out that the black-robed man's surname was Hou!

Qin Bufan heard the disciple surnamed Zhao call the black-robed man Uncle Hou, and then he suddenly realized, no wonder he felt that this black-robed man looked familiar, it turned out that this black-robed man turned out to be Hou Wenhong, who was known as the black fox of Yanshan Mountain, within a radius of a hundred miles from Laicheng!