The fairy altar is located in the north of Qingyuan City. And it's a bit remote. If it weren't for the three sects and four sects accepting disciples, I'm afraid there wouldn't be a few people here all year round.

It's just that it's really lively here these days. The altar is surrounded by a sea of people. Not all of these people came to participate in the selection of disciples. After all, the first step in the selection of disciples is that they must be under the age of twenty. Moreover, the strength of these people is not enough to qualify for the three sects and four factions.

Looking at the thousands of people around the altar, there are only a few dozen people who have come to participate in the disciple assessment. Others, either come to see the world or join in the fun. After all, the three sects and four sects opened their altars to accept disciples at the same time, which is something that will not be encountered for more than ten years.

By the time Li Mucheng and the others came to this immortal altar, it was already noon. The big scorching sun was suspended overhead, and the hot Li Mucheng was sweating profusely.

The altar was opened for a total of three days, and this was already the second day. If you register now, you will not be able to take the test until at least the afternoon. However, Li Mucheng and the other five people did not panic to sign up, but just stood outside the altar and watched what was happening inside.

At this time, there were about fifteen or sixteen people in the altar. One of the people who was taking the test was a young man of about 20 years old.

And above the altar, seven people sit. Of the seven men, three were women and four were men. And these seven people represent the three sects and four factions.

As time passed, the man who had been examined at the altar suddenly fell to his knees, spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground. Seeing this scene, the seven people on the stage shook their heads one after another.

"Next, Najib. ”

Of the seven men, a man in a black robe with a hooked nose who looked a little unkind drank it. Among the fifteen people waiting, a young man in a green robe heard it, nodded, walked to the altar, and sat cross-legged.

"This altar, the first test, is to test the spiritual root in the body. If the spirit root is qualified, then you can take the next level of the test. The young man in front of Najib, the spiritual root is a black spiritual root that has not been encountered in a hundred years. But it was eliminated in the third level. It seems that these three sects and four factions are really not easy to enter. ”

A person next to Li Mucheng shook his head and said with a sigh.

"Oh, uncle, what does the color of this spiritual root have to do with the spiritual root?"

Hearing this person's words, Li Mucheng asked. The middle-aged man looked at Li Mucheng and said with a smile: "Young man, I see that you are a person who has just set foot in the cultivation realm, right? This spiritual root is divided into five kinds. They are the lowest white spirit root and the yellow spirit root. Ascending to the top are the green spirit root, the purple spirit root, and the black spirit root. ”

After a pause, the uncle said again: "Originally, the purple spirit root was not easy to see. What's more, it's a black spirit root that is even rarer than a purple spirit root, but even so, the previous young man has failed. ”

"Holy shit, such a high failure rate?"

Li Mucheng and Zilei stared wide-eyed. They thought it would be almost enough, but they didn't expect that the people with black spirit roots would be eliminated and would not accept it.

"The three sects and the four sects are not small sects in the world. Disciples who enter must pass all three tests. If you don't qualify, you won't want it. Of course, it's difficult. ”

The uncle answered Li Mucheng's question, shook his head, and stopped talking.

Li Mucheng also continued to look up and looked at the young man Najib in the altar.

Najib sat cross-legged on the altar, and after a while, a spirit orb above the altar began to flicker. After a while, the spirit ball suddenly changed, and its appearance changed from transparent to white with a milky white light.

"This ...... White, the most common spiritual root?"

Li Mucheng was also stunned.

The eyes of the seven masters of the three sects and four sects were also a little gloomy. They originally thought that they would receive one or two disciples on this trip, but they didn't expect this batch of new disciples to have such poor qualifications. The only best black spirit root still failed in the third level of refining the heart.

"Go ahead, level two. ”

One of the seven spoke, and they didn't think much of Najib.

But the unexpected is always unexpected. Although Najib's qualifications are not very good, he passed the strength test of the second level very easily. Even the third level of heart refining that the genius of the black spirit root had just passed had not passed, but he passed it very easily.

"Although his qualifications are not very good, this son is extremely determined. It's a talent. Among the seven people, Eagle Hooknose said gloomily. He then looked at Najib and asked. "Najib, which sect do you want to go to?"

"Chaos Sword Sect. Najib nodded and said. The master sent by the Chaos Sword was none other than the hook-nosed man, who smiled and nodded when he heard Najib say this.

"Tsk, I really didn't expect it. Li Mucheng said with a smile. Knowing that Linggen was not the only thing that could enter the three sects and four sects, his heart calmed down a little. After all, he didn't have much hope for his qualifications.

"Big brother, I've already registered for you. ”

At this moment, Jiang Chen squeezed to Li Mucheng's side and said.

"Well, there's a place for us anyway, so let's go to the altar and wait. It's too hot here. Li Mucheng took the other four people to the altar and sat cross-legged in the waiting area, waiting quietly.

Just Najib's group, it's the third group. And in each group, there are twenty people. In other words, before Li Mucheng's fourth group, sixty people participated in the assessment.

According to Li Mucheng's understanding, only six people have passed all the assessments. On average, there is less than one sect!

"This elimination rate ...... Tsk..."

Li Mucheng was not thinking nonsense, but calmed down, and used this time to run the aura in his body for a small week.

In a short time, the third group of assessments has been completed. In this third group, in addition to Najib himself, there are two people who have passed. Of the eight people, only Najib chose the Chaos Sword Sect.

"Is it my turn?"

Li Mucheng opened his eyes and looked at the seven people above the altar. According to what he observed, these seven people, the weakest, also possessed the strength of the Void Period!

"The first in the fourth group, Li Mucheng. ”

Sure enough, the hook-nosed man spoke, and the first one to call was Li Mucheng. Li Mucheng stood up, came to the front of the altar, and sat down cross-legged.

As soon as he sat down, he heard a voice, "Bite your finger and smear the blood on the altar beneath you." ”

Li Mucheng didn't hesitate at all, a ray of light crossed, and a wound broke out in his finger. A drop of blood flowed down and dripped onto the altar below.

The altar consumed his blood, then a flash of light, and then fell silent.

In the waiting area, Zilei Jiangchen and the four of them clenched their fists, looked at Li Mucheng in the altar, and prayed silently.

After a while, the orb above the altar began to fill with light.

"What kind of spiritual root ......?"

Li Mucheng clenched his fists, looking at the ball of light above his head, his body trembling slightly.