In the early morning of the next day, before the sun rose, the town under Gujian Mountain was already very lively. It's no wonder that, according to the crazy energy of the people of the Tianyu Continent for cultivating immortals and cultivating the Dao, although the Ancient Sword Sect is a little dim among the six holy lands, and its reputation is not very loud, it is also one of the six holy lands! Not to mention that not everyone can be selected for this five-year mountain opening and accepting disciples. The first condition is to be under the age of sixteen, followed by the root bone above the middle level, and to pass the guò test before entering the ancient sword sect. Don't look at the decline of the Ancient Sword Sect in recent years, but the shelves of the Holy Land are still very sufficient, otherwise people won't take the Holy Land seriously.

The old fortune teller also woke up the little boy early in the morning, and after packing up, he walked to a martial arts platform at the foot of Gujian Mountain. When they came to the competition platform, thousands of people had already gathered around, and there were still people coming one after another, so it was not lively! However, the people from the Ancient Sword Sect had not yet arrived, and the competition platform was empty, and no one dared to step forward.

At this time, the sun has risen, and rays of sunlight have begun to shine on the earth. More and more people gathered in front of the contest platform, and roughly estimated, there were no less than 10,000 people! However, most of them were adults and children, and in this way, only a few thousand people actually participated in the selection of disciples. However, it is also very competitive to choose a place of a few hundred out of a few thousand. In this way, the fortune teller old man and the little boy, both of whom are thin and small figures, are not enough to see in the crowd.

After a long time, the people of the Ancient Sword Sect still didn't see a figure, and many people began to complain: "What's the matter, aren't you choosing a disciple today! We have been driving for several days to get there!" "That is, the shelf of this Ancient Sword Sect is really a bit big!" But these words were all whispered in private, and due to the consistent domineering of immortal cultivators, no one dared to say these words loudly. It's like some people who have always hated the rich, but they are bent on getting into the rich pile. This is the same principle, but if you become an immortal cultivator, you will not only bring you money, but also power and status, and you will also rise.

Just when everyone was clamoring and shouting, and the scene seemed to be out of control, suddenly, one side quieted down, and then, like a contagion, in an instant, the entire area around the tournament was quiet. "Daddy, look, the immortals are coming!" said a little fat man, pointing to the sky.

People looked up to the sky, and sure enough, a few points of light appeared on the horizon in the distance. After a while, you can see that it is the ancient sword sect member of the sword flying, because the speed is too fast, the air cover formed by the speed is extremely bright, in the reflection of the sunlight. The fortune teller snorted in his heart: "Hmph, these famous and decent people are really going to fool sentient beings, for fear that others won't know that they can use the art of the sword!" There is also a reason why the old man of fortune telling is disdainful, although the art of the sword is fast, it is extremely spiritual power, and because the movement is too large, it is not conducive to stealth, so it is criticized. It's just that in order to show their hands, the Ancient Sword Sect did not hesitate to spend spiritual power to do such things, which is really a bit eye-catching.

However, the little boy looked up at the blue sky and muttered: "They can fly in the sky!" The fortune teller old man turned his mind and said: "Heng'er, you see, this is the ability of the Ancient Sword Sect, if you want to learn, you can enter the Ancient Sword Sect, and you can naturally learn this sword technique." ”

The little boy looked at the old fortune teller, then lowered his head, but did not know what he was thinking.

It was just a matter of an instant, and the people of the Ancient Sword Sect had already landed on the competition platform, and after they had collected their swords, everyone could see their faces clearly. There were a total of fifteen from the Ancient Sword Sect, and the most striking of them was a fat man, about forty years old. But people who cultivate immortals have a very long lifespan, and they can't judge their age by appearance. What people are most surprised by is that a fat person can also cultivate immortals! This completely subverts people's perception of the high-ranking immortal cultivators, and in the eyes of ordinary people, all immortal cultivators do not eat grains and sit down to cultivate, so that their bodies are thin and look quite immortal. But this fat man is really a bit unexpected by people.

The remaining fourteen, both men and women, young and old, are also some mediocre-looking characters who are thrown on the street. If it weren't for the costumes of the Ancient Sword Sect, who would have known that they were immortal cultivators who many people had been begging for immortals but couldn't! People were stunned and couldn't help but sigh to themselves: "It turns out that people are really unseemly!"

At this time, the fat man spoke, and he didn't think he spoke too loudly, but the more than 10,000 people present could hear it clearly: "Everyone, you are polite." It is really an honor for you to come from thousands of miles to participate in the selection of disciples for the founding of my Ancient Sword Sect. However, Poor Dao said ugly things in front, not everyone is suitable for cultivating immortals, this is also everyone's creation, and others can't interfere. If you don't choose it when the time comes, you don't have to complain about the sky, and the sky has its own fixed number. This time, only 100 people will be recruited!"

What the fat man said, everyone in front didn't care very much, but the latter sentence, not hesitating on a thunderbolt on a sunny day, suddenly made more than 10,000 people explode: "What, we came all the way over, and we only recruited a hundred?" "This is too little, can you have a little more places!" "That is, is the Ancient Sword Sect really declining, and the rest of the holy lands are recruiting more than 500 people, how can this Ancient Sword Sect recruit so few?"

The audience was noisy and shouting, more lively than the vegetable market, and the fat man stopped talking, smiling and looking at the noise of more than 10,000 people below. After a long while, there was finally an old man with a stern face who couldn't bear it: "Calm me down!" This sentence obviously uses spiritual power, and even the echo is amazingly loud. In an instant, the audience was silent. The old man continued: "The rules are the rules, there is nothing to argue about! After the age of sixteen, consciously retreat from the poor road, if it is found out that the time has passed the age of sixteen, the poor road will not give any face!" When the old man said this, his eyes swept the crowd. Many people who wanted to fish in troubled waters saw his terrifying gaze, involuntarily lowered their heads, and walked away. And some of those who were not firm enough also lowered their heads after touching his gaze, as if there was something under their feet worthy of his study. When the old man's gaze swept over the little boy, the little boy was neither humble nor arrogant, and also stared at him. The old man sighed, looked at the little boy for a few seconds, and found that his eyes were pure except for clear, as if they were not polluted, giving people a feeling of relaxation and pleasure. The old man paid attention, nodded at the little boy, and continued to scan.

After a quarter of an hour, the original scene of more than 10,000 people actually ran away with only a few thousand people, and it seems that there are really a lot of people who want to fish in troubled waters. The old man continued: "You consciously line up in fifteen columns, and we will investigate them one by one. Everyone in the audience did so, and then the fifteen members of the Ancient Sword Sect began to walk off the stage, touching their hand bones one by one. In a short time, hundreds of people were eliminated. The reason is not why, it is that the root bones are not good!

The fortune teller stayed aside and watched, and was secretly shocked in his heart: "How can the cultivation of these people be so high! Except for that woman, they are all in the golden body stage, but she is also a Yuan Ying Da Perfection, and she is only one step away from being promoted to the golden body." The strength of this Ancient Sword Sect should not be underestimated! Hey, the technique they used was actually the 'Bone Penetrating Root Checking Method'? Good guys, the error rate of this kind of bone touching technique is extremely low, and I don't know how they got it!" In addition to being secretly shocked in his heart, he was also glad that he did not provoke the Ancient Sword Sect lightly. There are no fuel-efficient lamps in these holy places, and once they are provoked, they are extremely difficult to please. Don't look at the decline of the Ancient Sword Sect now, maybe it is in Taoguang and obscurity. If you get provoked, wait for someone's hole cards to show a little bit, and it's enough for you to bear. But can it be so simple to call a holy place? This is the answer that can be thought of with your feet.

The fortune teller old man thought about it, the efficiency of the fifteen people of this ancient sword sect was extremely high, and soon, more than a hundred people had been selected among the thousands of people. Those who were not chosen were like defeated roosters, standing by in despair. And the chosen one, his eyes shone with ecstasy, if it weren't for the people of the Ancient Sword Sect here, I'm afraid most of them would have already reveled, right? There was only one exception - the little boy, who had the same look from beginning to end, as if what had happened had nothing to do with him. However, the fat man who touched his bones was taken aback, and said to the old man who was strict: "Uncle, come and see!" The old man did not doubt him, and when he stepped forward and touched the little boy's hand bones, he was also surprised, and said in a low voice: "This is an excellent root bone!" The two glanced at each other, and already knew each other's intentions, that is, to cultivate him with all their might!

At this time, the sun was already scorching, and it was noon, and the number of people had been screened, and after counting, there were a lot more than one hundred, one hundred and seventy-six, nearly two hundred. And the old man with the most senior in the Ancient Sword Sect didn't say anything, but just said lightly: "If you don't want to go to the Ancient Sword Sect, then you still have time to quit." Give you a quarter of an hour to make a decision, and then head back to the mountain. ”

When the little boy heard this, he just wanted to shout, but when he looked at the old fortune teller, he saw that he was looking at the little boy expectantly, and the little boy wanted to rush out of the mouth, "I want to quit" and swallowed it. Seeing this, the fortune teller old man flashed a trace of unbearability in his expression, and soon he restrained it again. I saw him slowly walk to the little boy's side and say, "Heng'er, are you okay to stay in the Ancient Sword Sect obediently? My father-in-law will definitely come back to pick you up!" The little boy had tears in his eyes, but he gritted his teeth and didn't cry, and nodded when he heard the words.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and the old man of the Ancient Sword Sect didn't say much, and said lightly, "Let's go!" and walked straight up the mountain. The one hundred and seventy-six people who had just been selected followed suit.

The old fortune teller looked at the little boy's thin back, his face expressionless, but he didn't know what he was thinking. By the time he came back to his senses, the little boy had already followed the group for a long time, and he could only see a short line in the distance, but he didn't know which one was the little boy in it. The fortune teller sighed slightly and walked back lonely. After returning to the inn, I refunded the room money, put on the fortune-telling stall, and went south.

Under the sun, his figure looks so vicissitudes