The first family of Black Wind Mountain or something, Fang Ling didn't take it to heart. He looked at the young man's appearance and finally smiled and said, "You should make it." ”

While the two of them were talking, they came to a huge square, which seemed to be supposed to be a mountain peak, but at this time, it was directly razed to a flat bottom with huge mana.

"This is the primary selection platform, I heard my grandfather say that there was no such place in the Zhenhuan Palace back then, and it was a primordial ancestor who found that there was no place to stand for the selected disciples, so he used the flying sword to directly flatten the mountain peak. ”

Liu Yuanhao's eyes looked at the platform, and his words were full of sincere reverence for that ancestor.

Fang Ling was silent, he just glanced at this high platform lightly, and then continued to walk forward.

"Brother Fang, why don't you wait at the primary selection table?" Liu Yuanhao asked with a hint of doubt when he saw that Fang Ling was leaving.

Fang Ling didn't look back, just said lightly: "I'm going to go up that mountain to see someone." ”

What he pointed to was the main peak of the Zhenhuan Palace, and it was also the place he was going to go this time.

Two disciples of Zhenhuan Palace, who were wearing white robes, were counting the number of people on the platform, and when they looked at Fang Ling who was strolling over, their faces suddenly showed impatience.

Accommodating young disciples is not a good job in the first place, and the two of them are already unhappy when they are assigned to this errand.

What's more, these young teenagers, in their eyes, are just some ants to be selected, and if they make them uncomfortable, they can punish them at will.

"You, find me a place to slap myself ten times, otherwise you will be disqualified from entering the Zhenhuan Palace!" It was a monk who looked to be in his twenties in the middle of the foundation building period, dressed in the service of the Zhenhuan Palace.

Fang Ling still strode forward. For the foundation building monk's fingers, he didn't pay any attention to it.

As a matter of fact. Don't talk about this matter, even in this world, there are few people's words that can make him take it to heart.

In front of so many young people who were about to join the Zhenhuan Palace, he touched a soft nail, which made the face of the monk who spoke suddenly change. He has been a grandson in Zhenhuan Palace for so many years, and now he has finally become the person who controls the life and death of these young people.

How can you want to become the laughing stock of others if you don't have a prestige.

So he didn't even think about it, and rushed directly towards Fang Ling. I saw him wave his palm and scolded angrily: "Grandpa told you to stop, didn't you hear it!"

This slap came quickly, and for those teenagers who wanted to join the Zhenhuan Palace, they couldn't dodge it at all.

It's a pity that he really picked the wrong person this time, and before his fingers could hit Fang Ling, Fang Ling's foot had already kicked on him.

Although Fang Ling's subordinates were merciful, this disciple of the Zhenhuan Palace. It still flew out like a rag bag.

"You...... Today, I will not only disqualify you from entering the Zhenhuan Palace, but also put you little cub in an ice prison, so that you will have enough of the suffering of 30 days of ice spirit!"

As an outer disciple of Zhenhuan Palace, he was beaten by a disciple who had not yet started.

Although the disciples of this Zhenhuan Palace felt that this was mainly their own carelessness. But in front of so many people, he still felt that he had lost face.

In the midst of the rage, he soared into the air. The magic trick in his hand was pinched, and a huge axe was made. Slashed towards Fang Ling.

This magic weapon in the shape of an axe turned into the size of half a zhang in the void. The cold light flashed, making the teenagers who were about to enter the Zhenhuan Palace look cold.

Although Liu Yuanhao and the others have also practiced since childhood, none of them have reached the foundation building period, so they naturally cannot use magic weapons.

However, they have a clear understanding of the power of the magic weapon. They know better that with their current cultivation, if they are against the Dharma weapon.

That's a dead end.

Although Liu Yuanhao knew that this person was not the time to speak by himself, he still couldn't help but exclaimed: "Brother Fang, be careful. ”

Just as he was speaking, on the high platform a hundred zhang away, three Jindan real people stood there proudly, this was a woman and two men, among them, the woman had the cultivation of the middle stage of the Yuan Infant, and she was also the strongest among the three.

When the woman saw that disciple using a magic weapon, she snorted coldly: "Use a magic weapon against a Qi cultivation disciple, a good apprentice taught by Senior Brother Li!"

As soon as she said this, the two men standing beside her looked at each other, but they didn't say a word.

Although they had a good relationship with this Senior Sister Jiang, they didn't want to offend that Senior Brother Li.

The woman also understood the thoughts of the two of them, and snorted coldly: "Although that young man does not respect the elder and needs to be taught a lesson, I can't take his life. ”

As he spoke, he patted his small Qiankun bag, and a long white silk rolled towards the axe.

The speed of this long silk was not fast, but the two men standing beside him admired the woman a little more, they had already seen that when the axe was about to hurt Fang Ling's life, this long silk would roll up to the axe.

Not only did they teach the arrogant boy in their eyes a lesson, but they were also able to save his life, and this qiē was all thanks to his own control of the magic weapon.

Fang Ling had already noticed that Chang Aya, who might have come first, so he didn't make any moves when the axe was about to fall on his head.

Instead, move on.

The deacon disciple who was kicked out by Fang Ling showed a look of horror on his face after his axe was encircled by Chang Aya.

He knew who this Changya was, and a trace of fear rose in his heart for a while. After all, that Uncle Ni was originally at odds with his master, and this time it fell into the hands of that Uncle Ni, and he was afraid that he would be more than lucky.

Just when he was afraid, Fang Ling had already passed him and continued to step forward, in Fang Ling's eyes, he was really nothing.

Fang Ling's eyes looked at the mountains in the distance, but what he thought about was the situation when he saw Hua Shuying.

What should it look like when you see Hua Shuying, are the two of them endlessly happy, or should they be relatively speechless?

"You junior, you dare to mess around in the process of recruiting disciples in Zhenhuan Palace, no matter who you are the junior, I am in charge today, you can't become a disciple of Zhenhuan Palace, now, get me down the mountain!"

The woman surnamed Ni also didn't have a good impression of Fang Ling, who continued to step forward, she had already put Fang Ling in the position of the junior of a certain Jindan senior brother in her heart, but it didn't matter.

As long as she spoke, I believe that even if the senior brother is not happy in his heart, he will not dare to do anything to him.

What's more, she Ni Ying'er is not a person who is afraid of things, as long as she stands on reason, she doesn't have to worry about anything else.

Fang Ling frowned, he waved his hand towards Ni Ying'er, who was blocking in front of him, and said, "You go and report it, and say that I want to see Hua Shuying." ”

Who Hua Shuying is, Ni Yinger really doesn't know, after all, from Hua Shuying to Zhenhuan Palace, she has only one title, that is, Divine Concubine.

But Fang Ling was very arrogant, as if he was commanding a servant, but it made this Ni Ying'er angry.

It is really bold for a little junior to dare to talk to himself like this.

Ni Ying'er, who was angry in her heart, snorted coldly and said: "I don't know what to advance or retreat, today the real person will let you beat you with a hundred python whips, so that you know the rules of my Zhenhuan Palace." ”

Liu Yuanhao's heart was pounding, and at this time, he was worried about Fang Ling.

It's okay to have a conflict with a Zhuji disciple who is responsible for the selection, this big brother even offended a Jindan real person.

They are responsible for this kind of selection, and the person in charge of this selection is Jindan Zhenren, and now this Jindan Zhenren wants to beat Brother Fang with a hundred python whips, how can this be good?

Although the Liu family of Black Wind Mountain is not a big cultivation family, he still knows the power of a hundred python whips.

That is a punishment that can beat a foundation building monk half to death, can this Brother Fang support it?

Just when Liu Yuanhao was worried, there was already a foundation building monk who came with Ni Ying'er and sacrificed the golden Jiaosuo that took people.

Two golden rays of light, as fast as lightning, flew towards Fang Ling.

Ni Ying'er looked at the flying golden Jiaosuo, and a smile appeared on her face. Xin said that his disciples were still sensible, and it would be too embarrassing to take down this kid himself.

But what happened next made her stunned, and she saw that when the two golden Jiao asked to get close to Fang Ling, they fell directly to the ground.

Looking at the golden Jiaosuo that was flashing with golden light underground, and then at Fang Ling, who was still calmly striding forward, Ni Ying'er knew at this moment that what she was thinking was a little simpler.

At this time, she began to observe Fang Ling carefully.

Under her probing gaze, the young man in Tsing Yi didn't seem to be anything special, no different from those ordinary Qi cultivators.

But when she enveloped Fang Ling with her heart, she felt that in front of her, it was like a huge pool, although it was calm and waveless, but she couldn't calculate the depth of this pool.

What kind of person is this!

Although she was a little hesitant in her heart, her arrogance as a real person of Jindan in Zhenhuan Palace made her make the last choice she should have made in her life.

As her magic technique pinched, her long white silk rolled directly towards Fang Ling. This long silk is made by her collection of thousands of years of ice silk, which is the most suitable for grabbing opponents.

However, the Heavenly Chang Aya fell to the ground the moment she flew close to Fang Ling.

And Ni Ying'er felt her heart tremble, as if something had penetrated directly into her heart.

This time, it made her heart frightened, in addition to the discomfort of mental damage, there was also the judgment of the identity of the person in front of her.

This is not a disciple who has entered the mountain gate at all, this ...... This is a monk whose cultivation is far beyond his own, could it be that this person is a patriarch?

Thinking of Yuanying Ancestor, a trace of fear rose in Ni Ying'er's heart, but immediately, this fear was replaced by the chagrin of losing face.

What about the Yuanying Ancestor, Zhenhuan Palace is not without Yuanying Ancestor, Zhenhuan Palace's Taishang has reached the legendary half-step power realm, Zhenhuan Palace is the in-law of Shaking Tianmen, whoever dares to provoke is death!

"Invasion of strong enemies, ring the green jade bell!" (To be continued......)