Chapter 67 Worship the Royal Spirit
The days of selecting new disciples in several major sects are in the near future.
Four people went on the road at the same time. Dozens of miles out of the Black Emperor City, Zhuo Tian, Tie Zheng, Tie Zhongshu and Tie Rou parted ways.
Tie Zheng looked at Zhuo Tian sitting on a tall wind camel, just like riding on a sheep and walking with a horse.
"Brother, are you too cool?"
"I can't help it. I'm naturally handsome!" Zhuo Tian looked down at Tie Zheng and laughed. The camel more than two feet high has attracted the attention of people along the road, and he is naturally very proud.
"What's the use of being tall or big? Running fast is the best way! ............”
Before the words fell, he stared at Zhuo Tian and lost his shadow, and he couldn't reach how he patted the camel's buttocks.
After a month's journey, the two finally arrived at the foot of the Pluto Mountain where the Royal Spirit Sect was located.
There is still a period of time before the official selection, and many people have gathered in the mountains. Basically, they are practitioners between teens and 30 years old, and there are also older family members who accompany them.
After waiting for more than ten days, it finally officially started.
In front of the mountain gate leading to the Royal Spirit Sect, several people are registering at the table, and there are more than a dozen guards behind them to prevent trouble.
Zhuo Tian and Tie Zheng put away the camel and lined up behind the line.
Zhuo Tian tilted his head to the front to look at the bustle.
"Primary Qi practice level 7, 15 years old, good qualifications, pass the primary election!" The registered person said to a teenager, "Go to the table in the back to register the details!"
"How old are you?" Another registered man is facing a middle-aged man.
"Twenty-eight." This man said honestly.
Looking at the unshaved beard and wrinkles, Zhuo Tianyi grinned and said to himself: Uncle, aren't you a little ridiculous? It is said that 82 is better than this...
"Stretch out your hand!" The registered middle-aged man touched his wrist and said, "Primary practice level 10, 48 years old!"
"Unqualified!"
Yulingzong only recruits disciples under the age of 30. If the root is good, you can bring a nursing child, but you don't want it no matter how old you are.
The man's face changed greatly, and he knelt down and kowtowed like a garlic and said, "The little man has been stuck in the primary level for more than ten years. He has forgotten that his predecessors have completed it, otherwise there is no hope for this life!"
"Drag down!" The registered middle-aged people are impatient.
The young guards behind, each of whom are senior practitioners, came up and grabbed the middle-aged man and threw them out, saying harshly, "Come and make trouble again, kill without mercy!"
Then another man who looked like a middle-aged man walked tremblingly to the registration table.
The registrant asked him with slanted eyes: "Don't shake, what are you shaking!" How old are you?"
"Twenty-eight..."
Zhuo Tian grinned and looked at it. This one looked no younger than the one just now. These people really dared to say anything in order to cultivate their truth.
The registered middle-aged man said angrily, "Stretch out your hand!"
The man stretched out his arm tremblingly. The middle-aged man held him, stared at him, and shouted for a long time, "It's really fucking 28... Practice level 10, barely pass!"
With a bang, the man sat on the ground and trembling all over.
"What do you look like?" The middle-aged man said angrily, "Yu Lingzong does not accept students who have no backbone, and they are not qualified!"
From great joy to great sadness, this man was stunned and quickly said, "The villain is very old and admires the predecessors of the Royal Lingzong very much. He is very nervous because he is afraid that the sect will not accept it, but he just forgot because of excitement. I hope the seniors will give him a chance!"
He took out a box and said, "This is a fire Ganoderma lucidum collected by the little man in the mountains for more than 300 years, and he is willing to dedicate it to the sect to express the boy's admiration..."
The middle-aged man snorted, took the box and put it directly into his storage ring, and said, "Don't do this in the future. Go in and register!"
Zhuo Tian was stunned. The 28-year-old middle-aged and elderly man looked honest, but he was ashamed of his flattery and smoothness. In addition, does this registration dare to accept bribes on the spot?! The world of cultivation is still fucking dark! ... Again, if it were me, I would have accepted it!
He also knows that this gift can't be too much. If the qualification is too poor, who dares to accept it? As for those cards between qualified and unqualified, others can't tell what it is wrong.
It will soon be the turn of Iron and Zhuo Tian.
Iron competition is magnificent, the right age, and it is also an intermediate layer of air practice. Naturally, it is easy to pass.
"You! Age!"
Zhuo Tian was stunned for a moment. He didn't ask just now. He is older than himself. Is he really so fucking old?
"Twenty-three..."
The registered middle-aged man held his wrist and said, "Primary practice level 7 is still reluctant, the body is strong, the roots and bones are too poor, and it is not qualified!"
How mysterious is Zhuo's star-absorbing array? How can he be found by a low level of cultivation?
Zhuo Tian was stunned for a moment. It seemed that he was also between qualified and unqualified, giving bribes? I don't have to worship your sect. If it weren't for no place to settle down, why would I come?
After thinking about it, he took out the flying tiger's sign and handed it to the registered middle-aged man: "The boy's uncle is the elder of this sect. He originally brought me back to join the sect. Please accommodate me!"
The middle-aged man turned over and looked and said, "The eighth-level elder turned out to be a flying tiger. What about him?"
"My uncle fought against the green evil and unfortunately died with the enemy!" Zhuo Tian sighed, there are so many cheap uncles, one after another, endless...
"It turns out that he is dead! Alas, another low-level elder is missing from my family!" The middle-aged man sighed, put away the sign and said, "Next!"
"Senior, have I passed?" Zhuo Tian asked quickly.
The middle-aged man raised his eyes and said, "How can I be selfish?! You are the nephew of a senior elder, and it is difficult to pass if you don't have a bone!"
Fight you! Zhuo Tian is about to scold. He just received the fire Ganoderma lucidum, and now he is pretending to be honest! It's not because the flying tiger is dead. You don't have to sell me!
I wanted to go, looked at the iron dispute over there and resisted it.
Zhuo Tian smiled extremely gently and said, "Senior, although you can't do it in the lower bone, you work extremely hard, otherwise you can't practice to the seventh level of Qi. When my uncle died, a storage ring was given to me..."
The middle-aged man's eyes immediately straightened.
"As long as the boy and the friend in front of him can successfully join the sect, the boy is willing to dedicate this ring and the contents to the sect..." Zhuo Tiandao.
"Has the ring ever been opened?" The middle-aged man is humane.
"How can I open the prohibition of the repairer's storage ring with my cultivation?" Zhuo Tian laughed.
"Good! OK! Qualified! Go in and register!"
Zhuo Tian whispered, "After the boy officially joins the sect, please come to me. It's not convenient here."
The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Okay, go!"
In full view of the public, Zhuo Tian swaggered to the back to register.
When registering the details, Zhuo Tian was too lazy to change his name. Is it Feitian? It's still fucking happy. Some people ask and say that they can't afford to raise someone else's family.
There are about 300 people who passed the primary election, and after registration, they were brought to the interior of the Yuling Sect. Stand in line in the big square in front of a building and wait for the next exam.
The buildings of Yulingzong are all made of white stone, with layers of pavilions and magnificent atmosphere, spreading for dozens of miles, which is simply a city.
Everyone looked around curiously.
Yulingzong's own skills and tactics are still good, but he is best at domesticating monsters, barbarians, spirit beasts and so on. Zhuo Tian looked at the monsters guarding several around him, as well as some strange species, but he couldn't see how many levels they were.
He pulled the iron and argued, "Tiezi, you have seen more monsters. What level do you think those monsters are? Why do I feel as if I have exceeded the 12th level but have not been transformed?"
Iron disputed: "Because darts often encounter monsters, I have read a lot of books that record monsters to study their strengths, weaknesses and grades. But I can't see the level of these monsters. Listen to you, it really seems so.
"Is it because today's recruitment of disciples to let the monsters restore the ontology to shock everyone?" Zhuo Tian said, "It won't be like this. There are basically many junior qi practitioners! It's fucking good!"
"It's possible, it's stinky." Iron scrambled to agree.
"Now it's not a big deal for us to refine the ninth-order monsters of magic weapons. There are so many high-level people in the Royal Spirit Sect!" Zhuo Tian secretly made up his mind that if he joined the Royal Spirit Sect in the future, he would definitely sneak up a few to refine them.
He didn't know that these monsters were all Zhenmen mythical beasts of Yuling Sect, left by the elders thousands of years or even ten thousand years ago. Ordinary elders, if they want to have private monsters, they can only catch them by themselves to cultivate and domesticate the ninth-order flame leopard snake, which is also a very good breed in the sect!