Chapter 9 Foreign Disciples
I only heard a crisp sound of "clicking~~". Everyone's eyes saw Zhang Chong's hand and bent over at a strange angle, but there was no crack on the blue stone. Obviously, it was not the bluestone that cracked, but that Zhang Chong's hand was broken.
Zhang Chongli was sweating with pain. Looking at the bluestone in front of him, which was shaking but did not crack, he crossed his heart, his left hand into a palm, and split it down again.
"Ah~~" A huge scream, accompanied by the sound of "clicking" again, announced that Zhang Chong's two hands were completely scrapped. On the bluestone, only a very fine crack appeared.
The person in charge of the selection next to "illegal~~" shouted, signaling that Zhang Chong failed, and also signaling the next player to come forward.
"Where is the violation? Isn't it cracked?" Zhang Chong heard the result, regardless of the sweat on his forehead, but rushed forward to make a theory.
The man looked at Zhang Chong's embarrassed appearance and said disdainfully,
"You used it twice, which is naturally illegal. Moreover, can your crack be regarded as a crack?" Speaking of this, he also reached out and patted Zhang's heavy arm, which made his nose and tears flow out.
"Hannico," at this time, Tuba said on it. He asked Hannik,
"How many special places are there this year?"
The man who told Zhang Chong, whose original name was Hannico, listened to Tubal's question and replied respectfully,
"Your Excellency, there are three special places this year, but adults don't want to use one for this person."
"When, it's your turn to take care of my affairs." Tubal listened to Hannico's words and stared. Although he spoke lightly, it made Haniko shiver and quickly said,
"The little doesn't dare, the little doesn't dare~~~"
At this time, Tu pulled out, he looked at Zhang Chong and said,
"You are not strong, but you are fierce enough. I'll give you a place. You have to fight for it. Don't brush it down after three months."
When Zhang Chong heard that the adult named Tuba let him pass, he grinned and said repeatedly,
"The little one must give Mr. Tuba a long face and will never live up to the high expectations of adults."
In the evening, the selection was completely over. This time, Tuntianmen summoned a total of 5,000 foreign disciples, and Zhang Chong finally got among these 5,000 people.
Today is a selection, and three days later, it is the time to officially get started. At this time, Zhang Chong understood the meaning of the three months mentioned earlier.
It turns out that in order to maintain the overall strong strength, Tuntianmen will conduct an assessment of the doorman every three months. Among them, 10% of the weakest 20% should be eliminated. In this way, the probability of Zhang Chong being eliminated is very high.
After listening to the news, Zhang Chongzhi was like a thunderbolt. He used to be a disciple and managed his food for life. It turned out to be just a beautiful mirage, which was impossible at all.
With a broken heart and body, Zhang Chong returned to his thatched hut.
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. Zhang Chong's hands are so painful that he can't sleep at all. You know, although his body has a fine tradition of self-healing without medicine, he has to wait until he falls asleep.
And his hands were broken, which made him not even have the ability to knock himself unconscious. When the pain hit him like a tide, he was so sad that he wanted to hit his head against the wall to stun himself. But in the thatched house, there is no place where you can feel dizzy.
There are trees outside the door, but Zhang Chong dares not do the kind of stupid thing to run out and hit the tree. Among other things, just lying outside all night is equivalent to feeding the beasts in the woods.
So, Zhang Chong lay on **, tossing and turning, snot, tears, saliva and sweat kept flowing down, and even soaked his whole body.
At this time, the Sleeping Heart Sutra in his arms was soaked in his sweat, and a strange change happened. Suddenly, it flew directly into Zhang Chong's body and lay quietly in a corner of his Dantian, shining a faint golden light.
At that moment, Zhang Chong was finally exhausted and fell asleep.
He returned to the dream he was familiar with before. The gorgeous face of the fairy in white gave his heart a warm feeling again.
But the loneliness and tears that followed made his heart seem to be broken.
This sad feeling is what Zhang Chong dislikes the most. But after he was injured, he always had to go through this.
Just when he felt that the dream was coming to an end, the scene suddenly changed greatly. He seemed to be in a black room and returned to the darkness.
This scene scolded in his heart at the time,
"Is it just a healing? Why is it not enough? Is there a sequel?
However, although this is his dream, it seems to be completely out of his control, but he interprets it himself. After a while, a faint light began to flash, and a few big golden words flashed in front of his eyes.
In front of him are four big golden characters, which are not difficult. With his knowledge, he can also recognize them all. Those are two words, which are written separately: "Alchemy, alchemy~~". The two words are separated at a certain distance, suspended in mid-air, as if quietly waiting for his choice.
"Oh," looking at this, Zhang Chong was interested. He didn't know much about alchemy. After a glance, he also lacked interest, but after reading alchemy, his interest increased greatly.
Alchemy, isn't it refining elixir? Zhang Chong thought of the store selling pills on the cold fog town, called [Renxinzhai]. That company's business was surprisingly good.
Once, Zhang Chong really didn't want to have that strange dream anymore, but after he ran to [Renxinzhai] and asked, he ran out in frustration. An ordinary elixir for the treatment of broken hands and feet, he had to take a second-grade crystal, and if it was a serious injury, it would not to mention it.
And the word "alchemy" in front of him brightens Zhang Chong's eyes. Could it be that he can learn this alchemy in his sleep?
"Wow, Gu Dong~" Thinking of this, Zhang Chong couldn't help swallowing a huge mouthful of saliva. If he really learned this skill, he would not only be injured and not ask for help, but also earn another money. At this time, a scene of crystal dancing suddenly appeared in front of him.
At present, he did not hesitate to think about the word "alchemy".
At this moment, he actually saw his hand and clicked on the word "alchemy".
Strange, isn't it in a dream?
Zhang Chong's head lowered. At this moment, he saw his body, which was completely the same as the real world. This is the first time he has experienced a real feeling in a dream. He is in this black room as if he were in his thatched hut.
"This is too realistic." After Zhang Chong muttered this, he also heard his own words. This also surprised him.
However, soon, his attention was focused on the scene in front of him.
After he clicked it, the four words immediately disappeared, but at the same time, another line of words flashed. The content of the words was like this:
"You haven't reached the third level of alchemy yet, and you have no right to enter the alchemy stage."
"Are there any restrictions?" After Zhang Chong cursed in his heart, the previous four words changed in front of him.
Since he did not have the right to enter the alchemy team, he had to click the word refining charm. After that, a pile of paper and pen and ink immediately appeared in front of him. These paper and pens were the same as what he saw during the day, that is, he deliberately bought ten pieces of crystal in order to copy the formula given to him in Wang Daozhong.
"Cut, dreaming is also so uncreative, and I don't want some good paper." Zhang Chong thought to himself that he saw a lot of good paper in [Qingfengzhai] where he sold paper and pens, but he was short of money, so he could only buy the cheapest one.
This is a kind of helplessness, but even dreams can only dream of the worst, which is misfortune.
At this time, there was a pleasant sound in Zhang Chong's ear.