A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

The bus passed through the mist and rainbow on the waterfall, passed through patches of jungle, and finally landed smoothly in the square.

In the middle of the square,

A ninety-nine-meter-high mountain rock stands tall. The words "Qingfeng University" on it are majestic and majestic, with an invisible aura that makes people breathe a little slower.

In the soul, there was a blur, and I vaguely saw a man with an aura as powerful as the stars, vomiting blood, standing in front of the rocks, and wrote these words with difficulty.

The sadness of the hero's old age came over him.

"These words were written by the seventh generation ruler of the Immortal Sect, 'Wu', in his old age."

Jin Lingfeng introduced.

"At that time, the Immortal Sect had cut off the passage to the Blue Ying Star plane, used forbidden nuclear weapons to trap and kill the ancestors of the Blood Cloud Sect's god-forming ancestors, and barely stood firm in the worlds. It was at a time when the storm was in turmoil."

"'Wu' has less than ten years left to live at this time, but he refuses to rest and spends all his time on establishing universities, researching nuclear weapons and other matters that are crucial to the life and death of the Immortal Sect."

"Until the very end."

"Countless sages have done this, and that's why we have the Immortal Sect today."

Jiang Ding's heart was filled with ups and downs. He wished he could dream back to the time when the Immortal Sect was struggling to survive, and kill all the enemies with his sword, so that these sages with unparalleled talents could survive and live forever to this day.

In the square, freshmen were coming and going, accompanied by family members from time to time, with large and small bags.

There are also tourists who come to visit on the open day for new students. There are people everywhere and it is noisy and lively.

The atmosphere of the Xian family that I finally felt was suddenly much lessened.

"Dad, Mom, I told you, I go to school by myself..."

An awkward voice complained, pushing past an old man who looked like an old farmer, and a beautiful middle-aged woman in a palace dress, rushing towards here.

It was the little fat man Ou Daocheng.

When he saw everyone looking at him, he immediately blushed and hid in the crowd.

Keng!

There was a slight groan, and the azure flying sword was frantically warning.

Jiang Ding's body was a little shaken and he looked at the clumsy old farmer behind Ou Daocheng.

Nascent Soul monk!

This is not important, what is important is that he has an aura similar to that of a monk from outside the world!

It is the kind of temperament and eyes that can be seen at a glance, treating mortals and low-level monks as ants, which is completely different from the high-level monks of the Immortal Sect.

"Dainichi Jianzi?"

The ancient and clumsy old farmer was surprised, nodded slightly, and left with the beautiful middle-aged woman beside him.

Jiang Ding remained motionless.

"Naturalized monk."

An Siyan finally found him and said softly: "Nascent Soul monks have certain strategic value, especially Yuanying monks who come from a small world and have an innocent family. The Immortal Sect welcomes them and will give them a lower salary." The treatment of Nascent Soul from the Immortal Sect of the same level is the same in terms of resources and opportunities to become gods."

"Their second generation, as long as they have lived in Xianmen since childhood and received Xianmen citizen education for at least eighteen uninterrupted years, they will be regarded as Xianmen citizens and have full citizenship rights."

"...Thank you..."

Jiang Ding wiped his forehead.

There is no doubt that if he were outside the realm and met such a big shot, he would die completely with just one thought.

"It's kind of funny."

An Siyan laughed out loud.

"This is the first time I've seen you like this. I thought that the genius of swordsmanship is fearless. He lives by the sword and dies by the sword. He rejoices when he sees the enemy."

"Stereotype."

Jiang Ding let out a breath and followed Jin Lingfeng forward.

Tall teaching buildings appeared one after another, and students from the general department began to flow towards these places, while students from the monastic department continued to move forward.

Few people,

There were Jin Lingfeng, Jiang Ding, An Siyan, Ou Daocheng, and several other unknown boys and girls.

The monastic department of Qingfeng University only recruits 108 people a year, divided into three classes.

The speed suddenly increased and he traveled dozens of kilometers.

"This is our dormitory."

Jin Lingfeng pointed to the vast mountains in front of him and said: "Everyone has a mountain peak with a first-class spiritual vein, experimental spiritual fields, and rivers."

"The coursework is divided into compulsory and elective courses."

"If you are interested in taking the spiritual cultivation elective, you can choose a mountain with more spiritual fields. It is similar to farming. Those who draw talismans can grow some basic materials, and those who refine weapons can choose a mountain with a crater."

"In terms of majors, they are roughly divided into three areas of focus: scientific research, logistics, and combat. But remember, everyone must learn military formations and combat skills, and go to the battlefield when necessary. However, the recruitment sequence for scientific research and logistics majors will be later. .”

"You can choose your dormitory now, or you can wait a few days to choose your dormitory."

"Everyone can consider choosing one near my Golden Bell House."

Jin Lingfeng handed everyone a card with a flash of light on it, their name and student number, and a photo sticker.

"This is an access card and an identity card that can be used anywhere in the school."

Jiang Ding took the ID card and entered his energy.

As the inspiration flashed, an image unfolded in front of my eyes. Mountains and rivers were undulating, most of them were gray. Many places were filled with the words "such and such, grade, class, so and so", and only a small area could be selected.

A spot in the center of this area has been occupied by someone. On it are the large characters "Golden Bell House" and a smaller line that says "Golden Bell Wind, Class 1, First Grade".

"Wow! Wind Chime, you're here!"

A few girls gathered together and quickly selected all the peaks around the Golden Bell House that had slightly better spiritual energy.

Jiang Ding chose a crescent hill that was close to the edge and relatively clean.

"There will be a class meeting at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Please see the notice on the access card for the specific location."

Jin Lingfeng said hello, seven feathers lifted her body, the wind blew up, and she flew away to continue to earn one of her credits.

"Would you like to go have a drink to celebrate the start of school?"

Ou Daocheng and several boys gathered around Jiang Ding and asked.

"Forget it, I don't drink."

Some people immediately refused and left on their own, showing that they were not very good at socializing.

"Sorry, I'm a little tired."

Jiang Ding was similar and said apologetically.

Following the directions of the access card, after twists and turns, it took more than ten minutes to finally reach a mountain with a raised cliff, facing the sea of ​​clouds. It was very pleasant to see it.

"Ding!"

"The test passed, welcome to your arrival, new classmates, do you need to name your dormitory?"

After looking through it, there is a new student's manual in the access card, which introduces that this is the artificial intelligence housekeeper of the dormitory, and it will automatically restore the factory settings every time there is a change.

"Call it Banyan Tree House."

Jiang Ding felt a little homesick, so he walked slowly, the formations spreading out layer by layer along the way, and he came to the edge of the cliff.

There is no cave or anything like that.

The previous owner here seemed to be an ascetic monk. He didn't even build a pavilion and wasn't afraid of getting people wet in the rain.

call out!

The Taiqing Flying Sword flew out from the cuffs and landed on the rocks. Its roots penetrated deeply into the rocks and quickly extended to more than three meters high. The shade of the tree was seven or eight meters wide.

The sky in a radius of several hundred meters became dark, and the essence of the sun and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth were swallowed up, becoming nutrients for the growth of the blue-gold tree.

Under the tree, Jiang Ding sat cross-legged.