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When I came here, Fang Ting was still nowhere to be seen.

The avatar's face remained as usual, and he followed the crowd and walked towards the peak step by step.

After a while, they walked out of the jungle and came to a magnificent palace.

The middle-aged monk took a step forward and said loudly: "Master, this disciple has been ordered to hold the apprenticeship ceremony and select new disciples. Now the selection has been made. Bring it up the mountain and ask the master to take a look."

"come in……"

The door of the main hall opened by itself, but a familiar voice came from inside.

"Uncle Chen?"

The middle-aged monk quickly entered the hall and found two people standing inside. It was Uncle Chen and the girl Fang Ting who he brought in. He couldn't help but be surprised and said: "Master..."

The monk surnamed Chen said calmly: "Brother, the master of the pavilion happened to have a whim, and he understood the practice and went into seclusion. I will leave the rest of the arrangements to me. Do you have any opinions?"

"Disciples don't dare!"

The middle-aged monk's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly stepped forward and presented a jade slip, "Uncle Chen, the jade slip is full of information about these new disciples."

The monk surnamed Chen said "hmm", took the jade slip, and looked at everyone.

Being stared at by Jin Dan, everyone's expressions were very unnatural, and they were secretly worried.

When they came in, Fang Ting saw the incarnation and greeted him happily.

The incarnation secretly expresses pain, and the eyes and nose look at the heart.

I didn't expect that it would be this person who decided their fate in the end. I just hoped that he would act impartially.

"Lantoumen has just selected a group of disciples. It's not bad that there are so many this time. You have done your duty well," the monk surnamed Chen nodded to the four of them and praised them.

The four of them looked happy.

Then, the monk surnamed Chen turned his gaze and pointed at the young man with three spiritual roots, "You! Come out!"

The young man was startled, his face turned pale, his legs were spinning, and his body was shaking a little.

"Is I so scary?"

The monk surnamed Chen didn't like him and frowned, "No wonder he was judged to have a low-minded nature. According to your words, he was sent to the Zhuding Hall to hone for three years to see the effects!"

After that, the monk surnamed Chen threw a red token to the young man and asked him to take it aside.

Then, the monk surnamed Chen named several people one after another. Some would ask a few questions, while others would not ask any questions and would just throw a token to them.

The questions are also very random. Sometimes they ask about their origins or experiences, and sometimes they ask about their insights into practice, which makes people unprepared.

The tokens have different colors, representing each hall in Yanmiao Pavilion.

These new disciples were ordered over one by one by the monk surnamed Chen, and the incarnation's heart became heavier and heavier.

In the end, there were only two people left, him and the oldest old man.

"This old guy doesn't really want to target himself, does he?"

The avatar secretly muttered that it would be dumbfounding if the hidden plan failed because of this little accident.

"Your name is Zhao Songqiao? Come here."

The monk surnamed Chen pointed out the old man, and only the incarnation was left.

Fang Ting felt something was wrong and kept silent, not daring to say a word. The others were not stupid either. They had already seen some clues and began to watch the show deliberately.

"With your cultivation, it is not easy to develop such a character, but it is not completely hopeless to build a foundation."

The monk surnamed Chen was very kind to Zhao Songqiao, "Let's go to Xueying Hall first. The hall master is my disciple. He will guide you to change to one of his own techniques and try to see if there is a chance."

"Disciple, obey!"

Zhao Songqiao took the snow-white token with excitement on his face.

Finally it was the turn of the incarnation. The monk surnamed Chen pointed at him and was about to speak when the expression on his face suddenly changed and he suddenly raised his head and looked outside the hall.

Others didn't know why, and looked outside, but only saw vast waves.

"Why is this old guy here?"

The monk surnamed Chen frowned with a look of surprise, whispered something, snorted secretly, and then waved his sleeves and robes, shooting out a blue light arrow.

The light arrow shot out of the mountain peak, flew a certain distance and then exploded. A ripple appeared out of thin air, and then two figures slowly emerged.

The two men were wearing black and white Taoist robes with yin and yang patterns painted on them.

One of them is a thin old man, holding a fly whisk, with an immortal air and an extraordinary temperament. The other person is short and sits behind the old man, looking like a Taoist boy.

After the two appeared, their figures paused slightly, and then flew towards the main hall.

"Brother Chen Xian, the old Taoist has come here to make trouble, I hope my fellow Taoist will not be surprised."

The old Taoist priest nodded, looked around, and asked in surprise, "Why don't you see fellow Taoist Qi?"

"If fellow Taoist Huayang is looking for the pavilion master, you may be disappointed. The pavilion master has other matters and is not in the pavilion." The monk surnamed Chen returned the gift with his hand in hand, and his tone was cold, "Fellow Taoist, if you have anything important to do, I'll wait for you, senior brother." When I come back, I will report it on your behalf."

"I heard that your pavilion is holding a ceremony to recruit disciples today. Are these the new disciples? Is there anything more important than continuing the inheritance of the sect? Could it be that Fellow Daoist Qi has sensed the opportunity for a breakthrough and is preparing to have a baby?"

The old Taoist priest seemed unable to hear the hint of expelling guests in the tone of the monk surnamed Chen. He strode over and glanced at the new disciples one by one with a strange look in his eyes.

Everyone felt uncomfortable being stared at, but seeing that even Yanmiao Pavilion Jindan treated this man with courtesy, no one dared to say anything.

The incarnation was secretly surprised.

Although he had never seen this old Taoist priest, he could easily recognize his origin when he saw this strange Taoist robe. This person is actually a monk from Lan Doumen, and he is a member of one of the true traditions of cultivation, "The Secret Technique of Yin-Yang Heavenly Fighting".

Yanmiao Pavilion and Lan Doumen are really closely related.

As soon as I got started, I saw a true disciple of Lan Doumen.

I just don’t know why the monk surnamed Chen is so cold to the old Taoist priest. He has just started the incarnation, so he can’t guess what’s going on.

As everyone knows, Qin Sang's real body is standing on a hill beside the lake at this time, looking at Yanmiao Pavilion shrouded in mist, with a thoughtful look on his face.

He hid in the dark, preparing to leave temporarily after confirming the safety of the incarnation, and traveled around Landoushan for a while to see if he could make some friends and cooperate with the incarnation inside and outside.

Just then, he suddenly felt a wave of fluctuation, and then saw a ray of light flying from a distance, and suddenly disappeared into the mist.

Qin Sang couldn't see the old Taoist priest's true face clearly, but this kind of black and white escaping light was the only one on Landou Island. He suspected that it was probably a true disciple of Landoumen who came in person.

The direction in which the escaping light flew was exactly where Lan Doumen was.

"What are the Lan Doumen disciples doing here at this time? Wait and see, maybe we can find a way to contact him..."

Qin Sang murmured, thought for a moment, and went back to lurking.

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The main hall of Yanmiao Pavilion.

When the monk surnamed Chen heard what the old Taoist said, he suppressed his displeasure and said calmly: "Fellow Taoist Huayang, please don't make fun of the Pavilion Master. The Pavilion Master's cultivation has not yet reached the extreme level, and there is still a long way to go before we can have a baby." .Besides, it’s not that easy to conceive a baby. How effective can it be to realize it once or twice? How can the Nascent Soul Dao Fruit be said to be accomplished?"