Comprehension second product Zhao Xiaomeng

In short, he had no losses, so Bu Jia didn't think much about it.

Qian Yan secretly followed the man.

The man flew more than twenty miles and met a monk wearing a green shirt.

"This man must be a casual cultivator. He has just climbed to the fifty-fifth floor!" He took out a jade slip and handed it to the monk in green shirt.

Qian Yan guessed that the jade slip should look like Bu Jia.

"Fifty-fifth floor, good qualifications, these spirit stones are for you!" After checking the jade slips, the green-shirted monk handed the man a storage bag. The man left after checking with satisfaction.

The green-robed monk continued to wait.

Within half a day, four people came to sell the news.

Among them, the one with the best qualifications is Bu Jia.

After collecting information about a dozen people, the green-shirted monk left to the southwest.

We arrived at Moli City before dark.

Moli City is the area protected by the Beast Taming Sect.

But the local emperor in the city is the Lin family.

The Lin family is a first-class family that deals in animal eggs. Back in the Demon Realm, Lin Zhaoying whom Taoist Master Yuxia visited was the Lin family.

There were fusion monks in the Lin family, but Qian Yan didn't get too close to the green-robed monk.

The green-robed monk finally entered the Lin family.

Qian Yan did not continue to investigate, he already had an inference in his mind.

The five major sects have relaxed the conditions for accepting disciples, which is good news for the monks, but it is not good news for the big families who also need fresh blood.

Large aristocratic families mainly rely on the power of the clan and the outstanding disciples of the family! However, not every generation of family disciples is good enough, or there are enough outstanding disciples. If there are no particularly outstanding disciples of a certain generation, the family will

It is likely to fail!

Therefore, the aristocratic family cannot rely entirely on the family's children. They will also absorb monks with other surnames into the family from time to time to enhance the overall strength of the family.

There are many monks with spiritual roots in the world of cultivation, but the number of those with outstanding qualifications is limited. The more monks who choose to enter the sect, the smaller the range of choices for aristocratic families!

I am afraid that this is the reason why I would use such methods.

Encourage casual cultivators to climb Wenxin Cliff in advance and write down those with better qualifications.

After they fail the second time and are rejected by the sect, the aristocratic family can extend an olive branch. Most of these casual cultivators who have not been able to enter the sect do not have good training resources. After weighing the pros and cons, there is a high probability that they will join the big aristocratic family.

There's some damage, but it's not too sinister.

I don’t want to take care of money.

If this Bo Jia wasn't very talented in refining weapons, she wouldn't even want to have it.

So stupid, you fall for it as soon as someone tries to trick you!

However, thinking that he was finally lured to Wenxin Cliff by a piece of spiritual stone, and his money-grubbing temperament was somewhat similar to Mengze's, he finally relented.

Let’s see if he can pass the sect level on his second climb.

Soon, all the Nascent Soul monks from the five major sects arrived.

This time, there are no monks with single spiritual roots.

Everyone climbed up the steps of Wenxin Cliff in an orderly manner.

Qian Yan looked at Bu Jia's expression coldly.

I saw him stepping onto the first step of Wenxin Cliff with confidence.

His expression changed rapidly.

Surprised, angry, annoyed

The mixture of various expressions made Qian Yan feel inexplicably comfortable.

Fortunately, fortunately, I know that I have been deceived, and I am not stupid and unaware of it.

In the end, he calmed down and continued climbing.

It's just much slower.

Lin Miao was even more disciplined, walking among the crowd and climbing up steadily step by step.

Qian Yan discovered that at some point, the monk in green shirt also appeared in the crowd.

She sent out a ray of consciousness to lock onto him.

When Bu Jia reached the twentieth floor, it was obviously difficult, but he did not give up.

At this time, Lin Miao, who was walking slowly behind, passed Bu Jia.

Bu Jia was behind the crowd, gritting his teeth and slowly looking up twenty-one, twenty-two

When he stood on the twenty-eighth floor, he staggered and almost fell.

Qian Yan's heart tightened.

Fortunately, Bu Jia stopped.

At this time, Lin Miao had already climbed to the fortieth floor of Wenxin Cliff.

Qian Yan looked at her with a smile in his eyes. She was indeed an excellent child. Although her qualifications were not as good as those of Si Xian and Luo Xiang, her character was much better than those of them.

Bu Jia calmed down for a while and continued walking up one level.

Twenty-nine floors!

Bu Jia calmed down for a while. Now he could hardly stand, and he felt that the pressure he felt was even greater than the pressure he felt on the fifty-fifth floor when he climbed for the first time!

My legs were trembling, as if I was about to fall to my knees in the next moment!

But he can't fall here! There is only one level of stairs. As long as he climbs this level and takes another step, he can worship in the Qingyun Gate and worship the Master! The Master's fingerprints are on him.

You can learn all you can!

Otherwise, Master will erase his memory and become a mediocre vendor again!

It would be fine if he had never come into contact with that exquisite handprint. However, Bu Jia used that handprint and could now refine magic weapons. How could he be willing to give up everything and go back to the past!

No! Not even to death!

Just when Bu Jia was about to climb up to the thirtieth step, which symbolizes the threshold of the sect, a monk next to him who had been standing on the twenty-ninth floor for a long time swayed, as if he did not stand due to pressure.

Steady, just hit him!

Later, the man and Bujia fell together and were sent down the cliff.

When Bu Jia appeared at the bottom of the cliff, his expression was confused and he seemed to have no reaction.

The monk kept apologizing to Bu Jia, but Bu Jia still didn't respond, as if he had lost his soul. When the man saw something bad, he quickly left with oil on his soles.

Qian Yan's consciousness was locked on that person, and his expression was extremely ugly.

She noticed the smile on the corner of the monk's mouth, and there was something else she didn't understand!

At this time, the monk in green shirt walked towards Bu Jia.

Qian Yan sent a message to the ashen-faced Bu Jia: "Stupid disciple, your master, I'm not dead yet. Who can show me this dead look!"

Bu Jia was stunned.

Qian Yan continued: "Don't move! Don't move your expression! Although I know that you were framed this time, it is a fact that you have not climbed to the 30th floor of Wenxin Cliff. You still cannot directly worship the Qingyun Sect! When you become the fourth level

Master, I have a way for you to join the Qingyun Sect."

Now Bu Jia seems to be walking around on the line of life and death.

Not being able to follow the master and learn to make weapons is tantamount to killing him.

Just when he thought he was dead, the master's voice echoed in his consciousness like the sound of nature, giving him new life.

His purpose in joining the Qingyun Sect was to learn weapon refining from Zhao Xiaomeng. Now that he still has the opportunity to follow the master, there is no way he wouldn't want to!

After death, I came back to life again. Even if I was covered in cold sweat, I felt very comfortable.

"The monk in blue shirt walking towards you now is the culprit who framed you, you don't have to be polite to him!"

Bu Jia's spiritual consciousness replied: "Master, my disciple understands!"

"This fellow Taoist, I saw the whole scene just now. It's such a pity that you only missed entering the sect!"

The pale-faced Bu Jiaxun looked around, thinking that this person was the one who plotted against him to almost die. If the master hadn't cared about him and came to see him, he really wouldn't have survived!

Thinking like this, a cold and sinister look appeared in his eyes.