Mixed martial arts: Others practice martial arts while I cultivate immortality

Behind the yard, there is actually a row of side rooms.

Although it is much run down compared to the previous yard, it still has a place to shelter from the wind and rain. When the two came over, they found that there were already more than a dozen people here, and these people were eliminated just like them.

"Someone's here again!"

"When will it be my turn?"

Someone in the crowd heard the footsteps and looked hopeful at first, but after seeing Wu Chong's appearance clearly, he turned into disappointed.

"Old man, have you been waiting here for a long time?"

The young man who was with Wu Chong was quite clever. When he saw this, he quickly went over to find someone to talk to.

"How long? I was assigned here when I was sixteen years old. I am already fifty-six years old this year."

The old man sneered and left without saying a word.

For him, both Wu Chong and the young man were competitors. How could he look down upon his opponent who was competing for the spot in the Penglai Immortal Sect?

Fifty years? !

The young man looked shocked.

"Don't be intimidated by that old man. If you're lucky, you can leave here in three days." Another woman spoke.

"This eldest sister."

"There's no need to get close, we're not familiar with each other."

The woman didn't mean to say anything more and left after a while.

Wu Chong was left standing there.

"Do we still have hope?"

The young man said in despair. He thought of his hometown and his childhood sweetheart who was still waiting for him.

"Isn't it about luck? The manager took advantage of us."

Wu Chong left a message and went to find a place to live by himself.

One day passed.

Sure enough, no one came to see them.

The second day and the third day

The boy would go to the intersection and wait every day. From the initial hope, he gradually became numb.

The benefits of living in this poor place have gradually decreased over time. At the beginning, maybe the elders in charge still remembered them and gave instructions to the people below, so someone gave them food and drinks. But half a month later, the meal delivery disciples became slack.

Gradually the food became worse and worse.

The two of them seemed to have been forgotten.

Wu Chong practices in the yard every day.

From the powerful eagle claw technique to the iron cloth shirt, to chopping firewood, he practiced them all. Of course, the most important thing is to get up on time and sign in three times every morning.

The experience value is still the same as before, growing slowly.

The character profile on the attribute panel has not disappeared, and the reminder that he will die from demon power still exists.

the third floor.

What will happen to the demon power when it reaches the third level?

This is what Wu Chong wants to know.

When Wu Chong and the boy were forgotten in the back mountain, Penglai outer gate.

Among the largest buildings, three immortals sat high on it.

"Elder, this is the most valuable treasure of this Immortal Sect Ceremony." The elder in charge carefully handed over the most valuable gifts among the gifts collected during this period, and also attached a list with No other catalogs of gifts were presented.

The demon skills given by Wu Chong and the Laowangtou pipe handed in when he started were also among them.

"That's it?"

The immortal on the left opened his eyes and looked at the gift below, his expression obviously dissatisfied.

The elder in charge lowered his head in fear, not daring to say a word for himself.

Because these three people are in charge of the outer sect of Penglai Immortal Sect, they basically have the final say whether the outer sect disciples should stay or not. Including the several elders who were responsible for the assessment before, all of them are considered their disciples.

Penglai Immortal Sect has extremely strict rules.

"Let's take a look first and keep those who are sincere."

The immortal in the middle also woke up from his meditation. He picked up a gift, looked at it casually, and threw it aside.

The treasures that people outside are fighting for are being thrown away like garbage here.

Because between the three of them, one sentence can determine the fate of everyone involved in the 'Immortal Gate Hall'. Think about how much the three of them have paid to sit in this position. Now that I have finally come up, how can I not get my money back?

This can be regarded as the rule of Penglai Immortal Sect.

"This person should be thrown into Tingxiangyuan."

"yes."

"This junkyard."

"The rest of these are all driven down the mountain. Sending some garbage is like entering my Penglai Immortal Sect." The immortal in the middle looked through the gifts a few times and picked out all the things he was dissatisfied with.

"It's just so whimsical."

A few words can decide the fate of a group of people.

This is the true attitude of the Immortal Chief in Penglai Immortal Island. He is aloof and treats all living beings like ants.

One word determines life and death.

"After struggling for so long, we have recruited seven disciples."

The immortal on the left spoke.

"The above gave us twenty places."

"Then let's add a few more and let these people double their gifts. If they can do it, let them join Penglai." The middle immortal should have the most power. He selected some lists from there and threw them to the responsible steward below. Elder.

"yes."

The elder in charge hurriedly responded.

"What about these people? They all came with tokens."

Finished dealing with the group of people giving gifts.

The immortal on the right waved his hand and took over the plate containing the old Wangtou pipe. There were a total of six objects on it.

These were given to the younger generations by people like Lao Wangtou. Originally, Lao Wangtou's pipe was supposed to be given to his apprentice Xu Zhou. Unexpectedly, Xu Zhou, a stupid boy, died in a head-on confrontation with pollutants. Lao Wangtou, who had no successor, simply gave the token to Wu Chong, which was considered as an explanation to his apprentice.

"Six? That's a lot."

There are only twenty places in total, and seven have been selected just now.

Later, most of them were sold, and there were only three left at most. How do you make a favor with three quotas and six quotas?

"Take three."

The chief immortal in the middle made the final decision.

Favors can be repaid slowly, but money must not be earned slowly.

I lost my money just to repay a favor, how could this be possible?

"Then just pick three, the other three."

"Let them wait in the back mountain and then take them in during the next ceremony."

These three old guys are really greedy.

I had received the benefits but was unwilling to spit them out, so I came up with a compromise. But I don’t want others to have to wait. The Penglai Immortal Sect does not accept disciples every year. Sometimes, the intervals are long and are calculated in units of ten years.

"Very good."

"Then let's settle it. I guess they won't have any objections. After all, it's not that we won't do it, it's just that it's a little late."

After reaching unity, the three of them each took out a token from the plate.

A letter, a dagger and a chess piece.

The remaining three tokens were put back by them, including Lao Wangtou's pipe.

Seeing this, the disciple in charge below quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"The boy who sent the steamed buns actually came with a token. Fortunately, he was not chosen by the immortal this time, otherwise he would have been in big trouble."

Penglai Immortal Gate.

If it is really big, once it reaches its limit, the roots will be rotten.

From top to bottom, there are no good people.