Mortals start by seizing the soul of Shequ

Seven days passed by like water.

As the apprenticeship ceremony approaches day by day, some monks finally come in to the inn.

Those who chose this place seemed to have taken a fancy to the tranquility here.

As soon as they entered the room, they stayed shut, refining their magic power to ensure they were at their peak on the day of the ceremony, and had no intention of communicating with each other.

After all, everyone is competing with each other before the final result comes out.

Xie Duanyang had just broken through and did not practice hard. He only spent half a day practicing Qi every day. The rest of the time, he took Xie Zhongying around in the city.

In a few days, I basically got to know the situation here clearly and kept it in my mind.

Soon, the day of the assessment came.

Leaving Xie Zhongying at the inn, Xie Duanyang mingled with the crowd and walked leisurely towards Mingyi Mountain under Jinghu Lake.

As soon as he left the gate of Fangshi, he touched the copper ring on his wrist and quietly released the earth-walking armored corpse inside.

Since the remaining mana in the corpse has been digested, the progress of the armored corpse has slowed down.

Although he drank the essence and blood of many martial arts masters, he was still overtaken by Xie Duanyang step by step.

Even so, the eighth level of Qi training can be regarded as a big help, especially the earth movement technique has always been known for its powerful magic power and endurance in long-term battles, and its momentum is not weak.

Although there are many people, they are still cultivators. They have basic rules and manners, and they have foundation-building disciples from the Divine Weapon Sect leading the way.

On the contrary, the team was much quieter, but many people did not forget to look up and take a look at the surrounding scenery while rushing.

Because of the apprenticeship ceremony, the Shenbing Sect opened most of the mountain gate, revealing the pavilions and pavilions built in the mountains one by one.

It is much more majestic than the secular imperial city.

For many of them, it may be the first or even last time in their lives to enter such a large spiritual sect, with their eyes filled with longing and longing.

Before they had seen enough, they saw the foundation-building monk who was leading the way paused in front of a square covering hundreds of acres.

The square is dark and is not paved with bluestone or white marble.

They looked ordinary, but Xie Duanyang knew that these were dock stones specially transported by masters from the Shenbing Sect from the far west.

Although it is not a spiritual material, it is the most resistant to high temperatures and is not afraid of being burned by the earth's fire.

This arrangement is for the above arrangement.

On the square, there are furnace wells placed every two feet apart.

It is neat and uniform, just like a chessboard, but much larger, with a hundred vertical and horizontal ones, totaling exactly tens of thousands.

In the middle, a statue of an old man dozens of feet tall stands proudly, with his head raised to the sky.

The old man's beard is flamboyant, like a burning flame. Although it is just a stone statue, it is lifelike and has an overwhelming aura.

You don’t need to ask, you also know that this is Master Rongjin, the founding master of the Divine Weapon Sect.

The handwriting here is countless times greater than the formations in Jinghufang City.

Although the ground fire in Mingyi Mountain has been restrained by the Shenbing Sect's founder using formations, it is still too hot compared to the disciples in the Qi training period.

That's why we specially brought a remnant of the earthly fire from Mingyi Mountain to use its firepower to refine weapons for those disciples with insufficient cultivation.

And that statue is the hub for suppressing and sorting out the fire veins here.

Behind the square are a total of fifteen high platforms, corresponding to the leaders of the Shenbing Sect and the elders.

Six are vacant and nine are occupied.

Although he didn't show any particular momentum, he still had a temperament that was completely different from Qi Lian and Foundation Establishment.

"More than half of the top executives of the Divine Weapon Sect and above are at the elixir-formation stage."

Xie Duanyang thought to himself, suppressing the crazy idea in his mind to use the Taixu Mirror to pick out a trace of their temperament.

From the outside, the head of the Shenbing Sect looks like a middle-aged Confucian scholar who has read poetry and books.

But when he stood up from the stage, all the powerful magic power of the alchemy was released without reservation.

The air suddenly became tight, and the already quiet environment became even more silent, so silent that you could almost hear a pin drop.

"Boom..."

At this moment, a long and profound bell sounded from nowhere and resounded throughout the countryside.

After a long time, the lingering sound did not dissipate.

Then the tens of thousands of qi-training monks were surprised to find that their spiritual power was insignificantly active under the influence of the bell.

The originally anxious and nervous mood was completely cleared of distracting thoughts and became clear and clear.

While they were savoring this feeling, the leader of the Divine Weapon Sect, Master Chijiao, stepped on the clouds and landed on the high platform.

Then, dozens of foundation-building disciples used light-body spells to walk under the crowd and began to register these people.

Soon, those monks who chose the path of fighting or relied on their superior spiritual roots were separated from the crowd.

The elders on the high platform also left one or two people to be responsible for testing them.

In front of the square, everything suddenly became sparse.

"Name, origin, spiritual roots, cultivation, skills..."

A certain monk from the Divine Weapon Sect with an iron face, holding a silver book in his left hand and a red pen in his right hand, casually glanced at Xie Duanyang, and was about to write in the book.

Both the writing brush and the book are covered with Zeng's faint spiritual light, which is obviously a set of strange magic weapons that are not used for fighting.

"Xie Duanyang was born in Qinyeling, Yue State.

The three spiritual roots of gold, fire and earth, the ninth level of Qi training, and the practice of the "Metal Metal Technique"."

Xie Duanyang looked normal and explained what he had prepared long ago.

When he heard the word "Yueguo", the foundation-building monk moved his hands.

Although the Yue Kingdom and Yuanwu are adjacent to each other, the Shenbing Sect is almost in the west of Yuanwu, and is quite far away from the Yue Kingdom to the south of Yuanwu.

But this was not a big deal after all. He was just slightly surprised and quickly gave up his curiosity and started recording.

But immediately, he heard the words "Gold Melting Method" again.

Stopping his movements, the foundation-building monk put his pen on the book and looked up at Xie Duanyang.

His brows furrowed unconsciously, and he tapped his forehead with his fingers.

Although the "Metal Gold Technique" is the technique on which the founder of the Shenbing Sect became famous, it is also clearly stipulated in the sect's rules.

If you practice this method to the sixth level of Qi training before the age of twenty-five, you can directly receive it in the door and be given the Foundation Building Pill.

However, this method is too difficult and obscure for Qi training disciples.

Even in the Divine Weapon Sect, there are only ten people who practice this method in the Foundation Building.

As for the apprenticeship ceremony, it has not happened for a hundred years.

So much so that the monk couldn't recall it for a while.

His eyes wandered and fell on the huge statue of Master Molten Gold. An idea flashed in the mind of the foundation-building monk, and he pulled out this sect rule that almost no one remembered.

"Junior brother Ji, please take care of me here temporarily. I have something to report to the head master and all the other uncles..."

After taking a deep look at Xie Duanyang, the foundation-building monk thrust the red-penned silver book into the hands of his junior brother behind him.

He used the "Wind Control Technique" and "Light Body Technique" at the same time, and flew towards the high platform behind the square.