Mortals: start with self-created body cultivation

There are seven people in the second round of selection.

Five men and two women, ranging in age from over 40 to over 20. Together with the four people who met the spiritual root requirements, there are eleven people in total. The remaining dozens of people who are to be eliminated can enter the third round of attempts, but the minimum requirement is also the ninth level of Qi training. If you don't want to leave, you can take the initiative to participate in some will tests, and after passing, you can also enter the entry to be a cow and horse.

The life fate of ordinary immortal cultivators basically takes a different fork here.

It is better to have the opportunity to be a cow and horse than to have no opportunity. In Han Li's words, if he didn't have the little green bottle back then, he would probably be like these people, and stop at the fifth or sixth level of Qi training for the rest of his life. Of course, considering Xu Qingyang's situation, he put away his self-mockery again. After all, he still has spiritual roots. Xu Qingyang back then didn't even have spiritual roots, so it was not his turn to say that he was miserable.

"Let's go!"

The remaining disciple in the early stage of foundation building stepped out and released his flying magic weapon.

Xu Qingyang, Han Li and the other seven people who were selected walked up with trepidation and excitement. From then on, they were no longer helpless and independent cultivators. They joined the Great Immortal Sect, and their future was a glimmer of hope.

The foundation-building disciple in charge of them was named Yu, and he was serious on the way.

For people like them, the probability of building a foundation after entering the sect was frighteningly low, so they could not be taken seriously. They flew over the mountains and came to a sea of ​​fog. The cultivator named Yu cast a spell to open a passage. After entering, they saw the real mountain gate. At a glance, six giant peaks surrounded by clouds and fog were scattered in an orderly manner, and there were dozens of large and small peaks surrounding them.

Tianquan Peak.

People came and went on the mountain, the rays of light came in and out, and the palaces and pavilions were full of spiritual energy.

"Brother Yu, are these the new disciples recruited today? Why are there only these few? They are too few?" A cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building came up to him familiarly, and seemed to have some ideas about the new disciples.

The monk named Yu, who led the team, said, "I haven't passed the test of conscience yet, I will take them to Senior Brother Tian first..."

"Is that so?"

The crowd laughed and said, "Junior Brother Yu, you also know that Senior Brother is in need of a few talisman-making disciples to supplement the manpower. Why don't you let me take a few away first, and then..." Before he finished speaking, the monk named Yu shook his head and refused, saying that it was not his turn to make the decision, and he had to wait for the master to make the allocation. Then he led Xu Qingyang and others to continue flying to a loft.

Some people were confused and felt a little sorry for the situation just now.

If they were chosen as soon as they arrived, it seemed that they would not have to worry about not being able to pass the last level. The monk named Yu seemed to guess what they were thinking, and said coldly, "After the assessment, you will have the opportunity to choose your place. Now you'd better be smart."

The casual cultivators who just came from the secular world did not understand the ways of the big sects, and Xu Qingyang understood it as soon as he heard it.

The guy just now was probably here to do hard labor. He had seen it in Huangfeng Valley. Some foundation-building cultivators in charge of the sundry goods industry were extremely oppressive to the disciples. Once they went there, they were treated as slaves and exploited. Their output was exploited by the other party in their own way. They had no power and no place to appeal for grievances.

Bullying within the immortal sect was minor, so don't think too highly of it.

After skipping this matter, everyone was taken to an attic. On the second floor, a man in his thirties was lying on a rocking chair with half-closed eyes. The monk surnamed Yu came forward and greeted him: "Senior Brother Tian!"

Senior Brother Tian opened his eyes and scanned a few people, and smiled: "It seems that my estimate is correct. I can't recruit many people this time."

The monk surnamed Yu had a good relationship with this person, and he also complained a few words, then bowed and said: "Everyone is here, please use the heart-searching talisman to test one by one to determine whether there are spies or bad people..."

"Haha, everything is ready, exactly seven, not more or less, so you don't have to go to get them again."

After saying that, he stood up and took out seven talismans from the storage bag. The monk surnamed Yu pointed at a big man and asked him to test first. The big man had an honest face and walked forward honestly. The man muttered a few spells in his mouth, and the talisman paper was directly slapped on the big man's brow. The big man's eyes were dazed and he answered whatever he asked.

Lord Dayan: "Hehe, interesting..."

Xu Qingyang glanced at the big man. He could feel that there was something wrong with this person, but it was difficult to judge the specific situation. Hearing Lord Dayan's smile, he immediately confirmed that he was not wrong. This big man was in a similar situation to them.

It seems that Luoyun Sect is lucky. This time, it has found three gold nuggets in one go.

"Lord, can you tell the origin?"

"Hehe, that's natural, but this matter should not be seen by only me. You might as well ask the spirit of the weapon on you." The spirit of the weapon refers to Yin Yue. Yin Yue has been concentrating on studying the illusionary skills of Xihai Pavilion recently. Thinking of this, Xu Qingyang had a guess in his heart. At this time, Yin Yue also spoke.

"Sir, this person has a very advanced illusionary magical power to cover up..."

"Xihai Pavilion?"

"A bit like, but not. According to the introduction of Lord Dayan, and the records left by Xun Tianxiao, I infer that this person should be the Qianhuan Sect where Xihaimen was before it split."

This triggered some memories of Xu Qingyang.

In front of the Luoyun Sect's assessors, Xu Qingyang exchanged a few words as if nothing had happened, and he didn't look at the big man named Du Dong again. This man took the opportunity to sneak into the Luoyun Sect like them, and his purpose was probably the same. Except for the Spirit Eye Tree, the Luoyun Sect really had nothing to plot.

The target has always been, in theory, a competitor.

But now the other party doesn't know them, but they already know the other party's existence. Qianhuan Sect, the demonic force, it is obvious that the demonic sect wants to use the secretion of alcohol to plot against the Spirit Eye Tree.

This is not a good thing, nor a bad thing.

The bad thing is that the goal is the same, which increases the complexity. The good thing is that if the other party can muddy the water, they can fish in troubled waters.

The big man Du Dong easily got away with it and retreated to his original position with an awkward smile. Then the next person came forward, and it was Han Li and Xu Qingyang's turn. Their expression management was no worse than that of the big man Du Dong. He was obviously very sober, but he pretended to be confused. He answered whatever was asked, and there was no flaw in his origin and purpose.

The man who was checking was quite satisfied, but there was a trace of unknown doubt in his eyes.

What he was wondering about, no one knew.

After all the inspections were completed, they were already disciples of Luoyun Sect. The next step was to assign a place. After settling for a day, they joined the previous batch, including those with true spiritual roots, the next day.

They were all entry-level, but the treatment was very different.

The following distribution was the same. They were taken to the main hall of the headmaster, and all the peaks sent disciples to select. The first to be selected were those with true spiritual roots. They were arguing fiercely, especially one man, who turned out to be a rare gold-forging body, a sword cultivator from heaven.

This kind of Taoist body did not go to the Ancient Sword Sect, but came to the Luoyun Sect instead. He really found gold.

Seeing these "geniuses" being fought over, other crooked people were envious and jealous. The geniuses who were fought over raised their proud heads. In one day, they no longer took those who entered the sect at the same time seriously.

Because from now on, they only need to practice and don't have to be dragged down by mundane affairs.

Others are different. Just like Huangfeng Valley, people are divided into different levels. If you don't have the qualifications, you must learn various miscellaneous studies and complete various quantitative tasks to get resource rewards.