Natural fairy species

In each phalanx of scattered cultivators, there is a deacon of Qingfeng Sect leading a few disciples to announce the assessment conditions and precautions.

Bai Zichen stayed behind and listened to the general idea.

To sum it up, those who have two minds and try to conceal their identities to infiltrate the Qingfeng Sect will be wiped out once they are found out.

Following the deacon's order, the assessment officially began.

First of all, there are a large number of handyman disciples. As for the outer sect disciples, many of them have already been appointed internally. There are high-quality immortal seedlings recommended by Qingfeng sect disciples from various places, or young disciples sent by various immortal cultivating families.

For these people, the assessment of outer disciples is just a formality.

As for casual cultivators who want to become outer sect disciples, there is still a chance in the past. This year, the number of applicants has doubled, and the average level of the new cultivators is not low. It may not be so easy for Black Mountain casual cultivators to become outer disciples.

The first person in line was a short and fat young man, tremblingly walked to a bronze mirror for testing his cultivation, and when he stood there, as the deacon of Qingfeng Sect cast a mana, the bronze mirror quickly displayed the person's information .

"Age twenty-six, four spiritual roots, three levels of qi refining... Among all the arts of cultivating immortals, is there anyone you are good at?"

This bronze mirror was refined by the elders of the Qingfengmen Artifact Refining Hall. It is a low-grade spiritual weapon, but it does not have the effect of killing enemies and protecting the body. The only function is to quickly identify age, cultivation level, and spiritual root, but it is only effective for monks in the qi refining stage. .

"Returning to the deacon, I, I have been practicing the exercises hard, and I have never practiced all kinds of arts..."

The short and fat young man was questioned by the deacon of Qingfeng Sect, he was sweating profusely and stammered nervously.

"Okay, let's go down."

The middle-aged deacon waved his hand, without any intention of talking, and motioned for the next one to come forward.

Before the opening of the mountain gate, Elder Ni told several of their deacons that the standard for recruiting apprentices will be greatly increased this year.

Anyway, there are only 120 outer disciples, the middle-aged deacon glanced at the densely packed phalanx of casual cultivators in the distance, and took a sip of spiritual tea with a relaxed expression.

A series of digital casual cultivators were eliminated in the first stage of viewing the body in the bronze mirror, which made Lu Song's nervous hands entangled and rubbed back and forth.

"Little friend Lu, don't be nervous, the old man will go up and find a way for you."

Old man Tong patted Lu Song on the shoulder and walked out first.

"Age fifty-nine, five spiritual roots, three levels of Qi refining..."

The middle-aged deacon sighed while looking at the information revealed on the bronze mirror.

"At your age, you still have to come to the entrance examination... Forget it, let's talk about your other abilities."

"Master Deacon, the old man only knows how to farm all his life... When he was young, he planted mortal rice in the countryside. Blood ginseng rice and red light rice are two meters long. The harvest of spiritual grass can reach the normal level of the market, and the harvest of spiritual rice can exceed the market by 20%..."

"I even took care of ten acres of spiritual fields by myself. What to plant and how to manipulate the spiritual fields were all entrusted to me... Over the past ten years, I have earned hundreds of spiritual stones for my family."

Old man Tong became more and more confident as he spoke. He spent his whole life farming, without any inheritance, relying on his own research, he just became a formal spiritual planter.

The originally flattering and wretched face, now talking with eloquence, turned out to be a little dignified.

"Spirit planter, he also has experience in planting many kinds of spiritual grass and rice, and can even distinguish spiritual energy and play with spiritual fields..."

The middle-aged deacon became very serious from his helplessness at the beginning. If what Old Man Tong said was true, this man could already be regarded as a top-ranked spirit planter, and even touched the edge of a second-level spirit planter.

"You're telling the truth...you tell me about your background and the general trajectory of your life over the years."

The deacon originally wanted to ask about the authenticity of the spiritual plant, but after thinking about it, since he is a casual cultivator in Heishan County and has many years of experience in taking care of the spiritual land for others, as long as the Qingfeng Sect checks it out, it will be clear. You can't fake it at all.

Old man Tong truthfully reported his hometown and his activities in recent years.

The middle-aged deacon took the detailed resume of the old man Tong copied by the disciples around him, and nodded with satisfaction: "If everything you said is true, you have already entered my temple, and you can be regarded as a handyman disciple."

"However, the official identity token and supporting items for the handyman disciples can only be issued after the sect has inspected it once, and the answer will be available within three days at most."

The middle-aged deacon's tone was much more lenient. Although he was just a handyman disciple, those who could earn spirit stones for the sect were much more popular than those handyman disciples who could only fight fiercely but didn't have much potential for cultivation.

Old man Tong would be able to play a greater role in the Qingfeng sect like this, it is definitely not as simple as taking care of a few acres of spiritual land outside.

Hearing the middle-aged deacon's affirmation, the old man Tong blushed, he questioned twice in a row in disbelief, and when he got the confirmation, he cried out excitedly.

"It's done, I'm done... old man, I finally became a disciple of the sect, you can't bully me anymore..."

Old man Tong wiped away his tears, crying and laughing at the same time.

None of the casual cultivators on the field laughed at them, they all felt the same way, the life of the casual cultivators in Montenegro was indeed too difficult!

Otherwise, how could it be spread that becoming a handyman disciple of the Qingfeng Sect is equivalent to leaping to the Dragon Sect.

Seeing that old man Tong passed the examination successfully, Jiang Shu jumped up happily, her face flushed red.

"Brother Bai, Brother Lu, old man Tong has passed. He has become a disciple of the Qingfeng Sect. It's really great... Hey, where's Brother Bai?"

Jiang Shu wanted to celebrate with his two companions, but found that Lu Song was the only one beside him, and his little brother Bai, whom he had a good impression of, was gone.

"He was still on the sidelines just now, did he go to another phalanx to try to assess the disciples of the outer sect..."

Looking left and right, he couldn't find the little brother Bai whom he had known for a few days. Jiang Shu felt a little sour in his heart, and his interest dropped.

The passage of the first handyman disciple, who was still an ordinary-looking old man, aroused the fighting spirit of the casual practitioners off the field, and they rushed forward to let the bronze mirror spiritual weapon observe their bodies.

However, after Old Man Tong, among dozens of people, there was only one Qi Refining fourth-level monk who had served in a commercial firm in Fangshi for many years, passed the examination, and became a disciple of handyman.

This middle-aged monk who served as a court envoy, no matter the magic weapon, talisman, pill or spirit grass, can estimate the efficacy at a glance, and is a good appraiser of treasures.

The middle-aged deacon thought over and over again, this ability is purely based on experience, it is not considered treasure appraisal, and it is not included in the hundred arts of cultivating immortals.

But such a talent, the Zongmen will always use it when the time comes, and with a swipe of a pen, he will also be passed by him.

When it was Lu Song's turn to play, the thirty-one-year-old, four-spiritual root, four-level qi-refining bronze mirror body observation results came out, the middle-aged deacon thought and thought, and finally gave a pending.

At this age, with this level of cultivation, there is no need to think about building a foundation, even in the later stage of Qi refining, it depends on luck.

Among the disciples of the outer sect of Qingfeng Sect, any one picked out is more valuable to cultivate than Lu Song.

He doesn't have any other skills, which really deviates from the direction of Qingfengmen's recruitment of handyman disciples this year.

But the middle-aged deacon thinks that Lu Song is not too old, and he has cultivated to the sixth level of Qi Refining, and he can also have more errands to run errands. He will see if there is enough space for handyman disciples in the end, and then make the final decision.