Painting of the Nine Immortals

The rising sun was rising, and the sun was tinged with a pale golden light, shining in front of the gate of Zongshan in Shangqing.

Four white-haired old men sat in chairs and each conducted a round of assessments to select outstanding seedlings for the Qing Dynasty.

Behind them, more than a dozen inner door disciples in black clothes were responsible for maintaining order, each of them exuding a calm atmosphere, as heavy as a mountain.

In front of them, tens of thousands of teenagers with glowing faces, respectfully lined up the long line, and evaluated one by one.

These people are without exception, all young people under the age of 20 who have not reached the foundation stage. After all, most of the Zongmen apprentices will not choose monks who build more than the base period, because that means that they are almost stereotyped and not as good as those cultivated from the beginning.

Therefore, Lingxian will make a clone and suppress his cultivation.

When he stood in the group of young monks who were all in the refining period, he felt quite helpless. Don't forget, he is the unparalleled arrogance of the Dandan period, both in identity and strength, far more than these people dozens of times.

Even those aristocratic kings and nobles, children of the family, could not compare with him. However, at the moment, he is participating in the assessment with these people. This feeling is like the supreme fairy, competing with the little rookie during the gas refining period, it is extremely helpless.

However, while feeling helpless, he also has a special refreshing feeling. It's like after you become famous, you return to the original starting point and look at the people and things around you with a transcendent look.

It feels complicated, but it's definitely cool.

Imagine that when people around you killed and killed a Jipin magic weapon, the Jipin magic weapon in his storage bag piled up like a mountain. When others practice hard in order to promote a small realm, he can break through in an instant. Isn't this upset?

Of course, Ling Xian hidden Xiu to enter the Qing Dynasty, not to experience the refreshing feeling of playing pigs and eating tigers, his ultimate purpose is for that great opportunity.

As long as he can get that chance, he can do more things worthwhile. In addition to this ultimate goal, he also has some trivia to deal with.

Take Yu Wushou, the woman who made him indelible.

"Presumably, we can meet again soon."

Recalling the smile in the memory, Ling Xian murmured, her expression was very complicated. Immediately, he forced himself to stop thinking about the woman and wait quietly for his turn.

In this way, time passes by one minute and one second.

Some people cheered because they passed a round of assessment, while others felt sad because they couldn't pass. In front of Zongshan Gate of Shang Qing, tragedy is mixed, and there is a comedy and a tragedy.

Most people are tragedy. After all, this is Shang Qingzong, one of the three giants in Junlin Yuezhou. The assessment is naturally extremely difficult.

Therefore, only the first round of assessments were wiped out by nearly 30% of the people.

This impressed Ling Xian very much. It is indeed the Shangqing sect of Junlin Yuezhou. However, he was not half worried, even if he was only using a clone at the moment.

After all, whether it is the ten-layer practice of refining qi and his broad knowledge, they are enough to pass the examination of the Qing Dynasty.

After about two hours like this, all the people in front of him were tested and finally it was his turn.

"The first round of assessment tests Linggen, put your hand on this spirit test pad." The old man in charge of the assessment said lightly, without even raising his eyelids.

"Linggen?"

Ling Xian frowned slightly. He had never tested Linggen, so he wasn't sure if he had any Linggen.

In Xiuxian Realm, Ling Gen is a good measure of monk talent. Although there is no spiritual root, you can embark on a spiritual path. But without monks with spiritual roots, natural talent is naturally not comparable to those with spiritual roots.

Of course, there are exceptions to everything.

Like the nine holy bodies of the human race, these nine super physiques do not have spiritual roots, but who dares to say that people of this physique have bad talent?

nobody!

The nine holy bodies are the world's most recognized physiques, both in terms of talent and combat power, to the extreme!

The ancient blood of Lingxian is also extremely powerful. It is not inferior to the nine holy bodies, and it is even unprecedented!

In particular, the ancient blood of Tianzun in his body, from just a quarter of the awakening, can let him have the world and only cover the sky with his hands to see how far his talent has been forced!

You know, that is the fourth in the list, and the hand with the six strongest methods covers the sky!

Therefore, although he is not sure whether he has spiritual roots, Ling Xian is not worried at all. Unless it is unable to detect his talents, otherwise, it is impossible to be eliminated.

Putting his hand on the spirit plate, Ling Xian slightly mana, and transferred to the spirit plate.

Suddenly, the light of the measuring disk was greatly exaggerated, and the blazing light was comparable to the sun in the sky. It was extremely bright and dazzling!

This movement attracted everyone present, and even the examiner in charge of the other three rounds suddenly opened his eyes and looked over here.

The spiritual test disk is a magical auxiliary magic weapon in the Xiuxian Realm.

Generally speaking, there are four grades from high to low, which are Fan rank, Wang rank, Huang rank, and the highest **** rank. It is said that there is another level above the **** level, called the fairy level.

But this is only a legend and has not been verified. What's more, even if there are, the psychic disks can't be detected.

And when the light from the measuring spirit plate is very bright, it means that a very high talent has appeared. Therefore, everyone at the scene looked at it together.

"This is an imperial talent ?!"

The old man responsible for testing the monk's talent was stunned, and he never dreamed that this time the wide recruitment of disciples, there would actually be a wizard with royal talent!

And when he swept Lingxian with a spirit, he was even more shocked when he found that he had ten layers of refining practice.

Although before Ling Ling, he also encountered several Tianjiao who reached the tenth level of gas refining, but none of them had the imperial talent!

The crowd at the scene heard the old man's words, and they were even more shocked. All eyes gathered on Ling Xian, full of envy and jealousy.

However, Ling Xian himself was not satisfied with the test results. He was very clear that his talent was more than just the imperial rank.

After all, the talent of avatars cannot be compared with the ontology at all. Besides, the ancient blood of Tianzun in his body has only awakened one-half. When his blood is fully awakened, how high will it be?

However, in accordance with the principle of dressing up before, Ling Xian indicated that there was still a pleasant smile on her face, and she was stupid and innocently asked: "Elder, I don't know if I can pass it?"

Does it count?

To your uncle, if the imperial talents have not yet passed, then the Shang Qingzong will not hold any apprentice meeting, no one can pass!

The crowd at the scene yelled in their hearts, looking towards Ling Xian's eyes full of envy, envy and hatred.

Especially those few strong backgrounds, who have reached the tenth level of refining gas, look faintly hostile to him.

Obviously, it was because of being stolen by Ling Xian.