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Lin Shu was not interested in paying attention to the sadness of the little people.

The Purple Xiao Peak has been established, and it is time to accept the disciples.

The scale of the disciples was the same as when the Zixiao Domain was collected, only nine people were recruited, six people were qualified first, and three were admitted to the door according to their willpower.

It’s not that Lin Shu doesn’t want to set the threshold for accepting apprentices to willpower with his own ideas.

But with the experience of accepting disciples last time, Lin Shu understood that it was a bit whimsical to want to accept disciples all according to the standard of willpower.

There are very few people under heaven who are strong-willed, and among them, those who have the opportunity to participate in the trial are even fewer of the few.

It is tentatively determined that the three of them have already relaxed the conditions for accepting disciples, and if there are more, they can only harvest some crooked dates.

Of course.

If there are indeed many talents among the people who come to participate in the trial, appropriate adjustments will be made according to the actual situation.

Lin Shu sorted out the procedures for accepting disciples in his heart, and then spread his spirit to every corner of the Midnight Land, ensuring that every living person in the Midnight’s Land could receive the news, and then spread the news of the acceptance of the disciples in the Purple Xiao Pavilion.

“Zixiao Pavilion openly accepts apprentices, and there are two conditions.

First, the strong-willed.

Second, the gifted.

Match any of these conditions.

For the next three months, a trial will be held at the end of each month.

People of insight can come to Zixiao Peak to undergo trials.

The number of apprentices in Zixiao Pavilion is limited, first come, first served.

The spiritual thoughts that Lin Shu sent out this time were gentle and elegant, and they were not as domineering and arrogant as they were.

This is because the people who received the message this time included ordinary people who had not practiced, as well as old people and young children, and Lin Shu deliberately suppressed the aggression of the spirit.

However, although Lin Shu had stripped away the striking nature of the divine mind, the vast spiritual power still left a deep mark on the hearts of the creatures in the land of the middle night.

No one would question the authenticity of the news, and the majestic spiritual power told that the person who sent the news was at least the Supreme of Du Tribulation and cultivation, and no one would doubt that the Supreme would joke with all living beings.

The news has been sent, and all Lin Shu has to do next is wait quietly.

Waiting for the trials to come; Waiting for the old-timers who still have their hearts in mind for the Purple Xiao Pavilion to come and serve; It is also waiting for the two major forces in the land of mid-night to come to test.

No matter which type of people they were, Lin Shu welcomed them.

Friends came with good wine, jackals, tigers and leopards came, he also had fists to receive, Lin Shu only worried that no one came, not worried about people coming.

Secretly expecting in his heart, Lin Shu was ready to leave for the New Purple Xiao Pavilion.

At this time, the young girl on the side finished digesting the information she had just received, and slapped her palm with a pink fist.

“Zixiao Peak? It turns out that this place is called Zixiao Peak. ”

Then the girl muttered.

“What kind of sect is the Purple Xiao Pavilion? I’ve never heard of it… Ah. ”

The middle-aged strong man Yang Shenjun looked at the girl with doting eyes, stretched out his right hand and flicked on the girl’s confused forehead, ignoring the girl’s mournful eyes, and whispered softly.

“Yu’er doesn’t care what sect it is, you just need to know that there is a Supreme Town Sect in Zixiao Pavilion, and that is the Holy Land.”

Yang Shenjun can also be regarded as a veteran Avatar God Monarch, and he can sense his master’s cultivation from his divine thoughts.

“Holy Land?”

Yang Yu’er didn’t have such insight, but she also knew what the concept of holy land was, touching her slightly red forehead with both hands, and looking at Yang Shenjun with expectant eyes. _

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