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Behind the archway, stood a young monk. There were two wooden signs beside him, which read, "Men should go to the left door" and "Women should go to the right door." Seeing people approaching, he shouted loudly, "Look." It’s clear, men go to the left door! Women go to the right door.”

Everyone ran closer and saw that the main door of the mountain gate was closed, and only the left and right ear doors were open, so they divided into two rows, and men on the left and women on the right ran in all the way.

Entering is a huge square with bluestones on the ground that are as level as a mirror. Behind the square is a main hall.

At this moment, there were dozens of monks standing in the square, silent and solemn. The people who ran into the square did not dare to say anything when they saw this, they just stopped to pant and wipe their sweat.

Standing in the middle of the square was a monk, about forty years old, with a two-inch long black beard under his chin. He had his eyes closed, not knowing whether he was in trance or pondering something on his mind.

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and said loudly, "Close the left door." The disciple at the mountain gate loudly agreed, "Yes, close the left door!" Another incense-burning time passed, and the door for the female cultivator to enter The right door is also closed.

After the two doors were closed, the monks who did not run in were blocked from the door and naturally had no choice but to go home. The right door closed a stick of incense later than the left door. Apparently, it was also considered that the male cultivators were physically stronger than the female cultivators. .

After the two doors were closed, the black-bearded monk looked at the more than 200 people remaining in the square and said calmly, "You should check the leather bags yourself first. The collected magic white flowers are enough for a hundred. If it is not enough, please stand here. "As he said that, he pointed to the open space on the left.

After hearing this, everyone opened their leather bags and counted them. Naturally, some people are happy and some are sad about this number.

The black-bearded monk said, "Even if we collect ninety-nine flowers, it's still not enough. No need to say more." After a while, thirty or forty monks slowly stood to the left, all with depressed faces.

In fact, these people were just a few short of picking the white flowers. Some of them miscalculated and thought they had counted enough. Then they stopped picking and just sprinted away.

At this moment, they were extremely upset, but they also knew that the rules of Jiufu Sect were strict and nothing they could say would help, so they all kept silent.

The black-bearded monk said, "You can go out through the side door now." The thirty or forty people were dejected and were led out of the square by a monk.

The black-bearded monk said, "The rest of you have passed the first level, but it is too early to say that you are disciples of the Nine Talisman Sect. There are three more tests. If you pass them all, you will be considered to have officially joined this organization." "Well, one of the three tests failed, I'm sorry, so you have no choice but to take it back."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a disciple next to him came forward and said, "Everyone, please follow me." He led the remaining 160 people to the easternmost side of the square.

A large wooden table had been set up in the east. A thin old man sat behind the table, and seven or eight young monks stood next to him. The ground next to the wooden table is paved with white marble, forming a stone platform. On the stone platform is a wooden disc, which is simple in style and obviously very old.

The thin old man said, "You are all Qigong practitioners, and you are no strangers to the world of cultivation. You should know that the wooden plate is used to test the attributes of your spiritual roots. You can state your name, and then put your right hand on the wooden plate. Come."

"Chen Qing", "Wei Dongling", "Xiao Lingling"......

Everyone lined up and came forward one by one. After announcing their names, they put their hands on the wooden plate. Different color textures appeared on the wooden plate, and the two disciples next to them recorded them one by one. The thin old man squinted his eyes and stared at the wooden plate, while waving his hand to signal the disciples who passed the test to go down.

"Shi Qi", a young man in his thirties stepped forward and put his hand on the wooden plate. The thin old man looked at it and thought to himself, "Fourth level fire spirit root, it is in vain to get in with such poor qualifications." Time." He waved his hand and signaled Shi Qi to go down.

Behind Shi Qi is a lanky monk in his fifties. He is probably the oldest among the more than a hundred monks, and his hair is already gray on his temples. He said, "Mu Yunzhi" and put his right hand on the disk.

The wooden plate first showed a burst of brilliance, and then suddenly made a "buzzing" sound. Most of the people who had passed the test were shocked. This was the first time the wooden plate made a sound, and everyone around was shocked.

The thin old man opened his eyes and shouted, "The thief is so bold!" He flipped his right palm, and a burst of spiritual pressure held down the Qi Refiner named Mu Yunzhi.

At this time, there was a commotion in the square, and everyone was staring here. The black-bearded monk who was presiding over the ceremony also hurried over and said, "Junior Brother Hu, what's going on?"

The thin old man said, "Look." The black-bearded monk glanced at the wooden plate and his expression changed, "There are really some people who are not afraid of death. Tell me! Are you a demon or a monster? What do you want to do if you sneak into this sect?"

Mu Yunzhi was so frightened that his face was as white as paper, his whole body could not help shaking, and he stuttered, "This is not my disciple, I am wronged."

The black-bearded monk sneered, "What a joke, could this magic weapon be wrong?" Everyone was shocked when they heard it. It turned out that the inconspicuous wooden plate was actually a magic weapon?

Mu Yunzhi was pressed down by the thin old man with one palm. He couldn't even straighten his waist and just kept shouting about injustice.

The black-bearded monk said, "I'm sorry you don't know how to recruit. If someone comes, lock him down first and then interrogate him carefully." There were law enforcement disciples nearby who responded loudly and gathered around him.

"Wait a minute!" A deep voice sounded.

Although the voice was not loud, the black-bearded monk and the others all bowed and stepped out of the way when they heard the words. An old man with gray beard walked out of the hall and walked slowly to the front. He looked at Mu Yunzhi underground and said lightly , "Your surname is Mu?"

Mu Yunzhi was still sweating profusely at this moment and stammered, "Yes, yes, brother, my surname is Mu."

The old man asked, "Are you from the Mu family in Qinghe County?" Mu Yunzhi shook his head, "No, the disciple is from Qihe County."

The white-bearded old man nodded, "Qinghe Qihe and Lianghe Mu family are all members of the Mu family from the wild continent. Thousands of years ago, the Mu family participated in the great war in Qinzhong Continent, and some of them stayed in Qinzhong Continent.

Their descendants have multiplied in the Qinghe and Qihe areas. Because the Mu clan is the result of the marriage between the human clan and the wood clan, there is some demon clan flavor in their blood.

However, you don’t know how many generations of descendants you are. The blood of the demon race can almost be ignored. Moreover, the wood spirit has always been on good terms with our human race. It’s nothing. Don’t make it difficult for him and let him conduct the following test. "

The last words were spoken to the black-bearded monk who presided over the test.

The black-bearded monk bowed, "Yes, Master Gong." Mu Yunzhi next to him naturally kowtowed and thanked him profusely.

Shi Qi watched from the sidelines. He had done enough homework before going up the mountain. As soon as the white-bearded old man came out, he had already said silently in his heart:

Gong Wuji, at the end of the Eight Heroes, formed an elixir for 280 years, and is now over 500 years old. He specializes in the development of ice and wood talismans and seals. The "Cold Smoke Talisman" belongs to the fifth-level spiritual talisman. Gong Wuji can make the "Cold Smoke Talisman" to the top grade. He has an in-depth study of formations and is especially good at breaking formations.

This palace elder was one of the people Shi Qi was very interested in because he was good at breaking formations.

After Elder Gong said something, everyone around him dispersed, and the team returned to calm and continued testing. Shi Qi glanced at Gong Wuji casually. He did not return to the main hall, but found a chair in the back row and sat down.

A middle-aged woman next to her whispered a few words to Gong Wuji. She was also a Golden Core cultivator, but she was not one of the Eight Elites.

The Nine Talisman Eight Heroes were named more than a hundred years ago. At that time, the only Yuanying monk of the Nine Talisman Sect died, and several large sects of Zhao State jointly attacked. At the time of crisis, eight Jindan monks joined forces to set up a large formation to defeat the opponent's Yuan Ying. The infant monk returned home defeated. After this battle, no other sect dared to take advantage of Jiufu Sect, and the eight monks of Jiufu Sect also gained the reputation of the Eight Elites.

Over the past hundred years, there have been several new Jindan monks in Jiufu Sect, and this middle-aged woman is one of them. Today, she and Gong Wuji co-hosted the recruitment ceremony.

Shi Qi followed the crowd to the second test. The person presiding here was a 27-8-year-old woman in black. She was in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment. Her appearance was very beautiful, but her face was as cold as frost. It seemed that everyone owed her a favor. Like a spiritual stone. A row of disciples waiting to be tested were forced by her spiritual pressure and did not dare to look at her.

However, the test at this level was very simple. It only tested the magic white flowers collected by everyone. At the beginning of the test, everyone was given an empty leather bag. The leather bag was equipped with a small talisman array to ensure that the magic white flowers collected It was picked by me, not given by others.

Everyone handed in their leather bags one by one, and two disciples were checking and counting them. The people passed by one by one. The woman in black clothes sat aside, as if her eyelids had not even moved. Suddenly, she stretched out her hand and said, "Stop."

A fat young man in bright clothes was startled and stopped to apologize, "Uncle Feng, you called me." The woman glanced at him and said, "Do you recognize me?"

The young man said, "My surname is Luo. My uncle worships me at Changmen and is the same generation as my uncle. Therefore, this disciple has also heard about the reputation of my uncle Feng."

The woman in black clothes sneered, "It turns out that you are a descendant of Senior Brother Luo, but you should know the rules of this sect. It doesn't matter who you are or how close you are. It doesn't matter what your seniority is before you get started. You are just a disciple taking part in today's test." "

The young man was very embarrassed, "Yes, yes. Dare I ask the senior to stop the junior, is there something wrong with Huan Baihua?"

The woman in black clothes said, "The white flower is nothing, but take off the bracelet on your right hand and show it to me." The fat young man suddenly changed his expression when he heard this and hesitated, "This is a relic left by my mother before her death, no. Too square……..”

The woman in black snorted coldly and grabbed her right hand. The fat young man felt his wrist tighten and was held by a force. Before he could make any move, the force had already been released.

Looking again, the rosewood bracelet on the fat young man's wrist had fallen into the hand of the woman in black.

She lightly twisted her fingers and said, "Sure enough, there is actually a set of small life-producing talisman formations hidden inside. No wonder you can collect more than 150 spirit flowers and be the sixth one to reach the top of the mountain."

The fat young man had already knelt down on the ground with a sad face, "Junior did not use this set of talismans to restore mana. Senior clearly understood that this was just my father's defense for junior, and he has been wearing this bracelet since he was a child."

The woman in black robes shouted sternly, "When recruiting disciples for our sect, firstly they must be honest, and secondly they must bear hardships and stand hard work. If your affair is exposed, you are still making excuses. You are neither honest nor afraid of hardship. What's the use of someone like you joining the sect? Boom go out!"