Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

In the stall area.

A rather handsome young man, dressed in a Baiyunmen-style robe, casually walked along the path between the stalls.

Not long.

Out of the corner of his eye, Cheng Buzheng noticed a booth.

In front, not far away, a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi was sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and meditating.

A wooden sign was displayed on the small stall, on which was written, "Sell refined iron, copper, clear water, and spiritual grain."

Cheng Buzheng's heart moved, he walked slowly past several booths, and when he came to this booth, he asked casually,

"Huangya Linggu, how many spirit stones are there?"

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi opened his eyes and glanced at Cheng Buzhengdao,

"Huang Ya Linggu, ten spirit stones a fight." Smiling, he looked at Cheng Buzheng.

Cheng Buzheng frowned, and said slowly.

"Fellow Daoist, did you say the price wrong! Eight spirit stones are a bucket, see if you can sell them!"

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi quickly shook his head and said,

"On the street stalls, there is no lower price than mine."

The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi saw the young man in front of him, wearing the clothes of an outside disciple of the Baiyun Sect, who was at the early stage of Qi training, and knew that he must have joined the group of monks of the Baiyun Sect more than two years ago.

Seeing the appearance of the middle-aged monk, Cheng Buzheng was too lazy to say more.

Treat others as fools, and you are the real fools yourself!

Without saying a word, Cheng Buzheng raised his feet and walked forward.

"Little friend, is the price negotiable? How about nine yuan?"

Seeing that Cheng Buzheng had really left, the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi shouted hastily.

After Cheng Buzheng heard about it, his footsteps still did not stop.

"Eight yuan, that's eight spirit stones"

heard the words.

Stopping in his tracks, Cheng Buzheng turned around, came to the middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi again, and said coldly:

"If you confirm the eight spirit stones, I will buy a bucket."

The middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi opened his mouth and said with an appearance of having suffered a great loss.

"Little friend, you are my first order today... Otherwise, I would never sell it anyway."

Cheng Buzheng watched quietly, while the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi talked to himself.

He secretly said in his heart:

"Those unscrupulous merchants in the previous life, open your mouth. It's not about breaking bones and selling them.

Otherwise, you are still too immature even if you jump off the building. "

See you in the middle age in Tsing Yi, Cheng Buzheng just looked at him quietly without saying a word, then his voice gradually became quieter, his face was embarrassed, and finally the conversation stopped abruptly. .

After the transaction was completed, Cheng Buzheng continued to stroll around the stall area.

The middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi looked at the back of Cheng Buzheng who was going away, and thought to himself:

"What a talented and beautiful jade~ Such a vicious and sophisticated heart!

Terrible! Quite, I had a bit of demeanor back then."

Cheng Buzheng continued to browse the street stalls with brisk steps, but at this time, there were only three spirit stones in the storage bag, which could not be used anymore. He could only see the bustling scene of Baiyun City.

It took a full half an hour before I visited the entire stall area.

Cheng Buzheng, who was walking back, suddenly heard a middle-aged man and a young monk talking to each other coming towards him.

"Second brother, are you participating in the selection of Baiyunmen's handyman disciples?" The middle-aged man turned his head and said to the young monk beside him.

"Hey... I think so, but it's too dangerous!"

The young monk bowed his head and said in a somewhat dejected manner.

"Wu Linggen, there is no chance to join Baiyunmen? Now, there is a godsend opportunity, don't you want to try?"

"..."

Then, the two monks gradually walked away. At this moment, Cheng Buzheng could no longer hear their conversation.

However, he found that many monks were heading north.

Cheng Buzheng was slightly taken aback. He followed the crowd and walked slowly to the north. He also heard the conversations of many monks.

"Twelve years, one handyman selection will start tomorrow!"

"That's right! For that ethereal journey, how many monks were crushed by that flesh and blood mill, leaving no bones left."

"For one grain, Zhuji Dan..."

"This is also our greatest hope for casual cultivators, to join the sect, and to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill!"

"I don't know...whether the number of people selected by Baiyunmen this year is the same as it was twelve years ago!"

"It should be the same! But we have no hope!"

"Jin Kingdom, the candidates selected by any sect of the three gates are all late-stage Qi training monks with extremely amazing combat effectiveness."

"I won't participate, almost no one will come out... What about you!"

"Come to participate, the selection of Baiyunmen handyman disciples... is basically a casual practice of peak Qi training, so I won't join in the fun!"

"Many monks practicing Qi Dzogchen, the monks who came to participate in the selection are all for a foundation establishment pill.

Now there is only one Foundation Establishment Pill to hit the Foundation Establishment Realm, will you give up this opportunity?

After all, if you get a Foundation Establishment Pill, if you fail to attack the Foundation Establishment Realm, you can at least save your life, otherwise, you will have to die! "

"As long as you get enough elixir inside, you can exchange it for a Foundation Establishment Pill when you come out. After advancing to the Foundation Establishment Stage, you can directly become an inner disciple of the White Cloud Sect.

Even if you are lucky, you can worship under the seat of a monk of the Golden Core stage of Baiyunmen... That is a chance to reach the sky in one step! "

"I want this life too!"

"I heard that the Beicang Sect has already selected candidates for this handyman disciple in Beicang City. I don't know if it is true, really?"

"I've heard that too. It's true. In Jin Kingdom, there are only Baiyun Sect and Cyanwood Sect. They haven't selected the handyman disciples yet. Can anyone choose?"

"Now that Baiyun City has started, the Cyanwood Sect is probably coming soon!"

···

Cheng Buzheng quietly followed the crowd of monks, and knew the general story of the matter, all for the "seed trial" in the near future.

otherwise.

The sect will not select handyman disciples at this time, and they are all casual practitioners in the late stage of Qi training with amazing combat power.

The so-called "three out of ten" is probably a better way of saying it, Cheng Buzheng guessed, the chance of survival is even lower.

It can be seen how fierce the battle inside is. I am afraid that basically as long as they encounter each other, it will be a life-or-death situation.

Cheng Buzheng guessed in his heart.

Not long.

Cheng Buzheng followed the crowd to the square to the north, and saw Wu Yangyang's heads all around him.

And in the center of the square, there is a martial uncle wearing a martial art black robe. This person is none other than Ding Shishu, and behind him are several senior qi training senior brothers wearing martial arts gray robes.

See here.

Cheng Buzheng muttered to himself.

"Uncle Ding, he is really a representative of the sect and a model worker. Two years ago, he was the one who was in charge of recruiting disciples. Today, he is the one who is in charge of recruiting the disciples who charge into battle...

Uncle Ding, who is poor in martial arts, has the title of a model worker! "

With the passage of time, more and more monks came here.

PS: Putting bowls, three requests for politeness (asking for collection, asking for recommendation, asking for tickets)