Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

As time goes by.

The originally endless team was now clearly countable, and more and more qualified teenagers passed the test, with a total of fifteen teenagers.

Cheng Buzheng roughly estimated the time in his mind, and it would take another hour to finish, and it was almost sunset time.

From the beginning of the morning to the end of the sunset, there are six full hours.

suddenly.

A strange sound resounded among the crowd who passed the detection boy.

"Cuckoo..."

The burly boy who had endured hunger for a long time had a shameful expression on his face. Although he didn't say it out loud, his stomach expressed that it needed to eat.

heard the words.

The teenagers standing on the side of the immortal looked at each other, and in an instant, it seemed that some kind of invisible contract had been reached.

"Cuckoo..."

"Cuckoo..."

"Cuckoo..."

Cheng Buzheng's belly also expressed its own opinion, as if they had a tacit understanding with each other, they looked at the immortal on the side together.

immediately.

That strange sound was like symphonic music.

Hearing the strange voice, the young immortal couldn't help being taken aback, then smiled slightly as if thinking of something.

"Forget that you are still mortals and need to eat every day. This is one pill per person, enough for you to not need to eat for a month!"

While speaking, he wiped the small bag on his waist, held a long-necked porcelain bottle in his hand, poured fifteen pills into the palm of his hand, and then raised his palm.

I saw the fifteen pills, like eyes, floating in front of every teenager, no more, no less, one pill for each.

"I'm waiting to thank the fairy!"

The young immortal waved his hand and said:

"There is no need to do that, from now on we will all be of the same sect, and you are all my juniors, just call me 'Brother Huang'!

Immortals are called by mortals, and my generation is all cultivators with the goal of becoming immortals.

Take a rest, I will continue to test here! "

"Thank you...Brother Huang!"

The teenagers couldn't wait to grab the panacea in front of them and take it.

Cheng Buzheng suppressed the curiosity in his heart, and also pinched the panacea floating in front of him. This was the first time he saw it, and he was not in a hurry to take it, but looked at it carefully.

He knew that this panacea must be the most low-level panacea, but it is not something a mortal can possess.

This panacea, its appearance is unattractive, the panacea is dark in color, and there is a layer of faint light on the surface, which is enough to show the magic of the immortal's methods.

At this time, his stomach protested again.

"Cuckoo..."

Cheng Buzheng didn't delay any longer, he took the panacea he had obtained for the first time in his life, and the bigu pill melted in his mouth, like a warm current, warming his entire stomach.

In an instant, he no longer felt a trace of hunger.

The elixir of the immortal cultivator is indeed miraculous and extremely effective.

As the sun set, half an hour passed in a blink of an eye, and there were only four scattered teams in the square. Occasionally, a few teenagers trotted over anxiously.

The speed of detection was very fast. Two quarters of an hour later, no teenager entered the square again.

At this moment, the old man in a black robe sitting cross-legged in the center and who had never said a word opened his eyes and glanced at the young man who had passed the test.

The seemingly immortal old man, when his eyes fell on him, Cheng Buzheng's hair stood on end, as if he was being watched by a wild beast. If he didn't know that the old man was his own, he would have estimated how far he would have run how far.

The old man in black robe looked away from him, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, but he thought to himself, "Is this a cultivator? I can't bear just one look!"

The old man in black robe said hoarsely: "How many people have been included this time?"

"Report to Master Ding, Ping'an County has collected fourteen people with four spirit roots and two people with three spirit roots, a total of sixteen people." Senior Brother Huang replied respectfully.

"Yes, so many seedlings can be included this year, which is beyond my expectation. Before, there were only three or five people, but it's a pity that there is not a single spiritual root!"

Uncle Ding looked at the boys with a look of pity.

"You have an hour now, go back and say goodbye to your loved ones. After an hour, we will leave immediately, and we will wait without saying goodbye!"

The voice just fell.

A handsome young man saluted respectfully, and then said:

"Uncle, I'm going out to say goodbye to my parents!"

Uncle Ding glanced at the young man casually, and said lightly:

"It's too early to call me Shishu now, wait until you officially join the sect!"

Hearing this, the handsome young man was startled, then reacted, and said:

"It's senior, I'm stepping down!"

Uncle Ding closed his eyes again, and ignored the boy who had just passed the test.

Not long after, the seventeen teenagers basically left one after another. Before leaving, they still sat cross-legged on the ground respectfully, closed their eyes and rested their minds. Master Ding saluted and then retreated.

Cheng Buzheng did not leave, if an accident happened at this moment, wouldn't it be a great opportunity lost, not to mention that the relatives were not around, and the clothes left in the inn were all worthless things, which were made of medicinal materials. It would be a pity to abandon it.

But it was not enough for him to leave at this critical moment to retrieve the three pigment porcelain bottles.

He believes that the immortal has enough deterrent power to make those powerful families dare not act rashly. Although the possibility of accidents is very small, it is better to be safe.

When Cheng Buzheng secretly regretted those bottles of paint, he found that there was only one young man in coarse linen clothes who had not left like him.

This young man is quite strong, with a simple and honest face. This person is a four spirit root. Is it because his relatives are not in the county, or is this person cautious?

There are only two teenagers with three spiritual roots, one is him, and the other is the handsome boy who was the first to speak.

He still knows the truth that rare things are more valuable, and the qualifications of the three spiritual roots should be better than the four spiritual roots.

The spiritual root aptitude is exactly the same as the setting in the previous online hit novel "The Legend of Mortal Cultivation of Immortals", but I don't know what is different behind it.

Various thoughts kept flashing through his mind.

After more than half an hour, all the teenagers returned to the square one after another. They didn't dare to rush over until the last moment.

Uncle's anger is not something they newcomers who have just joined the sect can bear.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, Uncle Ding suddenly opened his eyes at the moment when all the young men arrived, and a gleam of light flashed in them.

Uncle Ding stood up, looked at the boy, and said expressionlessly, "Since everyone is here, let's go!"

The voice just fell.

Uncle Ding stretched out his hand to caress the small bag on his waist, and a jade boat the size of a palm appeared in his hand. With a wave of his hand, the jade boat rose in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, a giant jade boat hundreds of feet long quietly floated above the square.