In the past three days, Luo Xingchen devoted himself to practicing three sets of combat skills, quickly mastering half of the Earth-Splitting Fist, breaking his heart palm and phantom step, each had its own merits.
The enrollment meeting of the Nine Great Sects arrived, Luo Xingchen began to leave and went to Duankong Mountain, Fenghenxi and Luo Nanshan accompanied him, Luo Tian was relieved, he stayed in the mansion and began to practice.
Duankong Mountain is located on the border between Tianyun City and Changfeng City. It stretches for dozens of miles and is not too big. It is barren and empty, and there are very few spirit beasts. Here, it can be regarded as the center of Blue Wind Continent.
At this moment, in a flat area, the nine major sects have already set their flags, and each has a bunch of strong men waiting silently. The elders of small forces from all over the Cangzhou Continent flooded in with their own genius children, and they soon filled up. Half a hillside, the scene is very lively.
These teenagers who came to report enthusiastically have different expressions, some are excited and nervous, worried that they will not be selected, some are determined to enter the sect, their eyes are full of confidence, and some are more arrogant and confident. , It was directed at a certain sect.
The nine sects are: Purple Yinzong, Thunder Cloud Sect, Wanjian Mountain, Dream Hall, Tianhuomen, Thousand Blades Pavilion, Star Shifeng, Wind Blade Ya, Cangmeng!
These nine sects have their own characteristics. Among them, the strongest overall strength is Cangmeng, but the leader of Cangzhou, with abundant resources and loose conditions. There are fifteen strong spiritual figures in the gate, and two immortal spiritual seals. territory!
Ziyinzong has the supreme qi condensing method, Thunder Cloud Pavilion has the secret realm of heavenly thunder, Wanjianshan majors in kendo, Dream Hall only accepts female disciples, suitable for practicing illusion secrets, Tianhuomen has the way of alchemy, and Qiandao Pavilion masters swords Dao, Xingshifeng, have a powerful body refining method, which can make the body like a star stone, wind blade's edge, and has a famous speed wind attack. It can be said that the nine major sects have their own specialties and are basically comparable.
At this time, before the admissions meeting officially started, there was already a teenager who couldn't help but eager to try. That was a chubby teenager who quickly climbed to the top of the mountain, deliberately ran to the basement of the Hall of Dreams, and looked at the pile of fairies. His eyes shined brightly, and he smiled cheeky: "Sister beauty, my name is Du Yuen Long. I have liked studying illusion since I was a child. I wonder if I can join Guizong and study illusion seriously?"
Those stunning women suddenly frowned and frowned, and a mysterious woman with a veil veiled her face coldly and scolded: "Don't accept men, don't make trouble, go down!"
After that, she waved her sleeves at random, and the long yarn flew out, containing a powerful force. It was instantly drawn to the fat man’s chest. The wretched fat man screamed, unable to control her body falling off the cliff, like a meat ball. When he rolled down, he had a thick skin, and he got up from the ground and patted ashes. There was no ass, and he muttered, "I'm kidding, I don't understand humor."
"Hahaha... funny fat guy!" A handsome young man in bright clothes shook his puff fan and laughed, and then everyone around him laughed together, mocking the fat guy's irresponsibility, and some young girls showed their scorn and contempt. Expression, secretly cursing the fat shameless person.
The little fat man Du Yuen Long didn’t care about the gaze around him. He sat cross-legged on the ground and drew a circle. While painting, he lowered his head and mumbled uncomfortably: "Smelly old man, I don’t want to join the sect at all, except for the Hall of Dreams. Where are there any beauties! But the fantasy dream hall does not allow me to enter..."
Suddenly a figure appeared behind him, pulling his ears: "What did you say, bastard?"
"Ah-my dear father, be forgiving!" The fat man begged for mercy, everyone laughed, and the nervousness on the court suddenly eased a bit.
At this time, there was a man and a woman holding hands in the crowd. The young man was very chic, tall and handsome, showing a gentleman style, while the young girl looked shy and sweet. The two stared together at the banner of Ziyinzong. , The eyes are full of expectation.
"Qingyue." The boy stopped the girl's waist in an instant, and the girl's face turned red with a "swish". The boy was full of arrogance and said with a firm tone: "Let’s join Ziyinzong together. I will take care of you. You have to trust me. Be my woman and I will make you proud!"
"Yeah." The girl murmured and nodded, naturally leaning against the chest of the arrogant boy, the scene was warm.
"Cough!" On the top of the mountain, a cough made the noisy crowd instantly quiet, and an old man in black robes glanced down lightly and asked in a condensed voice: "Luo Xingchen, Luoshenfu, can you be here?"
No one answered, but the crowd below was surprised, and couldn't help wondering, who is Luo Xingchen? How can you be called for a question
"Luo Xingchen..." Someone murmured, "Isn't that the five-year-old awakened ancestral line, famous for the mainland, and then turned into a useless kid?"
Suddenly everyone had an impression, and said secretly: So it was him!
At this time, Yin Liufeng and Song Qingyue who hugged each other changed their expressions and frowned. They were unwilling to hear the name. They involuntarily let go of their arms and stood quietly.
No one answered, the old man on the top of the mountain looked serious, silently scanned the circle below, and then solemnly said: "The admissions meeting, let's begin!"
"Cough cough! Let me give you a hand, let me give you a favor, old man, I love to watch the fun, don't grab it with me!" I saw an old white-haired old man hurriedly squeezing into the crowd, and immediately aroused the disgust of the people around him. He even couldn't help jumping out to beat him, but at the moment the nine major sects were all here, no one dared to make a mistake, the old man's speed was extremely fast, and he soon squeezed in front of the group of people.
"Hahaha... This is the nine major sects. They are stylish and stylish!" Feng Henxi patted his thigh with joyful gestures, looking at the nine major sects on the top of the mountain without any respect.
"Huh? Where's the pickled beggar, drive him out, don't disturb the meeting!" The black-robed old man frowned and said loudly.
Immediately behind him, an agile state with a sword was about to step out, and at this moment, suddenly a majestic figure stood in front of him. It was a middle-aged in purple shirt, and it was Yang Ye, the left envoy of Ziyinzong. He solemnly said: "Wait, Elder Deng, don't go down!"
"What do you mean? Do you recognize this old man?" The black robe old man curled his lips and said coldly.
Yang Ye's eyes were calm, and he said seriously: "I can confirm it, and I have seen his horror, so I specially kindly told you, this person, don't mess with it!"
"Is he strong?" The black robe old man was a little disdainful.
Yang Ye said in a deep voice, "At least, it's the Spirit Seal Realm, maybe even stronger!"
"Hiss—" The black robe old man shrank his pupils, and took a breath of air! He believed that Yang Ye couldn't deceive him in this kind of thing. He couldn't see any deceit in the eyes of the other party. He immediately stared at Fenghenxi sitting on the flat mountainside below with a somewhat horrified expression. His heart was ups and downs, and he was extremely jealous.
"Thanks for letting me know!" The old man in black robes clasped his fist, and Yang Ye waved his hand and said that he was very welcome.
Then, the representatives of the nine major sects gathered together and announced the official start of the conference. They began to throw their olive branches and shared the strengths and advantages of each force for everyone's reference.
Immediately there were young boys and girls, encouraged by their parents, one after another plucked up the courage to go up.
First, a fifteen-year-old girl walked into the hall of illusion, with a clear face, and said seriously: "Senior, I want to join the hall of illusion."
"Okay, then you first try to see if you can survive my illusion!" A beautiful and charming woman smiled slightly, looked at the girl with bright eyes, and the girl looked at her religiously, and she looked at her instantly. Becoming blurred, her breathing became rapid, a look in her eyes, she had fallen into the illusion.
Less than half of the incense sticks, the girl collapsed to the ground with a foolish face, and the Miao Man woman said indifferently: "The assessment failed, you go back!"
At the same time, the enrollment of the other eight major sects is also in full swing, each with its own methods, of which Qiandao Pavilion and Wanjianshan only need to show the swordsmanship and observe its essence. The Thunder Cloud Sect and Xing Shifeng were more brutal and bloody. One had to withstand the power of thunder and lightning, and the other had to withstand heavy punches to see if the physical body could not be able to fight. Therefore, those who failed the assessment were carried back with serious injuries.
Cangmeng’s enrollment slogan is more domineering and direct. In a word, those who consider themselves talented can enter. Cangmeng will be your place to spread your wings. Those who are not talented, don’t enter! Cangmeng will be your burial place!
In this way, no one has accepted the assessment of Cangmeng, all of them are talented and arrogant youngsters, it is very easy to select them again!
While the enrollment meeting was enthusiastically going on, a young man in Tsing Yi walked slowly from the bottom of the mountain, his eyes clear and firm, as if the stars were indestructible.
He walked slowly to the middle of the mountain, looked at the crowd in front of him, clasped his fists, and said loudly: "Junior Luo Xingchen, come at the order of the sect! Luo Xingchen is here!"
In an instant, everyone was stunned. Even the teenagers and sects who were being selected stopped one after another. Everyone's eyes swept towards this teenager, wanting to see how sacred he was!
"Wow! Reiki Realm! So strong!" A young girl murmured, "Isn't he a waste material that can't be cultivated?"
This sentence immediately attracted the attention of everyone, and they whispered: "Yes! Isn't he a waste? How is it possible that he has broken through the spiritual energy realm!"
"It's so strange, is it true that the rumors are false?"
"Has he met by chance?"
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All kinds of discussions were endless. At this time, Yin Liufeng, who was participating in the selection, had cold eyes, clenched his fists with a click, and endless anger emerged in his heart.
He has been cultivating earnestly since he was a child, until today, he has reached the spiritual energy realm, and is known as a true enchanting genius, Ke Luo Xingchen, he clearly knows that Luo Xingchen has been a waste of the early spiritual power realm in recent years ! Why did you catch up with him in an instant? He is dissatisfied!
"You must have taken some treasure medicine!" Yin Liufeng said to himself, his eyes were full of disdain. He can bear that Luo Xingchen is a madman, but he can't bear it if others dare not provoke him. Luo Xingchen is still a genius, so he I'm afraid there will never be a day before.
You know, what is his current talent compared to Luo Xingchen back then? He awakened his ancestral veins at the age of fifteen, and Luo Xingchen had already done it at the age of five! terror! He is an arrogant person and cannot accept this fact.
"Luo Xingchen, you are late, come to the top of the mountain and let the old man check it." The old man in the black robe of Wanjian Mountain said with a bit of excitement, as if he had seen a piece of treasure.
Luo Xingchen immediately took a dashing pace, stepped in the air, and dashed away under the eyes of thousands of people...