A man with a mustache sat there, with a table in front of him. He didn't even raise his head, and he asked a few questions to every person he passed.
When it was Wu Bei's turn to step forward, he asked: "How old are you?"
Wu Beidao: "Twenty-three."
"realm."
"Pure Yang Realm."
"Have you joined other sects before?"
"No, I'm just trying to practice by myself."
Mustache couldn't help but raise his head. He was a Pure Yang Earth Immortal at the age of twenty-three, so he must have very good qualifications!
After sizing Wu Bei up a few times, Mustache asked: "Why do you want to join the Heaven and Earth Sword Sect?"
Wu Bei smiled honestly: "I heard that the Heaven and Earth Sword Sect is a first-class sect and very powerful. I have been practicing on my own since I was a child, with no one to guide me. If I want to become a strong person, I have to join a big sect like the Heaven and Earth Sword Sect."
Mustache was very satisfied with his answer and said: "Your qualifications should be very good. When you go over there, they will question and test you in detail. If there are no problems, you will be our new disciple of the Tiandi Sword Sect."
Wu Beidao: "Thank you very much."
He came to a place where seven people were already standing. Some were in the Yuanshen realm, some were in the Pure Yang realm, and the tallest one was already an immortal in the realm of divine transformation.
The realm of the Earth Immortal is divided into four phases. The first phase is the Spiritual Transformation Period, which includes five realms, namely Yuanshen, Pure Yang, Divine Transformation, Incarnation, and Spiritual Transformation. Generally speaking, Divine Transformation is a threshold, and there are many
If a person is stopped, he will not be able to break through for the rest of his life.
The divine transformation monk's eyes were cold, and he looked at Wu Bei and the others with contempt. Among the eight people, he had the highest cultivation level. No wonder he looked down on people. In the realm of divine transformation, there is a saying that there are ten changes and six idiots. In other words, after the divine transformation,
About 60% of monks will become idiots or lunatics, and the risk is quite high.
As a monk who has passed the threshold of "divine transformation", he indeed has the capital to be proud of.
"What do you call this brother?" A short, white-faced monk greeted Wu Bei.
Wu Bei smiled and said: "My name is Zhang Xiaobei."
The fat monk looked kind and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, my younger brother's surname is also Zhang, Zhang Chonglou."
The monk who had transformed into a realm was tall and thin, with his head held high. When he saw Wu Bei and Zhang Chonglou greeting him, he snorted and said, "Childish!"
Wu Bei asked: "Are you talking about me?"
The magical monk stared at him coldly: "Yes, I'm talking about you."
Wu Bei smiled "hehe": "It's okay, you can just say what you want."
The divine monk sneered and turned away haughtily.
He asked Zhang Chonglou: "Brother Chonglou, I heard that there will be a test soon?"
Zhang Chonglou smiled and said: "Yes. The first step is to ask questions and make sure we are not telling lies. After all, when we open the door to recruit people, it is easy for enemies to sneak in, so this step is very critical. The second step is the formal test. Test it first.
Yuanshen, take another physical test, and finally test your strength. Earthly Immortals like us generally don’t have a big problem, and we can at least get one outer disciple."
Wu Bei asked: "What is the question of mind?"
Zhang Chonglou: "I heard that you need to drink a medicine and then undergo deep hypnosis. In this way, no matter what secrets you have, you will tell them without reservation."
Wu Bei was secretly vigilant, thinking about how to get through this hurdle later.
Not long after, a middle-aged man came over. He glanced at everyone and said, "Follow me."
Wu Bei and others followed the middle-aged man to a courtyard. There were several disciples of the Tiandi Sword Sect in the courtyard. There was a table in the middle, and eight bowls of medicine were placed on the table.
The middle-aged man said: "Drink the medicine first."
Wu Bei glanced at it and knew what the medicine was made from. So he secretly took out some medicinal materials and put them in his palm. With a little force, the medicinal power in the medicinal materials seeped into his blood. These medicinal powers were just enough to neutralize the decoction.
hypnotic effect.
Eight people came forward one after another, and each drank a bowl of medicine.
After drinking the medicine, the eight people's eyelids were sunken and their eyes were dull. Of course Wu Bei was pretending, he was the only sober one among the eight people.
A woman came out, and he walked up to eight people in turn, used hypnosis on them, and asked some questions. These questions were answered by them before. If the answers were inconsistent between the two times, it meant that there was something wrong with the person.
After asking all eight people, the woman nodded to the middle-aged man and said, "No problem."
The man then ordered people to bring eight more bowls of medicine, and asked Wu Bei and others to drink it. After drinking the second bowl of medicine, several people woke up one after another.
The middle-aged man had a smile on his face and said: "You are all honest, which is good. Next, you have to take three tests."
When we arrived at another courtyard, there were several instruments placed in the courtyard.
The middle-aged man said: "The first item is to test the quality of the soul. You just need to stand in front of this ancient mirror, and then release the soul."
The god-turned-monk was the first to step forward. He was concentrating on it, making formulas with both hands, and mumbling words. After half a minute, a primordial spirit burst out from his head. His primordial spirit was as big as a fist, translucent, and primordial.
The god looked timid, as if he was not used to leaving his body.
Seeing his Yuanshen, the middle-aged man frowned slightly. Although this man had transformed into a god, his Yuanshen was too weak, at most a fourth-grade Yuanshen.
Sure enough, three words appeared on the mirror: Fourth Grade Lower!
He waved his hand: "Okay, next one."
The divine monk bowed to the middle-aged man and strode aside. The pride on his face had disappeared. After all, a fourth-grade Yuanshen really had nothing to be proud of.
Then there are the second and third people. The souls of these people are not strong, the small one is only as good as a walnut, and the big one is only as big as a fist. The best quality of their souls is that of Zhang Chonglou, a third-grade man.
The middle-aged man became more and more disappointed. When it was Wu Bei's turn, he said, "It's your turn."
Wu Bei's was the Supreme Soul. He didn't want to be too ostentatious, so he only released a projection of his Soul. This projection was only one percent of the strength of his Soul.
Even so, Wu Bei's Yuan Shen is already very powerful. When his Yuan Shen comes out, he is more than five meters tall, with runes all over his body flashing and a myriad of brilliance.
Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned. The middle-aged man was so shocked that he almost sat down on the ground and immediately shouted: "Quick, please invite the sect master!"
Some disciples left in a hurry, while the middle-aged man stared blankly at the soul released by Wu Bei, his expression extremely excited.
Wu Bei was also surprised that a soul with only 1% strength could be so high-profile!
The middle-aged man's face was full of smiles, and he asked: "Is your name Zhang Xiaobei?"
Wu Bei: "Yes."
The middle-aged man nodded: "My name is Liu Yifeng, you can call me Elder Liu."
Wu Bei: "Yes, Elder Liu."
Wu Bei looked honest, honest and very lovable. Elder Liu nodded and stared at the ancient mirror.
But after a long time, Gu Jing still didn't respond. He couldn't help but wonder, could something go wrong?
At this moment, a man in white clothes suddenly appeared. He could not tell his age. He looked like a man in his thirties or in his fifties.
The man in white put his hands behind his back, stared straight at Wu Bei's soul, and suddenly smiled: "I didn't expect there to be such a genius in the lower world!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a line of words appeared on the ancient mirror: A kind of top-notch soul!
Liu Yifeng took a breath of cold air. He suddenly knelt on the ground and said to the man in white: "Congratulations, sect leader! He is a top-notch soul, which shows that his soul still has a lot of room for improvement! The new disciple Zhang Xiaobei has a bright future.
Infinite!"
The sect leader laughed "haha": "Excellent!"
Wu Bei accepted the soul and said quickly: "I have met the sect master."
The man in white smiled and nodded: "Well, Zhang Xiaobei, did you condense your soul by yourself?"
Wu Bei: "Yes, Sect Master, I once entered an immortal mansion with some cultivation resources. I was lucky enough to successfully condense my soul there."
The man in white nodded: "This is your luck. Very good, you continue to take the test!"
This chapter has been completed!