At night, when the last appraisal disciple walked out of the tower, it was already the crescent moon hanging in the sky and the stars hung high. This time the appraisal was extremely difficult and could not be passed without solid martial arts and tenacious will.

"Well, don't be discouraged if you fail the assessment. There is no shortcut in martial arts. The most important thing is the tenacity and will of a warrior. Only those who are determined by martial arts can become powerful martial arts powerhouses. I have the Dragon Elephant Pill here, and you each have one, so you can retreat by yourself. I hope that in the next assessment, you can become disciples of the inner sect." Elder Silver Crown's sleeves were floating, and he saw seven round blood-colored pills flying towards the seven people on the other side.

The seven people saw the dragon elephant pill flying from the air, reached out and grabbed it, then bent down and saluted, and headed to the dormitory of the outer courtyard. Although it was a pity that they could not become inner disciples, it was also an extremely good harvest to have a dragon elephant pill as compensation.

I believe that after their experience in the tower and their strength will improve with the Dragon Elephant Pill, they will become the inner disciples of Zhenwu.

Ren Yixun looked at Zhiwei's body leaving, and a calm expression appeared in his eyes. Although it was a pity that Senior Brother Zhiwei failed the assessment in the end, martial arts is a kind of self-cultivation and improvement, and cannot be controlled by others.

Shortly after they left, they saw two powerful warriors walking out of the inner courtyard. The two warriors were dressed in white, with a handsome face, wide eyebrows, and their pale yellow skin looked very energetic.

"Greetings to Master, Elder." The two bent over at the same time and respected the nine old men.

"Well. Liu Qing and Zhang Hua, you two will take your junior brothers and sisters to the wing room for temporary residence. Tomorrow, you will be worshiping the apprenticeship in the Zhenwu Hall, so you will all leave." Elder Yinguan waved his hand and said.

"Yes." Liu Qing and Zhang Hua retreated after hearing this, followed Ren Yixun and others, and walked towards the inner courtyard.

The next day, when a dazzling golden light lit up in the sky, sixty-five new disciples, including Ren Yixun, appeared in the Zhenwu Hall. There were two big characters on the plaque in front of the hall: "Zhenwu".

There is a stone chair below Zhenwu. The stone chair is simple and neat, giving people a sense of calmness and peace. On the stone chair, a middle-aged man is above, his eyes are bright like the sun, and his hair is neat and his clean face is exposed. He is the head of Zhenwu Hall, Minghua Zhenren.

Although Minghua's appearance is not pretty, it gives people a sense of simplicity and unpretentious security.

On both sides of Minghua Zhenren, five wooden chairs were lined up vertically, with people sitting on them, and there was a woman among them. Obviously, she never came about yesterday. The person in charge of the tutor's left hand was a white-haired old man wearing a silver crown. According to the introduction of Zhang Hua and Liu Qing yesterday, this person was named Chengen, and he was the chief elder of the inner court. He had a high status, was serious and very rigorous.

When Elder Chengen saw everyone coming, he tidied up his clothes and said, "The heads and senior brothers and sisters, I believe that after yesterday's assessment, the basic situation of this group of inner courtyard disciples is also clear. Now I will let them divide according to their realm. You can start selecting disciples."

As the words fell, sixty-five new disciples were arranged according to the martial arts realm, namely the ninth level of transport, eighth level, seventh level, sixth level, and fifth level. There were two disciples in the ninth level of transport, and three disciples in the eighth level. There were eight disciples in the seventh level, including Huang Youqi and Feng Yuansheng. There were twenty disciples in the sixth level, and the fifth level of transport was the most, occupying thirty-two people. Ren Yixun was one of them, which seemed extremely inconspicuous.

"Well, among these disciples who are in the ninth level of transport, I need one in Dongcheng Palace. Wu Xiao, are you willing to practice with me and worship me in my palace." Elder Chengen took a look at a disciple who is in the ninth level of transport.

Ren Yixun recognized this person, who was also considered a genius, with more than 380 pulse points in his body. When he first stepped into the "Inner Gate Hall", he was at the eighth level of the transport realm. After he came out, he was at the ninth level of the transport realm. Obviously, he had a breakthrough in the tower.

Soon, another disciple from the ninth level of the transport realm was selected and was taken to the second elder. Next was the eighth level of the transport realm, followed by the seventh level and sixth level of the transport realm. Feng Yuansheng and Huang Youqi joined the name of the female elder at the same time.

As time went by, the elders' eyes turned to the fifth level of the transport realm, and the pairs of eyes flashed with sharp light, as if they wanted to see through everyone's hearts.

"You, please worship my palace." An elder pointed to the fifth level of the transport realm and selected a young man with arrogant eyes.

"I do." The man nodded and agreed.

"Can you join my Beixuan Palace?" An elder pointed out and asked to another disciple at the fifth level of the transport realm.

"Disciple pays homage to the master." The disciple was overjoyed and directly bowed to the master.

Seeing a disciple disappear from the team, Ren Yixun's expression gradually changed. Originally, he was still calm and without any joy. But seeing that the people around him were fewer, only he stood here, he felt a sense of being unique.

Very unhappy.

As time passed, only three of the thirty-two disciples at the fifth level of the transport realm stood there, which seemed out of place/exclusive, and Ren Yixun was one of them.

"Well, since you don't choose, then I will accept these three disciples, Mushi Palace." Just as everyone was silent, the only elder above who did not take the initiative to choose a disciple spoke.

There was no surprise when this statement was spoken. It seemed as if it was normal. They nodded and agreed, looking at Ren Yixun, unable to understand it. This elder, Ren Yixun, had seen it, and was the old man in the Zhoutian realm he met in the alchemy room.

This old man always gave Ren Yixun a feeling of being unable to see through. At this moment, he felt a sense of speechless powerlessness, as if he was picked up and leftovers. This feeling was very uncomfortable.

"Well, since the disciples have finished choosing, I will retreat first." The old man stood up and took Ren Yixun and the other two, bowed to the head and retreated.

When the old man left, the elders showed helpless expressions on their faces, and even the head shaking his head slightly, saying in his heart: "Hey, this uncle. Forget it, let's just let him go. I don't think he can change his personality. Fortunately, he didn't ask for a genius this time."

In the wood and stone palace, Ren Yixun crossed the threshold with the old man's pace and came to a secluded place. Standing here, what he saw was a variety of medicinal materials, and even the air was filled with the fragrance of medicine, giving people a sense of calmness.

"Well, this is Mushi Palace. I am your master, Mushi. As you see, I plant a large number of medicinal fields here. The first thing you have to do every day is to fetch water from the mountain stream and water the fields." On the medicinal field, the elder Mushi touched his beard and said.

Then they ignored others and walked straight towards a house, leaving Ren Yixun and the other two with helpless expressions.
Chapter completed!