"Luo Geng, you bastard, how dare you push my mother?!" The person who spoke was the son of the woman with a loose mouth, named Wu Tielong. He was only twelve or thirteen years old, but his height was close to that of an adult. He was born with a strong back and a strong waist.

A master who is not easy to mess with.

Although the boy named Luo Geng was also very afraid of Wu Tielong, he firmly said: "She deserves it, she insulted my grandma!"

When Wu Tielong saw Luo Geng's stubborn look, he became even more angry. He raised his hand as if to hit him. Wu Tielong's teeth would probably fall out after Wu Tielong slapped him. Luo Geng knew this, but out of fear, he

There was no way he could move his legs to avoid the slap. He closed his eyes subconsciously, but the pain he expected did not come.

"Stop." A female voice shouted.

Luo Geng opened his eyes and saw that Wu Tielong's slap seemed to be caught by an invisible hand and stopped in mid-air, unable to be swung down.

"What's going on?" the village chief thought in a hoarse voice.

Luo Geng's eyes were sore. There were many people in the village who looked down on their family, but there were also some who were kind to them. The village chief was one of them. As long as he could remember, the village chief had been helping his family.

After meeting the village chief, he felt even more aggrieved and said: "Wu Tielong's mother united with others to bully my grandma!"

The village chief's eyes roamed around the people. When he saw their eyes dodge, not daring to look directly at him, he knew what was going on. After so many years, these people were still like this. Widow Luo's family was innocent and also victims.

, why don’t they understand this truth?

"How unbecoming of you are you to make such a big deal about such a big thing as the Immortal recruiting disciples!" the village chief sternly lectured, "If I find out about such a thing again, I will disqualify you from participating!"

When everyone heard this, they lowered their heads and did not dare to do it again. This was an opportunity to become a god, and no one wanted to lose it.

"Thank you." Luo Geng whispered as Yu and the others left.

It was Yu who stopped Wu Tielong from beating Luo Geng just now. At this time, she couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth slightly. The conflict that just happened could not escape the control of her consciousness. She could only do it with a little effort, but this child was quite sensible.

"Is this an ancestral hall? Why are there so many tablets of people with different surnames?" Mu Duanya discovered something was wrong as soon as he entered the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall in Wuming Village is a bit special. It worships several ancestors with different surnames at the same time. It looks more like a place in a sect to pay homage to heroic monks.

Wen Liang looked at it and said, "This place looks like a place to pay homage to the heroes and martyrs of the sect."

Yu Ye said: "By the way, the villagers in Wuming Village also have many kinds of surnames."

The village chief smiled and said: "Because the village has multiplied to this day, although the surnames are different, everyone in the village is more or less related by blood, so we gathered the ancestors to worship together, but not everyone died.

Everyone can enter the ancestral hall."

Wen Liang became interested when he heard this: "Oh?"

"Only those who have made significant contributions to the village can enter the ancestral hall to enjoy incense and offerings after their death...including those who sacrificed to the Lord of the Land..." The village chief's eyes drifted to it.

On a spiritual tablet.

All three of them noticed that the name on the spirit tablet was Feng Shulan.

They all sighed quietly.

"Okay, now that everyone is here, let's get started." Mu Duanya said.

Wen Liang nodded and used his spiritual power to amplify his voice: "Please line up and come forward for testing. Those with spiritual roots can stay and practice immortal magic with us."

The villagers were even more excited when they heard this, and each one of them had begun to imagine how high-spirited they would be if they learned the magic of immortality.

However, the reality is always cruel. Seeing that two-thirds of the villagers have been tested by the spirit board, but none of them have spiritual roots. The village chief remembered what Yu San said before that there may not be anyone in their village who has spiritual roots. As a person with cultivation qualifications, he only felt that his heart was being pulled tightly.

The longer time goes by, the more despair prevails.

After most of the villagers were declared to have failed the test, they realized that practicing immortal magic was not as simple as they thought. The special features they were proud of were completely invisible in the eyes of the three little gods. Very special, they are not qualified to practice immortal magic at all, and they are not qualified to be the same people as them...

The atmosphere gradually became heavy, but no one left because they wanted to know what kind of person is worthy of becoming a god.

"Senior brother, Yu!" Mu Duanya suddenly shouted in surprise, "Look!"

The Ouija board in Mu Duanya's hand was flashing four colors of light: gold, green, blue, and yellow. Although it was weak, it was like a flame in the dark night, illuminating the dark unknown village.

The person who caused the Ouija Board to emit fluctuations was the first person they met when they came to the Wuming Village, the escaped young man named Wu Yang.

The village chief saw this and said excitedly: "Little fairy, this is...this is!"

Mu Duanya smiled and said: "It's just what you think. He has the qualifications to cultivate immortality. Although it is not very good, he can cultivate immortality."

When the village chief heard this, he was overjoyed and said: "God bless, God bless! There is still hope for our Wuming Village!"

Seeing the appearance of the village chief and the little gods, the villagers didn't know what was going on. Although they were a little jealous of Wu Yang's good luck deep down, they couldn't help but be happy for him. Their village was about to give birth to a fairy. Got it!

"I just told you that Wu Yang is an unusual child since he was a child." The speaker was actually the widow of the Huo family who chased and beat Wu Yang that night.

One person revealed it disdainfully: "Hey, come on, you were the one who called him a bastard and a rogue monkey before."

Widow Huo said sarcastically: "Then I'll just talk about him. It shows that I think he is different from ordinary people."

"Pfft, I'm afraid it's because of that kid's father. You and Wu Yang's father weren't childhood sweethearts. If Wu Yang's mother hadn't stepped in, maybe Wu Yang would have been your and Wu Sheng's child." An elderly man said. the old woman said.

When the past events were revealed, Widow Huo looked a little depressed: "Bah, bah, bah, how you talk, that is all in the past. If you say another word, I will sew your mouth shut!"

The old woman knew that Widow Huo was a shrewd woman, so she shut her mouth when she saw this.

Luo Geng looked at Wu Yang's figure with envy in his eyes. If only he could be like him, grandma's waist would be straightened, and no one in Wuming Village would dare to bully them anymore.

He clenched his fists and walked in front of Yu. It was finally his turn, he must...must pass!
Chapter completed!