Zhu Changyang didn't know that his unintentional interaction with Xiaoxiannan had caused a little stir in the live broadcast room in another world, and he was still thinking about how to persuade this buddy later.

He first announced his name and then asked what the other person's name was.

The little fairy man was now in a better mood, chatting happily, and said: "My name is Jun Su, a gentleman is like a jade, and he is as fleeting as Su Su for thousands of years."

"Jun Su." Zhu Changyang repeated in a low voice, complaining in his heart that this person was not worthy of his name. He should be called Peng Ci Su.

He asked: "It's getting late now, don't you need to go home?"

Pengcisu: "Oh, I don't have a home."

Oh, that’s not surprising, it’s the world of cultivation.

Zhu Changyang changed his words: "Where is your sect?"

"nor."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Nothing, just strolling around...but something happens now."

Zhu Changyang:?

It felt like this sentence had an ominous aura directed at him. He was about to ask more questions when Jun Su said again: "The place has arrived."

Zhu Changyang looked intently, and sure enough he saw a red lacquer door painted with strange patterns. Outside the door was a long staircase, which was the Baigong Gate.

Baigongmen is not ranked high in Piaomiao Continent, but it has a long history. It occupies a large area in the east of the town and stretches to the outskirts. It also has its own hilltop.

At this time, the Golden Crow has fallen, leaving only the last outline, and the twilight is dim.

The deacon disciple who was in charge of registration outside the door was packing his things. Chang Fengchi came down from the stairs and asked: "How is the registration status today?"

"Young Master." Several disciples nodded to him in greeting, then looked at each other in confusion.

One of them said: "It's not full."

Chang Fengchi sighed, with a worried look on his face.

Baigongmen is located in an impeccable location. It seems to be in a good location, but the actual situation is very embarrassing.

Because to the north is Yong Ritian, the largest weapon refining sect in the Piaomiao Continent, Miao Zi, a slightly talented weapon refining master nearby, was naturally absorbed by it first.

Especially in the past two years, Yong Ritian has been very ambitious and has encroached on a lot of territory in the south.

Under its squeeze, Baigongmen's situation gradually became difficult. This difficulty was not only reflected in recruiting new people, but also in business.

While the scale of Yongjitian has expanded, the number of magical artifacts it produces has also greatly increased.

Baigongmen is not as good as Yongjutian in refining weapons. Even if it is a magical weapon with the same functional level, buyers will give priority to Yongjutian. After all, it is a big brand.

As a result, more weapon refiners gave priority to defecting to Yongjitian.

After such a vicious cycle, Baigongmen cannot help but feel it is difficult. This year, the number of people expected to be selected for the primary election was not even filled.

Seeing that Chang Fengchi was worried, the deacon's disciples quickly comforted him: "But a man with double upper-grade spiritual roots came here just now, and he has already reached the golden elixir stage. The elder said that he has a good chance of becoming the master's direct disciple."

"Really?" Chang Fengchi suddenly perked up and hurriedly flipped through the roster, "Which one, let me see."

"This is alms." Seeing him so happy, the deacon's disciples felt a little sad in their hearts.

Their young sect leader is good at everything else, but his talent is mediocre. As the only son of the sect leader, he just succeeded in building a foundation last year.

The leader probably saw that he would not be able to take on the important responsibilities of the Baigong Sect in the future, and now that the sect was deteriorating, he decided to accept another direct disciple.

Regarding this decision, Chang Fengchi not only was not unhappy at all, but also strongly supported it and even ran in and out to help.

It was also because of this broad-mindedness that even though he was not very talented, all his disciples were very convinced of him.

Chang Fengchi scanned the list, remembered something, and asked: "By the way, is there anyone who carries a two-wheeled vehicle to sign up today?"

"No." The deacon disciple shook his head, wondering what the young master was talking about. How could there be a two-wheeled car?

Chang Fengchi frowned slightly, could it be that the brother still didn't catch up?

Just at this moment, a voice suddenly shouted from the side: "Wait a minute!"

Zhu Changyang sprinted for 100 meters, then stopped suddenly, and gasped: "I, I want to sign up."

The deacon's disciples' eyes were dazzled when they saw two young men riding on a strange-looking iron frame and stopped in front of them.

Deacon disciple: “…”

There really is a car with two wheels!

Chang Fengchi's eyebrows relaxed: "I thought you didn't catch up."

Zhu Changyang didn't expect to see Chang Fengchi again so soon. He was stunned at first, but soon realized that he was from Baigong Sect.

He smiled sheepishly: "There was an accident on the road, which delayed us for some time."

As he spoke, he used his peripheral vision to glance at Pengcisu, who was still nailed to the back seat.

The person involved seemed unaware, but Chang Fengchi noticed Jun Su, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Such an outstanding appearance was rare in the entire Misty Continent.

Chang Fengchi couldn't help but ask: "Is this also here to sign up?"

When he saw this man sitting in the back seat of a long-distance carriage, he thought that the two of them had known each other for a long time and had come together on the way.

Zhu Changyang was about to deny it, but Jun Su glanced at the bicycle under his buttocks, nodded first, and said casually: "Then I'll retaliate."

Zhu Changyang slowly turned his head, the ominous feeling just now came true! This guy really wants to fight to the end!

Chang Fengchi didn't notice the difference in his expression. After hearing this, he asked the deacon's disciples to register their names.

The deacon disciple showed a troubled look on his face: "Young Master, the jade jade used to measure spiritual roots has been returned to the warehouse."

When recruiting newcomers to a cultivation sect, they must first test their spiritual roots. Only when their spiritual roots meet the basic standards can they be admitted, Baigong Sect is no exception.

However, the jade used to measure spiritual roots is very valuable and is usually stored in the warehouse. When it is used, it must be taken out by the elder in charge of the warehouse.

Just now they saw that it was getting late and it didn't look like there were still people coming to sign up, so they put the jade away. If they wanted to use it now, they had to go to the elder to apply for it to be taken out. Unfortunately, Elder Jin, who was in charge of the warehouse, had just left because of something.

Chang Fengchi pondered for a while and said: "Then let's not test the spiritual roots first. Anyway, there will be a round of small tests. After the small test, we can make up for the spiritual roots."

This approach was somewhat unruly, but nowadays the Baigong Sect was in dire need of talents. Seeing that Zhu Changyang seemed to have some ingenuity, he decided to make some accommodations.

The young sect master said this, and the deacon disciples naturally had no problem with it. The number of people registered today was not full, and they had extra rooms for first-timers, so they opened the roster to register the information for the two of them, and then said: "Follow me.

Bar."

Zhu Changyang squinted at someone who was still nailed on the back seat: "Friend, it's time to get out of the car."

Jun Su reluctantly jumped down and pouted: "Tsk, stingy."

Zhu Changyang ignored his complaints, put away his bicycle, and went up the steps with the deacon's disciples.

The deacon disciple said as he walked: "I will take you to select the materials now. I will have two days for you to refine the weapon as a work for the introductory test..."

Zhu Changyang was stunned: "Introductory test?"

The deacon disciple explained with a smile: "You are lucky. The master wants to recruit a disciple personally this year, so he added a round of testing..."

As Zhu Changyang walked and listened to the deacon's disciples explaining the rules, his heart slowly cracked.

This test sounds very simple. The Baigongmen provides materials to the candidates, and the candidates produce works within a limited time. After the works are screened, they can be officially admitted. Those who are excellent will have the opportunity to be promoted to the principal's disciples.

In modern times, this is the requirement for entry-level elementary school students, but Zhu Changyang is a complete illiterate in the world of cultivation, and such a test is enough to screen him out.

Zhu Changyang secretly sighed at his bad luck, but his face remained calm and composed, and he quickly thought about how to get through this.

Just as he was thinking about it, the deacon disciple waved to a room with firelight in the distance and shouted: "Junior brother, don't close the door yet, I have two more people here."

Shi Hou had just finished selecting the materials to be used and was about to leave when he suddenly heard this shout. He couldn't help but wonder. He had just seen the people from Baigongmen taking away the jade jade for measuring spiritual roots. It was supposed that he should be the last one.

One person signed up.

The man from the Baigong Sect who was responsible for leading him also had the same question and shouted back: "Why is there still someone here?"

In front of outsiders, the deacon disciple couldn't say much, so he could only vaguely reply: "It was the young master who took the decision."

When the man heard this, he understood that the young master was a good person, so it was not surprising. He didn't ask further questions and turned to look at Shi Hou: "You have finished choosing, right? Then I will take you back to your room."

Shi Hou's eyes flashed, he pursed his lips and smiled: "Sorry, I just got a new inspiration and want to change some materials. Is that okay?"

Shi Hou is the one with the best spiritual roots among those who signed up today. The elders are optimistic that he will become the leader's disciple. The disciple who leads the way is also a little more patient with him. Hearing this, he said politely: "Of course."

As soon as Shi Hou left, Zhu Changyang and his party also arrived at the place.

The deacon disciple opened the door and said, "You can choose for yourself. You can use all the materials inside, but each person can only take twenty items."

The sunlight has completely disappeared, and the surroundings are dark.

Zhu Changyang glanced at the dark room and asked, "Brother, can you help me light a lamp? It's too dark to see clearly."

The deacon's disciple was confused: "Don't you know how to use spiritual fire?"

That's a good question, please don't ask it again next time.

Zhu Changyang asked back: "You didn't stipulate that you must know spiritual fire, right?"

Deacon disciple: “…”

Spiritual fire is the most basic skill for every weapon refiner. Without spiritual fire, it is difficult to refine materials rich in spiritual energy. This is why mortal craftsmen can never compare with weapon cultivators.
To be continued...