In the next two days, Zhu Changyang stayed in the workshop and only left the house after three meals.

And every time he left the room, Jun Su would appear on time as if he had turned on the X-ray pendant.

Later, Zhu Changyang became numb and no longer tried to reason with him. He could still chat with him for a few words on the way.

Jun Su is a handsome and dignified man, and he is not arrogant. If he didn't have the habit of being frivolous, he would be a handsome young man.

However, Jun Su never mentioned his origins, and Zhu Changyang did not ask any further questions.

In the world of cultivation, no one has any secrets. If you really want to investigate carefully, Zhu Changyang's own origins are even more outrageous and cannot be explained at all.

…

In the past two days, since Zhu Changyang has been in the workshop, the live broadcast camera automatically cut away, and the screen remained still above his room for most of the time.

[Piaomiao Continent] The popularity of the live broadcast room has also dropped a lot, but there are still Zhu Changyang's old fans who stick to the line, and some unscrupulous people even directly use the still pictures as the background of the chat and start a version chat in the live broadcast room.

[How long has it been? Why hasn’t the exam started yet? Wait online. Urgent]

[It’s almost there, there are less than 10 hours left, I have already set the alarm clock! 】

【00Are you all so free?!】

[Nonsense, we are worried about Changyang! Have you ever seen the parents outside the college entrance examination examination room? We feel the same as them! 】

[Come on, I’ve seen it all, they’re all obviously fun-loving people! All the college entrance examination candidates are expected to go to college. If nothing happens, the anchor will end up living on the street again. I suspect you are just waiting to watch the show.

!]

This situation continued until the morning of the third day. The live broadcast room, which had been cold for two days, finally bottomed out and the number of viewers rose sharply.

[Come, come, sisters, the results are finally released, my old mother is very anxious!]

[Selling melon seeds and cola antihypertensive medicine in the front row.]

[What do you think Changyang should do after he loses the election this time? Should he continue to look for the next sect that can take him in? 】

[There is no need to assume that Changyang will definitely lose the election, right?!]

[Otherwise, the sect test is to test the real magic weapon. The waste stone the anchor took has no spiritual power at all, and even blind people can't detect the magic weapon. 】

[Don’t you want more salt and flour? I’m getting hungry as I talk. Wait for me to unpack the potato chips first.]

Baigongmen's training ground is at the foot of the back mountain and covers an area of ​​about several acres.

At this time, there were dozens of people with different appearances and clothes on the trial field, who were the weapon refiners participating in the entry test this time.

Zhu Changyang and Jun Su were the last to sign up, so they stood at the back.

This was the first time Zhu Changyang saw the training ground of a cultivation sect and so many monks, and he couldn't help but look around curiously.

Probably because the behavior of this country bumpkin was so obvious, some people nearby couldn't help but look over.

Zhu Changyang looked at the person coldly and immediately laughed twice skillfully: "Haha, there are so many people."

The casual cultivator was silent for a moment and turned his head away calmly.

Zhu Changyang: "...Ah."

The head of the Baigong Sect and a group of elders stood at the top, with Chang Fengchi, as a junior, at the very edge.

The master's name is Chang Chunwu. Zhu Changyang heard a lot of gossip from the chef in the cafeteria these past two days. He learned that the master was over two hundred years old, so he always imagined that she looked like an old lady. Then he saw the real person.

, can’t help but be a little surprised.

Chang Chunwu looks very young, he looks less than thirty. He has bright eyes and white teeth. He and Chang Fengchi don't look like mother and son, but more like siblings.

However, Zhu Changyang quickly realized that he still had not adapted to the new world view and was habitually thinking based on previous experiences.

In fact, in the world of cultivation, a person's appearance and cultivation level should be inversely proportional, because the more talented a person is, the earlier he attains enlightenment, and the sooner he can achieve breakthroughs at a young age.

After breaking through the realm, one's lifespan will be shortened but the appearance will not change, so one will naturally stay young forever. This is one of the reasons why so many people work tirelessly to embark on the long road of cultivating immortality.

Although Baigongmen is a small technical school, the position of principal is not something that ordinary people can fill, so Chang Chunwu's cultivation is naturally quite good.

In Changchun, do not stand in rows with the elders and listen to the disciples in the deacon hall reporting the situation.

"...As of this morning, a total of nineteen people have abstained from voting, and a total of fifty-four works have been submitted. Please take a look at it."

Chang Chunbu nodded and turned his gaze to the west. Fifty-four magical artifacts have been neatly arranged according to the order of registration. Next, these works will be tested by the trial stone one by one.

Depending on the grade, the trial stone will shine with varying degrees of light.

Most of these magical weapons are mainly weapons, among which swords are the most common.

This is also a normal situation. After all, the products of weapon refiners have to be sold to monks from all walks of life. Looking at the market demand, the most popular weapons are always all kinds of weapons, especially sword cultivators.

But Chang Chunwu only took a cursory glance and frowned.

In the past few years, under Yong Zhoutian's strife, the number of people signing up to join Baigongmen has been declining year by year. This year's situation is obviously even worse. Not to mention the small number of people, the magic weapons handed in are also mediocre to the naked eye.

Chang Chunwu sighed softly in his heart and signaled to the elder of the deacon hall, who was also the deacon this time: "Let's start the inspection."

The elder deacon nodded, walked to the trial stone, and picked up the knife at the front. This knife was forged with great care, and the blade looked very sharp.

Someone on the field immediately exclaimed in a low voice: "Ah, is this made of high-quality black iron?"

Another person heard this and made a regretful voice: "There is actually a high-grade black iron. I arrived too late when I signed up, and I only got the medium one. It would have been better if it had been earlier."

As he spoke, the elder had gathered spiritual power in his palms and raised his sword to slash at the trial stone.

There was only a "crack" sound, and the trial stone did not move at all, that's all. Then, the blade of the knife trembled, and it was cut into three sections on the spot.

The whole place was silent.

The deacon's elder did not change his expression and only reported: "Lu Dayou, the test failed."

The weapon refiner named Lu Dayou couldn't hold back on the spot: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, how could this happen? I rushed all the way early and picked the best materials..."

The elder deacon turned a blind eye and continued to the next test unselfishly.

The trial went very quickly, because most of the magical artifacts were of poor quality, and fully half of them shattered as soon as they touched the trial stone.

Although the remaining ones were not broken, they did not have any bright spots. Many of them fell on the trial stone and only caused a faint halo.

After such inspection one by one, there are only a few works that meet the entry-level standards. This is because Baigongmen set the requirements low from the beginning.

Before I knew it, the sun was already dusk, the golden crow was half dark, and only the last three works were left beside the trial stone.

The third one from the bottom was a long sword, but seeing that the sword's body was sharp and discernible, as soon as the elder deacon picked it up, he felt a compelling sword light.

The elder deacon finally showed joy on his face and glanced at the field: "Shi Hou, you practiced this?"

Shi Hou is the only one in the Golden Core stage among the newcomers this time, and he is also a rare person with dual spiritual roots, so he has been secretly paying attention to him.

Sure enough, his works are clearly superior to others at first glance.

Shihou stepped forward, bowed his hands politely, and said with a smile, "That's right."

While speaking, he glanced at Chang Chunwu beside him with his peripheral vision. He had a clear goal this time and was heading straight for the master's direct disciple.

Chang Chunwu's only son has mediocre talent, so it's not difficult to guess her purpose of accepting a disciple.

Unfortunately, there was no change in Chang Chunwu's face, he was still indifferent.

Shi Hou felt a little displeased. The Baigong Sect was already in this situation, yet Chang Chunwu still pretended to be like this.

He is completely sure that there is no one who is still coming to Baigongmen to sign up now, and it is impossible for anyone to be better than him.

Therefore, he was not in a hurry on the day of registration and waited until the last minute. However, he did not expect that two more people would come later.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the last two remaining works, secretly laughing that he really made a fuss that day.

At that time, he thought that the young sect leader would look at the two of them differently, so it would be a good idea to take precautions against them.

Now that I think about it, Chang Fengchi is just a loser, and the person he likes is no big deal.

When he was distracted, the elder deacon had already picked up the sword he had made and slashed at the trial stone.

There was a crisp sound of gold and stone colliding together, and the trial stone bloomed with bright red light, brighter than ever before.

The elder deacon showed admiration on his face: "It's very good, of middle-grade quality."

You must know that most of these new weapon refiners are just getting started, and they are already pretty good at refining magic weapons. The best one in the front has only been able to refine low-grade weapons.

If nothing unexpected happens, Shi Hou should be the first place this time.

Other contestants showed envy.

Shi Hou was very humble: "I accept the concession."

In fact, his real strength does not stop there, but if he wants to become a disciple, it is not appropriate to act too strong all at once.

Anyway, it’s enough to cope with Baigongmen.

The elder deacon was really satisfied. He glanced at the sword a few more times, then turned his attention to the last two items, and then his expression turned confused.

He looked at Chang Fengchi: "Fengchi, it's your decision to bring these two in. They haven't tested their spiritual roots yet, right?"

Since the jade jade for measuring spiritual roots requires the approval of the deacons and elders before it can be taken out, Chang Fengchi greeted him in advance.

Chang Fengchi coughed lightly: "Exactly."

Although he was the one who let him in, he is actually very confused now. What are these two people doing?!
To be continued...