Except for Qianyun's order book, Qianyun Sect has never been so lively.

In addition to Elder Mingzong, the eleven elders in the sect who have disciples set up examination rooms on the mountain peaks where they teach, and fairly select the disciples who will go to Jueqing Suixinzhuang for the banquet.

The sect leader has already informed the elders that the content of the competition required by Ge Qingqing is cultivation, but disciples over forty years old are not allowed to participate in the competition. Therefore, the examination room set up by the elders is actually to select the young disciples with the highest cultivation level and the most able to fight.

I didn’t know this in the examination room, but I was shocked when I saw it. Because Qianyun Sect never participated in the battle on Yunxiu, there were very few disciples who could fight. Most of the disciples practiced health-preserving exercises to prolong life. , not only has low cultivation, but also poor attack methods.

Health-preserving exercises are also called lazy people's exercises. Its principle is to use energy to weave a small wheel with leaves in the Dantian, and then use special exercises to make the small wheel run and promote the energy in the meridians. Qi Jin circulates over and over again.

Reciting the mantra once will make the wheel rotate for half a month. After half a month, the wheel stops and you can recite the mantra again. When the wheel rotates, the practice proceeds automatically, and it does not affect what the practitioner wants to do.

However, the speed of practicing this kind of skills is very slow, and it depends entirely on the accumulation of time. No, all the disciples who practice this kind of skills in the examination room, those under the age of twenty are all in the Qi Controlling Realm, and all are close to the Qi Condensing Realm. At the age of forty, the only Qi Hua realm, when attacking, there is nothing but detonating waves of Qi.

The first person to select a disciple was Elder Mingsiju. She had been looking after Wentian Pavilion for many years and had the fewest disciples, a total of thirty-five.

In the examination room paved with Shi Tinghuo's technique, a dark brown flame rolled forward like a wheel. Wherever the flame wheel passed, the stone bricks cracked, and the continuous crackling sounds scared the faces of the disciples opposite. Bai, his body couldn't help but retreat.

Seeing that he was retreating to the edge of the examination room, the disciple finally mustered up the courage to break the boat and shouted loudly, urging his brilliance to come forward.

"Ha...ah..." As soon as the shouts started, they turned into exclamations in an instant. The disciple held his head and rolled out of the brilliance of the explosion of the flame wheel in disgrace, and fell outside the examination room.

"Senior brother is awesome, I can't compare... Oops!" The disciple got up and stood upright before saying a few words. An unopened long knife fell on his head and knocked him to the ground instantly.

He was suddenly dizzy, with stars in his eyes. He finally regained his composure, only to find that the long knife that hit him was his own weapon. It must have been knocked away when he received the attack.

The disciple quickly picked up the weapon, rubbed his head and hid in the crowd, causing laughter.

Elder Mingsiju jumped into the air, flew to the center of the examination room, turned around in circles, and floated down. His slender jade fingers brushed the pendant on his neck, and he slightly lifted the right side of his clothes, revealing his snow-white shoulders.

She cast a flirtatious look at the bottom of the examination room, raised her slender arms and put them on the shoulders of the victorious disciple, opened her red lips and announced loudly: "Guan Conghui wins, this time I will take him to the banquet."

While announcing, Ming Siju looked at Guan Conghui with a smile, slowly came closer and blew a breath on his face.

Guan Conghui couldn't help but his heart beat faster when he smelled the orchid fragrance. He stared at the stone bricks at the soles of his feet, trying to suppress his messy thoughts.

"Master is doing this again, my God!" Guan Conghui kept chanting silently, "Calm down, calm down, calm down, think more about the age of the master, calm down, calm down."

Among the elders, Elder Mingchengxi has the most disciples, and the cultivation of his disciples is also the most diverse. At this moment, the examination room set up by Elder Mingchengxi was densely surrounded by four to five hundred people, all of whom were his disciples.

"What are you two competing against? Get off!" Elder Ming Chengxi saw two disciples in the Qi Control Realm pushing a ball of Qi back and forth like a rubber ball, slapping the table hard and getting angry.

Elder Ming Chengxi set up a half-foot-high stand next to the examination room, placed tables and chairs on the stand, and then sat on it himself to watch the disciples compete.

"Master, don't be angry, please use tea." The speaker was a middle-aged man, holding a copper pot in his hand, with white steam coming out of the spout.

Elder Ming Chengxi glanced at him and sighed. This was his eldest disciple. He was the earliest to become a disciple and had the highest level of cultivation. He had already passed the threshold of Qi Yao Realm.

But this time at the banquet of Jueqing Suixinzhuang, Ge Qingqing set a requirement that the disciples he brought must be under forty years old. His eldest disciple was already over fifty, so no matter how high his cultivation level was, he would have no chance.

Soon two more disciples came up.

The two disciples stood at both ends of the examination room. After bowing and bowing, they began to do their exercises and invigorate their energy. They muttered words and made gestures in the air with their hands.

The disciple on the left moved his skills faster. He grabbed the ground with his palm, and a stone brick quickly floated up and hit the opposite side with his movements. The disciple on the right did not show weakness, moved sideways to avoid the flying stone brick, and then

They also grabbed stone bricks from the ground and threw them at each other.

The disciple on the left saw the stone bricks flying towards him, hurriedly dodged, and then continued to throw the stone bricks back.

After watching for a while, Elder Ming Chengxi covered his eyes, shook his head and sighed. He finally understood that these two disciples were practicing "Shi Tinghua's Twenty-Eight Methods". They had no other skills and could only act like

Throw the stone bricks here and there like a snowball fight.

"Hey, how come there are so many useless people? Where do they come from?" Elder Ming Chengxi waved his hand and drove the two disciples out of the examination room, rubbing his temples and sighing.

The eldest apprentice next to him picked up the copper pot from the small charcoal stove, added some hot water to the cup, and replied: "Master, you personally accept every disciple here."

"Me?" Elder Ming Chengxi was stunned for a moment, then shook his head in denial, "It's definitely not me. I recruit people carefully. Look, I know a few of them here."

Pointing his finger at the four to five hundred people below, Ming Chengxi felt his head hurt. There were so many people, and they were slowly competing two by two for how long.

Seemingly seeing the master's difficulty, the eldest disciple suggested: "Master, among the short ones, it's better to choose the taller one according to the realm. Get rid of those in the Qi Control Realm first. If there are still many people, then remove the Qi Condensation Realm disciples."

Ming Chengxi slapped the table: "That makes sense! Listen carefully, all those in the Qi Control Realm will go back!"

Compared to other elders' peaks that are fiercely contested, Elder Mingzong's Fangcao Peak is so quiet.

In the Fangcao Building, Master Ming Zong was sipping tea slowly, his eyes occasionally glancing at the apprentice who was practicing drawing spell patterns on the table.

At this time, there is a thick pile of white paper piled on the table, at least two feet high, and each piece of paper is covered with the same curse pattern. There are also white papers scattered everywhere around the table, which are also covered with curse patterns. This is

blown away by the wind.

Turn left, go down right, go straight up, and finish. Zheng Qiu picked up the pen and drew the entire curse pattern of the sword-blocking earthen figurines on the paper. Then he raised his head and glanced across the table.

"It's not fast enough. There are flaws at the end of the curse pattern." Master Ming Zong replied calmly and motioned for Zheng Qiu to continue practicing.
Chapter completed!