Xiang Xiu stood on the top of the peak again, and then looked down. For a cultivator of her level, a hundred years passed very quickly, almost like a blink of an eye.
Another hundred years have passed, and last time Shushan did not gain any outstanding disciples.
No true disciple has been promoted for a long time, and there are very few elite disciples. As for the promotion of the outer sect to the inner sect, this is the most basic condition for becoming a Shushan disciple, and there is really nothing to pay attention to.
Therefore, Xiang Xiu was a little worried. She and Qing Yu were in charge of the Shushan disciples. They had not found any outstanding people for such a long time, so they felt a lot of pressure.
"This is related to the reincarnation in the immortal world. Spiritual energy is thin and practice is not easy. It is difficult for practitioners to get ahead. Maybe it will be fine after waiting for reincarnation. Junior sister, don't worry, this day should not be far away." Qingyu thinks this is true.
My mouth is numb, I don’t know how many times I have done this.
But I have to say it, women are in need of comfort.
Xiang Xiu looked down, shook his head slowly and said: "The more this happens, the more you have to pay attention. If you can reincarnate in the fairy world and find people with superior talents and qualifications when the spiritual energy is thin, it will also be a blessing for Shushan.
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"It's too difficult..." Qingyu shook his head and said.
Xiang Xiu said nothing, but her eyes suddenly noticed a figure among the outer disciples.
That's a very strange looking person.
It's weird, maybe a little bit nondescript, but frankly speaking, this person is just too ugly.
The exposed skin is full of scars. Those scars must have been there for a long time. They have all grown on the flesh. Especially on his face, there is no intact place. His hair is sparse and clumps after clumps.
Yes, it’s like being bald but not bald.
"How could Shushan have such a disgusting disciple?" Senior Brother Qingyu also saw it and said in surprise.
The nauseating Xiang Que was standing outside the crowd. He suddenly felt that someone was watching him, so he suddenly raised his head and turned to look to his upper right.
Feeling it is one thing, being aware of it is another matter entirely.
His sight seemed to pass through Shu Mountain and then landed on the top of the mountain, but he saw nothing. The distance was too far, and there was a barrier on the top of the mountain that separated the mountain from the bottom. Ordinary cultivators could not see through it at all.
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Xiang Xiu was stunned for a moment, Qing Yu frowned and said, "This person is no more than a Xuanxian, how can his perception be so sharp?"
Based on the realms of the two of them, it is natural to tell at a glance that the disciple below has just stepped into the ranks of cultivation, and is only at the level of Xuanxian. He is the lowest group among the cultivators.
But it is quite difficult for a mysterious immortal to notice the gazes of two great saints.
"Maybe he is born with keen senses, and his six senses are different from ordinary people..." Qingyu explained again, shook his head and said: "The cultivation level is too low, he is only a Xuanxian, and the injuries on his body seem to be very serious, I am afraid that cultivation will also
Those who are greatly affected will have limited achievements!”
Xiang Xiu nodded. Qing Yu's judgment was very accurate. With such an injury, this person's realm would probably stop at that of the Golden Immortal.
As a result, both of them withdrew their gazes, no longer paying attention to what was happening below.
Xiang Que also turned around and murmured softly: "Standing so high, you are still on the top of the mountain. I heard that it is the holy land of Shu Mountain, so there should be some high-level people there. If you want to put it that way, they should come to me later."
Is it time for Liang to appear?"
To be the king, it must be more appropriate to appear under the spotlight.
At the same time, three elder-level figures flew in from a distance. One of them, an old man with an immortal appearance, looked at the group of elite disciples and asked in a deep voice: "Is there anyone who can resonate with the sword spirit in the sword pavilion?"
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For elite disciples to become true disciples, there are not that many rules and there is only one condition.
That is, you only need to exert all your strength to activate the sword intent in your body, attract the recognition of the sword spirits left by the ancestors and elders of Shu Mountain in the Peak Sword Pavilion, and then use them for your own use.
Although the conditions sound simple, at least it has been many years since there has been no elite disciple who can induce the sound of the sword spirit to appear.
It's the same this time.
All the elite disciples lowered their heads, and some even couldn't help but sigh.
Changjian Zhenren frowned and said: "Since when did Shushan accept such useless disciples? They don't even dare to try, so they just lower their heads? It's true that each generation is inferior to the last, don't you feel ashamed!"
The elite disciple's head drooped even lower.
But there were also people who blushed and walked out hesitantly. Then they bowed their hands to the Changjian Master and said with a sigh: "Brother, I am willing to give it a try. I also ask my uncle to protect me.
Protect the law to prevent the disciples from being backlashed by the sword spirit..."
"You can't even say anything, and you're still thinking about protecting the Dharma. Who gave you the courage to try it?" The three long strands of long beard on Changjian Zhenli's chin floated, and he said angrily: "Go back, I
Where is the time to waste on a disciple like you who doesn’t even have a strong Taoist heart?”
"Is there anyone else who can make it? Humph, it's so good. I don't even dare to try it. If you go out in the future, you won't dare to call yourself a Shushan disciple..."
The Kieba disciple was so frightened that he shrank his neck, took a few steps back, and hid himself in the crowd.
Xiang Que looked at this scene from a distance and thought that this elder's temper was quite fiery and straightforward, but I quite liked it.
Xiang Que also heard the little raccoon mention the conditions for being promoted to a disciple. There is only one elite who can reach the level of true disciple, but after thousands of years, no one has been able to achieve it.
"Is it just to induce the sword spirits in the sword pavilion to recognize their master?"
The little raccoon couldn't tell him how to identify him. He said he had no chance to live that day, so he didn't bother to ask.
Xiang Que raised his head again, still looking at the peak. A long line stretched out from his consciousness and flew straight towards the mountain. Then he passed through the barrier and saw the quaint sword pavilion behind Xiang Xiu and Qing Yu.
architecture.
At this moment, there was a sudden "buzz" in the sword pavilion.
The voice was very soft, but Xiang Xiu and Qing Yu heard it, and they turned around in disbelief.
The sword pavilion became silent again, as if nothing happened.
Quietly, both Qing Yu and Xiang Xiu realized that they had just hallucinated?
Chang Jian Zhenren at the foot of the mountain said with his hands behind his back towards the ranks of inner disciples in a bad tone: "Since there is no true inheritance, let's start the promotion of inner disciples to elites now. If you are confident, just pull out the sword. The sword test stone is there.
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The conditions for inner disciple promotion are not too outrageous and harsh, so not many people can meet them, but there are some.
All you need to do is draw a sword yourself and then pass a critical point on the sword test stone.
Xiang Que suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar.
When he first went to Qingshan Sect, there seemed to be such an assessment?