After the introduction of the three teachers on the stage, the prospective students in the audience began to chatter about who they should choose to be their masters. Apparently they had forgotten that the three teachers would not take in all the people in the square. In previous years, there would only be three at most.
Just one part.
Shang Feng talked to the three teachers for a while, giving the students in the audience time to think...
"Wudi, which master do you choose?" Ling Wuwei asked.
Ling Wudi glanced at the people on the stage. The martial arts master had black hair and a big beard. Ling Wudi's first impression was one word, stupid.
Lu Daoqing, the literary cultivator, was thin and small. He glanced at the students below from time to time as he spoke. The city was deep enough, but Ling Wudi had already seen that it was impossible for his body to cultivate internal power... Those hidden weapons and other things were all emitted by internal power.
, I'm afraid I am powerless...
And Gan He, who was in charge of spiritual cultivation, with white hair, white eyebrows and silver beard, was listening to Shang Feng and the other two teachers talking, closing his eyes as if to rest his mind... looking calm and composed.
"Lingxiu, that old man..." Ling Wudi finished sweeping the stage, turned to Ling Wuwei and said.
Ling Wudi didn't notice when she turned her head. After she said this, Gan He on the stage immediately opened his eyes and glanced at her...
Although Ling Wudi said so, she knew that the master chose them because the master chose them. Her appearance might be a bit dangerous...
Ling Wuwei frowned when he heard Ling Wudi's choice and said, "Wudi, I heard that few people went to spiritual training in previous years..."
Ling Wudi glanced at Ling Wuwei but didn't say anything. It's better if there are fewer people. Can she be chosen if there are more people? Just kidding!
When Ling Wuwei saw that Ling Wudi stopped talking, he didn't ask any more questions. After all, although these three sisters and he were of the same father, they had very little contact in childhood. Now this is already good... Besides, everyone has their own ambitions, and he also has
It's not good to influence other people's thoughts.
Shang Feng exchanged greetings with several teachers on the stage and asked, "Do you want the three teachers to start?"
Shang Jianyuan laughed and said: "Haha, this year's seedlings are all very good, let's get started, let's start, I will choose a few good apprentices!"
Lu Daoqing narrowed his eyes and said, "Well... I think it's pretty good too..."
Only Gan He said: "I'm afraid I won't be able to pick one out..."
When the other three heard what Gan He said, they felt at ease. After all, most of the students here came to study martial arts and literature, and very few people studied spiritual cultivation. Gan He's words like this were also true.
normal.
But then again, in this continent where martial arts is revered, who doesn’t want to be a person above others? Unless you are extremely talented in learning spiritual cultivation, how many people can reach the level of his poison-healing master?
Shang Feng got the permission of the three teachers and said loudly: "Now let's start the selection. Those who want to learn from that master should stand in front of the teacher. The teacher will give you questions. If you pass, you will be left by the teacher himself."
Guidance, if you can’t pass, go to a university and study for a year. You’ll still have a chance to take the exam at the end of the year! Let’s get started!”
The people standing under the stage were all the young ladies of first-class officials. Naturally, no one wanted to be squeezed out and enter some university with the miscellaneous people in those places. If they were squeezed out, they would be ridiculed. I'm afraid my parents would
His face became even duller.
So the gentlemen and ladies below consciously silenced their voices, and started to divide their ranks with serious expressions...
After a while, the three rows of people were already standing in separate rows... Shang Feng and other officials were responsible for counting the number of people, and looked at Gan He, who was in charge of spiritual cultivation, awkwardly...
"There are 38 martial arts cultivators, 21 arts cultivators, and one spiritual cultivator..." Shang Feng read on the stage.
Suddenly everyone around them turned their attention to Gan He's only student - Ling Wudi!
Ling Wudi stood there with an indifferent expression, but a few faint snickers from around him still caught his ears... No need to ask, he was laughing at himself for being ugly...