However, the face of the foundation-building old man changed, and he frowned and said, "The elixir specified for this task is already full."
"Eh~~"
Fang Yang was a little confused. He had been guarding here for a long time.
And even though he left midway, he attracted the attention of those around him.
During the confirmation period, no one came to complete this task, which made Fang Yang quite confused.
"Senior, have you read it wrong? I've been keeping watch nearby!" Fang Yang asked in confusion.
"What's keeping you nearby? Is the mission I assigned unclear?"
When the old man Zhuji saw that Fang Yang was not giving in, he even got a little angry and said, "I said it's useless!"
As he spoke, he released powerful spiritual pressure, causing Fang Yang to take three steps back before stopping.
Only then did a disciple of the ninth level of Qi training slowly walk over.
This man was about twenty years old, with a somewhat sallow complexion, possibly due to practicing a secret technique. His pair of triangular eyes revealed a ruthless personality.
The young man walked over and smiled at the foundation-building monk: "Master Chen, thank you very much for helping me reserve a seat. These are thirty bottles of third-level elixirs. I almost forgot about them when I went to Liuli Immortal City with my ancestor these days.
It’s sect time.”
"Not too late, not too late, nephew Zhao Xian came just in time!" the old man surnamed Chen said with a smile.
The old man even had a lot of flattery on his face.
Fang Yang understood immediately. Although the foundation-building monk was bending the law for personal gain, he did not dare to make a mistake and had to swallow his anger and retreat.
"Huh~~ A casual cultivator wants to get ahead of me! What a joke!" The monk surnamed Zhao snorted coldly at Fang Yang, showing a look of disdain.
When the nearby monks saw this situation, they all looked angry, but unfortunately this monk Zhao seemed to be very special. Even the old man named Chen who was in the foundation building stage treated him respectfully.
"What is the origin of this monk surnamed Zhao?" Fang Yang swallowed his anger and waited for the extremely arrogant monk surnamed Zhao to walk away before asking a casual cultivator next to him for advice.
"That monk's name is Zhao Li, and he is the most favored descendant of Zhao Su, the great elder of Wanxiang Sect's Golden Core. Like Li Hu, he is protected by a Golden Core cultivator. We casual cultivators cannot afford to offend him!"
The casual cultivator shook his head and looked helpless.
"Humph! What's so great!" said a slightly frail monk.
"I believe that in the future I will surpass them through diligent study and practice!"
"Haha, Zhang Lin, you are talking nonsense again. You are only at the eighth level of qi training now. They will definitely become foundation-building monks."
The monks next to him heard mocking voices one by one. However, Zhang Lin didn't take it seriously. He seemed to be quite determined, which made Fang Yang's eyes light up.
"Hmph, if I had one or two more middle-grade spiritual stones to strengthen my ecstasy formation, I might be able to trap the foundation-building monk for a while!"
Zhang Lin said a little indignantly.
"Just blow it, blow it!" A group of casual cultivators laughed loudly, then shook their heads and dispersed, leaving only Fang Yang and Zhang Lin.
"Beside Yang!" Fang Yang stepped forward and saluted.
"My name is Zhang Lin! I am a casual cultivator from Linglan Mountain." Zhang Lin smiled.
Although his body looks a little frail, his eyes are very clear, giving people a feeling of confidence.
Fang Yang and Zhang Lin were both casual cultivators and both had great vision, so they soon started chatting.
After carefully understanding Zhang Lin's formation, Fang Yang immediately took out two middle-grade spiritual stones, saying that they were obtained from his alchemy, and was willing to support him, which made Zhang Lin extremely grateful.
In the end, Fang Yang used a lowest-level thousand-year-old spiritual grass to complete the task and obtain the qualification.
With the help of Fang Yang, Zhang Lin used a rather innovative enchantment formation to trap a foundation-building monk for a moment and also became a disciple of the Wanxiang Sect.
What surprised Fang Yang was that during the qualification verification, a high-grade spiritual weapon was used to detect lies.
Fortunately, Fang Yang was a casual cultivator of Yanyun Mountain and had the identity of Yanyun Mountain, so he passed the test quickly.
You must know that the identity and origin of the introductory disciples of the Immortal Cultivation Sect must be verified extremely strictly. If Fang Yang makes up the origin at will, I am afraid that he will be immediately blasted to pieces by the high-grade spiritual weapons being tested.
"Wait for me~~~Get out of the way~~Get out of the way~~~"
Seven days later, just as the induction meeting was about to end, a big man rushed over.
There were deep scars on many places on his body, some of which were deep enough to show the bones. The clothes on his body were also stained with blood, and some were even blackened.
"It's actually him!" Fang Yang was shocked.
This man was the barbarian man who went hunting for monsters. When Fang Yang saw this, he couldn't help but feel respectful.
"What a man! He didn't embarrass us casual cultivators!" Zhang Lin said excitedly, gritting his teeth.
When the big man rushed to the recruitment office, he yelled: "I killed ten third-level monsters this time, but there was one damn monster that didn't have an inner elixir. Isn't this a lie? Brother, I only have nine."
This is the inner elixir of a third-level monster, can you accept it from me?"
The barbarian man said with a sad face.
"Who are you calling big brother? Don't make any noise and get out of here!" Several high-level disciples of the Wanxiang Sect rushed over, grabbed the big man and said.
"There are only seniors here. Don't yell like big brother or big brother. If you think this is a market, get away quickly."
The foundation-building old man also seemed quite impatient: "Huh, no matter what, if you haven't completed the task, you haven't completed the task. Get out of here!"
As he spoke, a burst of spiritual pressure shot out, and with a roar, the already seriously injured man fell three feet away with an "ouch" and couldn't get up for a long time.
Fang Yang was so angry that he couldn't care less and rushed forward to help the big man up and said.
"I also have a third-level inner elixir here!" As he said this, he took out a third-level inner elixir. Although Fang Yang could not be said to be as rich as the enemy, he was at least much richer than the average golden elixir stage monk.
"Ah~~Brother, thank you~cough~~" the big man said and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The old man surnamed Chen Ji Zhu's face darkened. You must know that his attack just now was a bit too much.
However, the big man didn't complete the task, so he couldn't get started. Since he couldn't get started, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to do whatever he wanted.
But now Fang Yang came out halfway and gave him a third-level inner elixir. This made the big man meet the conditions, and the old man surnamed Chen felt like he had been slapped in the face.
"Humph, that won't work either!" the old man surnamed Chen said angrily.
"The recruitment has ended." As he said this, there was another wave of spiritual pressure, knocking Fang Yang and the others back again and again.
"Uncle Sun, I'm afraid this is a bit much." At this moment, a girl in white came flying over with a top-quality flying magic weapon.
She is seventeen or eighteen years old, her face is like the bright moon in the sky, her skin is like the first snow, and her white clothes make her look like a hibiscus emerging from the water.
The red lips are like plum blossoms dotting the snowy sky, so beautiful.
This girl actually has the eleventh level of Qi training, and is not far away from building a foundation.
"This is Xie Xueyi, the daughter of Jindan Elder Xie Dechen. She started training three years ago. She is now in the late stage of Qi training and is expected to become a Foundation Establishment monk soon."
Everyone was talking about it.
As soon as this girl appeared, everyone's eyes were attracted.
And Li Hu and Zhao Li even used the top-quality magic weapons on their bodies to shine brightly, hoping to win the beauty's attention.
However, Xie Xueyi went directly to the big man and worked with Fang Yang to rescue the seriously injured man.
It seems that Xie Xueyi was quite moved by what the big man did.
"It turns out to be Junior Sister Xie!" The face of the old man surnamed Sun changed.
Because the girl has a father who is at the Golden Core stage, even if he is a monk at the Foundation Establishment stage, we can only be friends with each other as equals.
Li Hu, Zhao Li and others watched Fang Yang and Xie Xueyi working together to save the big man, touching hands from time to time. They were all filled with jealousy and wanted to cut Fang Yang into pieces.
As soon as the girl spoke, the old man surnamed Sun was in a dilemma. Today, his face was offended by Fang Yang and the big man. He wanted to show his authority, but the appearance of the girl made him freeze in place.
"Senior Brother Sun, can't you just be a bit more generous?"
"Thank you, junior sister, for not knowing!" the old man said with a look of embarrassment.
"Well~~He came too late~~~So~~~~"
"Huh~~~" Suddenly a low hum came from the sky.
"Sun Moran, are you bullying the disciples who are about to get started here again? It's really unseemly."
I saw an old man in green robe coming from the sky. It was Xie Xueyi's father, Jindan Elder Xie Dechen.
"Uh~~ Master, please calm down~~ Disciple doesn't dare, disciple doesn't dare!" Sun Moran was so frightened that he almost peed his pants and immediately admitted his mistake.
At this time, Fang Yang saw the power of the Golden elixir monk and was quite shocked.
The foundation-building monks who had been arrogant and domineering just now were suddenly being slaughtered like dogs.
This impact made Fang Yang's inner desire to become stronger stronger, and his desire to seek the truth became stronger.
However, although Fang Yang joined the Wanxiang Sect, he unintentionally offended Li Hu, Zhao Li, and the foundation-building monk Sun Moran.
In the end, Fang Yang, Zhang Lin, and the barbarian man named Nuopo were assigned to Wanmu Peak, which had the worst spiritual energy.
Fang Yang, the others, and the other newly recruited disciples all took the Wanxiang Gate's mechanism tower and flew through the air, leaving Fairy City and flying to the vast Linglan Mountain.
This is the first time Fang Yang has overlooked the Linglan Mountains.
Only then did Fang Yang understand why cultivation is something that ordinary people would never dare to imagine.
You must know that Fairy City was specially built on the outskirts of the Linglan Mountains in order to facilitate transportation with other fairy cities.
When Fang Yang looked down at Linglan Mountain from the flying magic weapon, he was immediately shocked.
In the past, Fang Yang's impression of the Linglan Mountains was just a simple mark on the map.
Only now can I truly feel its majesty.
The entire Linglan Mountains spans tens of thousands of miles in radius, with lofty mountains, steep peaks and cliffs.
There are also many second-level and third-level monsters, and even when the mechanism building is flying, weird roaring sounds are constantly coming from the depths of some jungles.
It turns out that it was the demonic beast in the Golden Core stage that was giving a warning. The Golden Core monk who was sitting at this time would naturally also issue a warning, telling him to retreat in the face of difficulties.
Only in this way did those golden elixir monsters stop, otherwise Fang Yang and the others would never be able to go smoothly, let alone ordinary mortals.
"What magnificent mountains and rivers!" Fang Yang looked down from above and sighed in his heart.
If he had not set foot on the Immortal Gate, I am afraid that Fang Yang would still be one of the ordinary mortals, struggling to have a full meal.
Thinking of this, Fang Yang felt the unique pride of a cultivator, and at the same time he became more aware of climbing to greater heights in the future.
"I will be at the top of the mountain and see all the mountains. I wonder if my hometown is the same as before." Just when Fang Yang was lost in thought, a monk next to him who looked to be in his thirties or forties was also sighing.
"Uncle Master~~ It is indeed a good poem. Did you write it?"
Fang Yang had the same feeling in his heart and stepped forward to ask. Although Fang Yang was born in a poor family, he also came from a well-educated family. He had studied poetry since he was a child, and he knew that this poem was quite skillful as soon as he heard it.