The gate of Lingxiao Jiange Branch is closed all year round.
Within a year, it will only be opened once at the beginning of the assessment.
Today is not a formal assessment, only registration and testing, and Xinyan can only bring a few people in through a side door.
Bustling young leaders came from various counties in the Qin Empire, lining up in endless queues like long dragons.
"Many people..."
"The attraction of Lingxiao Sword Pavilion is indeed extraordinary."
"I'm afraid there must be tens of thousands of people at least. This is just today. The registration period is said to have lasted for several days."
Many young people were slightly surprised to see such a battle.
Lin Yun was not surprised. Reaching the four innate orifices before the age of seventeen was a very high threshold.
But if you look at the Qin Empire, which has more than a hundred counties and a huge population, the scene in front of you seems normal.
There was a long queue, and I didn’t know how long it would last, but these teenagers didn’t dare to act recklessly.
Many eyes fell on Lin Yun and his party, all showing envy.
"Who are they? They don't have to queue?"
"It's the seed quota. It is said that Lingxiao Jiange has seed quota in every county. In addition, before the assessment begins, those good seedlings will be intercepted outside Qintian County in advance to prevent other sects from snatching them."
"What privileges do you have?"
"The privileges are actually not many. The biggest benefit is to get close to the big shots in the sect in advance. As you know, you can find a backer before joining the sect, so the benefits don't cost much."
"What if I offend someone?"
"Haha, that would be tragic. After joining the sect, chopping firewood, carrying water, throwing dung, and a lot of bad things can make you want to die."
When several young people heard these discussions, their brows showed a bit of embarrassment.
Xinyan smiled faintly from the front and said: "Don't raise your tail. The seed quota is just a quota. There is no guarantee that you will be able to enter the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion. It is just to avoid some trouble."
"Hehe, don't worry, senior sister, Wuyou will definitely not embarrass you. I am determined to enter the Lingxiao Sword Pavilion."
Li Wuyou's words made Xinyan smile and giggle.
Several people were carefully selected and cut out in advance by her in the desert of Mobei.
If she couldn't enter the sect, it would be really embarrassing for her.
Although she may look careless, she actually cares deeply.
An angry shout suddenly came from the front: "You can't even hold the sword steady, why are you coming to my Lingxiao Sword Pavilion? I don't care how talented you are in cultivation. If you can't hold it steady after receiving a blow from me, get out of here, Ling
Xiaojian Pavilion does not accept waste. Get out of here quickly, or you will lose face to me, Lingxiao Jiange."
"Next!"
"How do you cultivate? The spirit essence is so loose. You must be following a wild path in your cultivation. Your innate foundation is unstable. There will be no future in the future. Let's go, let's go."
"Next."
"Your bones are a little too bad. You are only a second-grade spiritual body. Go down."
"Next."
"The talent and cultivation of Gen Gu are not bad, but this martial spirit is not suitable for sword training. Please sign up with another sect instead of delaying your future by coming to Lingxiao Sword Pavilion."
"That's right, the sword's power is still 90% good after receiving my blow. Hey, I'll report this in three days."
Under one of the main halls, a middle-aged man, holding a wooden sword, was testing the applicants who were queuing up for the assessment.
Lin Yun was secretly frightened by the harsh tone and harsh demands he heard.
Are all the second-grade spirits eliminated?
Lin Yun was thoughtful, his bones had not been tested, but they would definitely not be much better.
Without the Linglong Seven Aperture Pill left by Su Ziyao, it would not even be possible to break through the acquired realm.
After all the calculations, his bones would be like a top-notch mortal body.
Take care of what you have come. If you can't pass the standards of Lingxiao Jiange, you won't be able to pass the threshold of Xuantian Sect.
The only one who can accept him is Qintian Academy.
In that place, regardless of origin or talent, one can join as long as they pass the test.
"Elder Luo Feng, these are some seedlings I picked out in the Mobei wilderness. Please take a look at them."
Just as she was thinking about something, Xinyan led six teenagers directly to the platform in front of the main hall.
There was a black-haired old man sitting there, wearing a purple robe, and his sword was as heavy as a mountain, giving people an unfathomable feeling.
Around him, there were some elders from Lingxiao Sword Pavilion, all of whom were terrifyingly powerful.
Luo Feng looked over, and several people suddenly felt like they had been pierced by a long sword.
His vision first fell on Li Wuyou, he nodded and said with a smile: "This little kid is pretty good... Hey, his half-step sword intent is so strong, it's almost turning into a complete sword intent."
Suddenly, the old man's eyes lit up and his eyes fell on Lin Yun.
Xinyan smiled at the side and said: "Elder Luo Feng, this is Lin Yun. Not only does he have a high sense of swordsmanship, he has also mastered the Thunder Flame Combat Body."
Luo Feng looked around and asked other elders: "Everyone, what do you think?"
"Yes, these people can all be given seed spots."
"Xinyan's vision is indeed good."
At this moment, another group of people came over, followed by several teenagers.
The leader has sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. He has a handsome appearance and an extraordinary temperament. He is about eighteen or nineteen years old. His body is as sharp as a sword and his aura is dignified and thick, giving people an unfathomable feeling.
Another strong man in the Xuanwu Realm!
Lin Yun was slightly shocked. It turned out that Xuanwu realm was so common among the four transcendental sects.
When Xinyan saw this person, her expression changed slightly and she said calmly: "Senior Brother Wang Yan."
"Haha, is this the person that Junior Sister Xinyan is looking for? There is a bunch of crooked melons and cracked dates, not even a leader in the Xuanwu Realm. I said that the seed quota should only be given to those from the aristocratic family, why waste it on other irrelevant things?
of people."
The person who came had an arrogant look and didn't show any sympathy to Xinyan, criticizing Lin Yun and others as worthless.
Lin Yun looked over and saw that the six or seven young men behind him were all at least in the realm of the Seven Innate Apertures.
There is one person among them who has even reached the terrifying Xuanwu realm, which is very surprising.
But this was not what surprised Lin Yun.
What really surprised him was that there was a person standing next to Wang Yan.
Apparently it was Wang Ning of the Wang clan who had a deep grudge with him!
Within the Qingyun Sect, the other party formed a feud with him, and the grudges in the Qingyang Realm further deepened.
Unexpectedly, when he came to the imperial capital, Bai Lixuan did not meet him, but he met Wang Ning first.
After not seeing each other for two months, the other party's cultivation has become deeper and deeper.
As soon as Lin Yungang raised his head, his eyes met the other person's eyes.
At that moment, I couldn't help but smile bitterly in my heart.
When Wang Ning saw Lin Yun, he was obviously stunned, with a look of shock in his eyes. It was as if he had seen a ghost, and he doubted whether he had seen it wrong.
But the Qingyun Sect wanted to kill Lin Yun, so he was too familiar with this face.
"You sword slave is not dead!"
After coming back to his senses, Wang Ning couldn't help but reveal a sinister smile. Lin Yun actually dared to come to Lingxiao Sword Pavilion to sign up. He really didn't know whether to live or die.
Wang Ning suddenly spoke up, and both Xinyan and the elders of Lingxiao Jiange who were present looked a little stunned.
"What's going on?"
Wang Yan frowned slightly and said, this place is not worthy enough for Wang Ning to speak. To speak rashly is to show no distinction between superiority and inferiority!
"Brother, he is Lin Yun. He was the one who injured Uncle Bo in Qingyang Realm. This guy is a waste. He is notoriously bad in Qingyun Sect. Can such a person be given a seed quota?" Wang Ning
He quickly told the whole story one by one.
"Lin Yun?"
Wang Yan said something and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Are you sure his bones are a waste body?"
"It's absolutely true. The Qingyun Sect didn't want him at the beginning. He shamelessly worked as a sword slave for two years before staying."
Wang Yan suddenly burst out laughing: "Junior sister Xinyan, you really dare to lead anyone, and you almost made a big joke."
Below the platform, there was a long queue, and there was an uproar.
"Sword slave?"
"Sword slaves can also get a seed quota. Are we still inferior to sword slaves?"
"This Lingyun Jiange is too bullying."
"None of the four transcendental sects have ever heard of such a ridiculous thing."
Obviously, there is something unbalanced for them.
