The annual sect disciple exam for Qingyang Sect has finally arrived.
This is a day that many disciples from the inside and outside sects are looking forward to.
For this day, many of the disciples have been preparing since a year ago.
If you can stand out in the exam, you will not only receive rewards, but also may also be favored by all the immortals.
Especially for inner disciples, those who have obtained the top few rankings every year can be accepted as disciples by a certain immortal chief, which is a very rare opportunity.
Of course, those who have special physiques like Yang Chao were admitted as soon as they entered the door. He took the exam more to gain fame and improve his status in the Qingyang Sect.
"Senior Brother Chen, Senior Brother Chen, the exam has started soon. Have you gotten up?"
Early in the morning, someone was calling Chen Xuan at the entrance of the medicine garden.
Chen Xuan was not anxious at all. He walked out of the cottage leisurely and saw a young man standing at the entrance of the medicine garden. He was his junior brother who had been taking care of the medicine garden for a month before.
"Junior Brother Zeng, isn't it still half an hour to start?
Why are you doing so urgent?"
Chen Xuan smiled, put the things he wanted to use into the storage bag, and then walked to the door of the medicine garden.
The disciple surnamed Zeng looked quite excited: "Senior Brother Chen, it's not rushing to such an important day! We will arrive at Xidifeng from here, and it's almost time! You still have to take the inner disciple exam, and you should go over and see all the immortals as soon as possible."
"Let's go."
Chen Xuan smiled helplessly and went to Xidifeng with his disciple surnamed Zeng.
Along the way, I met many internal and external disciples in groups of three or five, and while rushing to discuss today's grand exam, everyone was very excited.
As Chen Xuan walked, he suddenly sensed the flowing light from above and looked up. He saw Yang Chao stepping on a golden sword with a proud look and looking down at this side.
Yang Chao also had several Foundation Establishment disciples who were guarding swords, and they also looked arrogant.
Seeing these inner disciples flying with swords, many outer disciples on the mountain road all showed envious or admiring eyes.
"Chen Xuan, long time no see! I heard that you were accepted as a registered disciple by Liao Xianchang, why haven't you even learned the art of flying in the weapon?"
Yang Chaoyu spoke sarcastically.
If it were someone else, of course he would not dare to mock Chen Xuan like this. After all, Liao Xianchang's registered disciple is still a disciple after all.
But as we all know, as soon as Yang Chao entered the door, he was admitted as a disciple of Fei Xianchang, who had entered the Nascent Soul stage for more than 100 years. He is also a disciple of the Immortal Soul. He is much better than a registered name when he entered the room. One can obtain the true teachings of the Immortal Soul, while the other is just helping the Immortal Soul.
"Yang Chao, the wind is strong above, be careful to fall down and lose all your face."
Chen Xuan laughed at him and went back with a smile.
"This little wind blows over me?"
As soon as Yang Chao said this, a strong mountain wind whistled by, blowing the long sword under his feet shaking.
Many disciples on the mountain road laughed secretly when they saw this scene.
Yang Chaogang learned to fly the weapon for a while, but his control over the magic weapon was not very stable. He lost a big face in front of Chen Xuan, and his face turned dark and he snorted coldly: "Chen Xuan, today, the inner disciples are in the exam, you'd better not fight me, otherwise I will let you feel how widening the gap between you and me will be in just half a year!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he and several other inner disciples who were flying in the air with their weapons turned into streams of light and left.
"Senior Brother Chen, why did you offend Senior Brother Yang?"
The disciple surnamed Zeng asked carefully.
"If you walk a lot, you will always be bitten by dogs."
Chen Xuan's light words were so scared that the disciples surnamed Zeng were so arrogant that they didn't dare to say anything.
The disciples who were rushing around shook their heads secretly. Senior Brother Chen relied on becoming an inner disciple to dare to say such words, comparing Yang Chao to a dog. He was not only arrogant, but also a little ungrateful.
As soon as Yang Chao entered the door, he was taken as a disciple of the Gu Xiancheng and enjoyed the treatment of closing the door to teach. As far as they knew, Chen Xuan had never even taught by the immortals, let alone practicing the art of flying in the weapon. He probably didn't learn any other magical techniques that disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage should learn.
As for the rumors that Liao Xianchang taught martial arts skills, although these disciples believed that Chen Xuan's breakthrough in the Foundation Establishment Stage must be related to practicing martial arts skills, Liao Xianchang himself gave up the path of martial arts since the Golden Elixir Stage. How powerful is the martial arts skills he taught?
Therefore, if Chen Xuan and Yang Chao meet each other later, almost everyone thinks that Chen Xuan cannot be Yang Chao's opponent.
Chen Xuan, no matter what these people think, he just wants to know whether he can get the reward he wants to get a good ranking.
"Senior Brother Chen, I heard that if your inner disciples get the top few rankings, you can get rich rewards for spirit stones, elixirs and martial arts. It really makes us outer disciples envious of them."
The disciple surnamed Zeng did not hide his envy at all.
Chen Xuan curled his lips slightly: "The top few rankings are not that easy to get. Which inner disciple of our Qingyang Sect who has broken through the foundation-building stage under the age of 30 is a soft persimmon that is easy to pinch?
What's more, there are those who are accepted as disciples like Yang Chao early. I think the top few are likely to be taken over by disciples."
When a disciple surnamed Zeng heard Chen Xuan say this, he naturally felt that it made sense.
When it comes to the soft persimmons among inner disciples, it is probably only Chen Xuan who is recognized.
After all, Chen Xuan had never attended a class once and had been helping Liao Xianchang take care of the medicine garden. As we all know, the work of taking care of the medicine garden takes a lot of time and is thankless. In addition, Chen Xuan went to Liyun Valley to collect herbs for a month last month, which delayed his cultivation. If he is not a soft persimmon, who else is there?
"Oh, Senior Brother Chen, don't be discouraged. I also heard that those who have won the top few rankings can go out for a while and learn from the outstanding disciples of other sects. You will definitely get better rewards at that time, so Senior Brother Chen, you must work hard!"
The disciples of the surname Zeng are relatively young and simple, and they haven't realized how big the gap between inner disciples can be.
Chen Xuan smiled unquestionably and strived for the top few places. Of course, he would consider it carefully, but he would definitely not reveal his secrets.
After walking through several mountain roads, Chen Xuan followed many disciples to the mountainside platform of Xidifeng.
The platform is very wide, with the ground paved with white jade, and the edges are surrounded by smoke and clouds, and there are spiritual cranes circling in it. Chen Xuan felt the fairy spirit coming to his face as soon as he stood up.
Although the Qingyang Sect is not as good as those sects, there are many scenic spots in the Qingyang Mountains, and each scenic spot is enough to make the disciples linger.
Chen Xuan looked at the rock wall of the mountain beside the platform, and saw several grand thrones under the peak. The Nascent Soul Immortal was already sitting on the throne and scanning the many disciples; Yin Ting, who recruited Chen Xuan into the door and several senior brothers and sisters of the Jindan stage, arranged for the inner disciples to draw lots.