According to the news he received, this Lu Ming has no bloodline?
"Of course I have bloodline. Otherwise, how could I pass the assessment of the elders of the Suzaku Academy and be recommended to enter the Suzaku Academy? Even a pig understands this truth, but you are deliberately making things difficult, saying, what are your intentions? Are you deliberately suppressing the new generation?
A beginning disciple? Or are you worse than a pig?"
Lu Ming spoke word by word, his eyes like lightning as he stared at the young man in blue robe.
As soon as he said this, the new disciples around him all looked at the blue-robed young man with wary expressions.
This made the blue-robed young man so angry that he almost vomited blood. He couldn't answer these two questions from Lu Ming at all.
If he admits that he is deliberately making things difficult, then he is confirming that he is deliberately suppressing the new disciples. If this affects the recruitment of new disciples in Suzaku Academy, then he will definitely not be able to take advantage of it.
But if he doesn't admit it, then he is worse than a pig.
"Lu Ming, you..." The blue-robed young man's face turned red. He held it in for a long time, but could not say a word.
"Get out of my way, you're blocking the road!"
Lu Ming scolded.
The young man in blue robe gritted his teeth, glared at Lu Ming coldly, and said: "Lu Ming, just wait for me, I, Ning Feng, am not that easy to play with."
After saying that, Ning Feng turned around and strode away.
Lu Ming smiled and walked into the martial arts training ground.
The martial arts training ground is large, flat and wide, and there are already one or two hundred people there.
Some people gathered together in twos and threes to chat, while others were alone meditating with their eyes closed.
Lu Ming walked to the side, sat cross-legged, and waited quietly.
People kept coming into the martial arts training ground.
A few hours later, the sky became dark. At this time, there were already nearly a thousand people in the martial arts training ground. By now, almost no one had entered the martial arts training ground.
Lu Ming couldn't help but sigh at the high conditions for Xuanyuan Sword Sect to recruit disciples. Previously, there were at least 50,000 people who came to take the examination, but now there are only about 1,000 people in Suzaku Academy.
No matter how many other hospitals there are, they are not that large.
A total of five thousand people would be considered good, which means that only one out of ten can join the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.
At this time, a burly man with a beard walked into the martial arts training ground.
"gather!"
The bearded man roared loudly, like the roar of a wild lion, which made everyone's ears buzz.
More than a thousand people quickly gathered together.
The bearded man stood in front of everyone with an expressionless face and shouted: "I am Xie Kuang, the elder of Chuan Gong. First of all, welcome to join Zhuque Academy. You must know it, but now, you are just handyman disciples!"
There were more than a thousand people on the field, and they couldn't help but clenched their fists. Indeed, they all knew that they had just joined the Xuanyuan Sword Sect as a handyman disciple.
But the word 'handyman' really makes people feel uncomfortable.
Seeing everyone's expressions, Xie Kuang showed a satisfied smile and said: "But you have a chance to remove the word 'handyman' in the near future. Three days later, the Qinglong, Zhuque, Baihu, and Xuanwu courtyards will
The new disciples will have a trial together, and as long as they pass the trial, they will be directly promoted to bronze-level disciples. Not only will their various benefits be greatly improved, but they will also be able to move to Suzaku Peak to practice."
"But those who fail will continue to work as handyman disciples, living in the handyman area and struggling. Do you have confidence?"
"have!"
The crowd roared, full of fighting spirit and confidence.
These about a thousand people are all young people under the age of 18, who are full of vigor and can join the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. They are all geniuses in their respective cities, so naturally they will not think that they are inferior to others.
"Okay, let's allocate accommodation now and go and rest."
Xie Kuang said loudly.
Next, someone came to arrange accommodation for them.
Of course, where they live now, in the handyman disciple area at the foot of Zhuque Peak Mountain, they live in an ordinary wooden house, one per person, and the room is very small.
After Lu Ming entered the room, he entered the Supreme Temple and began to practice martial arts.
In the trial three days later, he must be promoted to a bronze-level disciple, so that he will have better conditions and more time to practice.
In the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, no matter which academy, the disciples are divided into handyman disciples, bronze-level disciples, and silver-level disciples.
The servant disciples are the lowest level. Just like the servants, they have to complete the tasks assigned by the sect every day. Only after they are completed can they have time to practice.
And the treatment is also the worst.
Bronze-level disciples are considered official disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, and their treatment and other benefits are much better.
Silver level disciples are elite level disciples and are the backbone of the sect.
It is said that above the silver level disciples, there is a gold level disciple.
But the gold-level disciples have transcended the five courtyards.
Each of them is a top genius. They have entered the core place of Xuanyuan Sword Sect to practice, and their status is revered, even on par with the heads of various academies.
However, there are very few gold-level disciples, and there are not many in the entire Xuanyuan Sword Sect.
Gold-level disciple is still far away from Lu Ming. Don't think about it for now. Lu Ming's current goal is to become a bronze-level disciple first.
Cultivation is timeless, and three days have passed in the blink of an eye.
Morning of the fourth day.
More than a thousand people gathered at the martial arts training ground again.
Xie Kuang stood at the front with piercing eyes, glanced around, and shouted: "Okay, three days have passed, and the trial has officially begun. This trial will be held in the Youye Mountains two hundred miles away from our sect.
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"Let me tell you, the Youye Mountains are full of monsters and are very dangerous. Losing your life is a very common thing. If any of you want to quit now, you can stand up and I will handle the withdrawal procedures for him immediately!"
The whole place was quiet, no one stood up.
The road to martial arts is already full of thorns and crises. Since setting foot on this road, everyone has been mentally prepared.
What's more, quitting means quitting the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. They joined the Xuanyuan Sword Sect with great difficulty, how could they just quit like this?
If I really quit, I might become a laughing stock for the rest of my life.
Xie Kuang glanced around, showed a satisfied smile, and said: "Okay, since no one has withdrawn, now follow me to Youye Mountain to gather with the other three courtyards."
After saying that, Xie Kuang took the lead and ran out, followed by the others.
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In a courtyard on Zhuque Peak, two figures sat opposite each other.
One is Ning Feng, and the other is a young man with a smile.
"Ning Feng, how are things arranged?" the smiling young man asked.
Ning Feng's face showed a hint of coldness, and he said: "Brother Duanmu, don't worry, this trial is the day when that kid Lu Ming will die."
"Well, that's good. Most of the disciples of our Duanmu family who participated in the trial have seen Lu Ming's portrait. As long as they encounter Lu Ming in the trial, they will kill him!"
"Ning Feng, Mr. Lin is very concerned about Lu Ming. As long as you do well, you will benefit from it!
The young man from the Duanmu family laughed.
Ning Feng was overjoyed, cupped his fists and said, "Then Brother Duanmu will have to give me a nice word in front of Young Master Lin!"