At this time, in the side hall, the Lord of the Eight Peaks and the head Li Zhenren were both in power. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Bai Ning Frost is naturally going to enter Tianxing Peak, such a good qualification, if you don't come to my Tianxing Peak, it will be a waste!"

The peak master of Mo Xie Peak sneered: "It seems that it was my Mo Xie Peak who won the first place in the big competition last time, so it should be my peak to choose someone first." ”

The Lord of the Bright Moon Pavilion disagreed: "Bai Ningshuang should naturally enter my Bright Moon Pavilion, only my Bright Moon Pavilion has the most suitable exercises for women to cultivate!"

"Obviously, my Lingxi Stream is the most suitable, and the white condensation frost is a single-line water spirit root, and the water system exercises for cultivating my Lingxi Stream are the most suitable. ”

Some people are blushing and their necks are thick, and some people are sitting alone and silently distracted. The peak master of Zhulin Mountain was a fierce and vicious man, who was twisting his eyebrows and thinking carefully, thinking of the transmission that his master Ming Yangzi gave him, and asked him to accept a new disciple named Liu Qinghuan. The young man had secretly probed carefully before, and the spiritual root and root essence could only be regarded as ordinary, and he didn't understand why Ming Yangzi asked him by name.

However, the master had an order, but the apprentice had to obey. He was now thinking about how to get this disciple over without a trace.

I heard that there had been a stage of quarrel over there, and in the end, it was the Lingxi Stream Lord who won. Although each peak is vying for a disciple with good qualifications, they will still give the best path of cultivating immortals for their development based on the situation of the other party.

The Lord of the Bamboo Forest Mountain moved in his heart, and he yawned loudly and stood up: "You guys are still finished! Quickly call the new disciples in, and the selection is over." I don't care, I only have more than a dozen places in Zhulinshan this time, I'm too lazy to ink here with you for a few hours, I want to choose first!"

Seeing that others had to open their mouths to refute, he raised two long eyebrows and glared, and his already vicious face became even more ferocious: "I don't want the top one, I will choose whatever range I want, one disciple with three white lines, five with two paths, and ten with one!"

The head Li Zhenren finally spoke: "Then let Senior Brother Zuo choose first." As soon as these words came out, no one else objected.

Liu Qinghuan followed the others into the side hall and stood with the new disciples of the three white lines, and the girl named Bai Ningshuang stood at the front. I saw a peak master with a few bamboo leaves embroidered on the hem of his robe walking down, his eyes quickly sweeping over them.

After looking around, the peak master nodded faster into the crowd: "You, you, you, and you, come here." "Seventeen people were chosen in a row.

Liu Qinghuan was a little stunned, he didn't expect to be selected so soon, so he stepped forward quietly. But I could hear a peak master say: "Senior Brother Zuo, did you choose one more person." ”

The Lord of the Bamboo Forest Mountain raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, a disciple without white lines won't let me have one more?"

The person who said it choked and almost became angry: Isn't it great that you have a backstage!

Li Zhenren stroked his eyebrows helplessly: "Okay, Zhulinshan has always had few disciples for so many years, so one more will be one more." However, Senior Brother Zuo has to take out a few jars of bamboo heart wine you brewed and give it to everyone to taste. ”

The bamboo heart wine of Zhulin Mountain is made of chalcedony bamboo core of more than 100 years, which is light and elegant and clear, but it is extremely difficult to brew, and it is a rare spiritual wine that only belongs to Zhulin Mountain.

Hearing that there was a spirit wine, the others stopped talking, but only the owner of Siyuan Building shook his head and said, "Senior Brother Zuo, is it okay for this disciple with three white lines to let me Siyuan Building?"

The Lord of the Bamboo Forest Mountain was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but look at Liu Qinghuan again. He was surprised in his heart, is there anything different about this disciple, how could the master designate him, and even Siyuanlou came to rob him.

He made a puzzled expression: "Why is this? I see that this disciple's qualifications are mediocre, why is Senior Brother Qu still fighting with me?"

The owner of Siyuan Mansion said lightly: "It's nothing, this trip to Haoyuan City, I am also in the ranks." He came back and told me that he was very close to this little fellow, and begged me to take him in. ”

As soon as this statement came out, no one believed it. Everyone present was a human spirit, and they all set their eyes on Liu Qinghuan and looked him up and down.

Liu Qinghuan suddenly felt a huge pressure, and the eyes of the Jindan period monk carried a faint coercion, causing the sweat on his forehead to continue to fall. He lowered his head, and in his heart he was also thinking about what the monk surnamed Yan Zhuji said.

"Well, this son's divine sense is quite strong, and he is a good seedling. The Lord of the Leaves said thoughtfully.

"Hey, it's actually a growth-type spiritual root!" Someone finally discovered that Liu Qinghuan only felt that the dantian was cold, and his spiritual root body reflection floated in the air in front of him.

Everyone was amazed, similar to what Yan Zhengfeng said at the beginning, and they all said that the growth spirit root could not grow until it was at least transformed into a god. And when cultivating to the stage of transforming into a god, the spiritual root is not so important, in short, it is the word chicken ribs.

In the end, the owner of Zhulin Mountain successfully accepted Liu Qinghuan under the fact that the owner of Siyuan Mansion did not have a strong willingness to compete. Seventeen people followed him out of the main hall, and a young man from the ninth level of Qi cultivation who was waiting outside the hall greeted him and saluted respectfully: "Mountain Lord!"

The Bamboo Forest Mountain Lord nodded: "You and bring these new disciples to handle the entry matters." After speaking, he glanced at everyone, raised his hand and beckoned a green bamboo and flew away.

Liu Qinghuan's expression moved slightly, and just now at the glance of the mountain master, it fell directly on him.

"Junior brothers and sisters, in Xia Zhuo Haiping, I am responsible for the guidance of our new disciples in Zhulin Mountain this time. The young man smiled and said to everyone, "Junior brothers, can you introduce yourself?"

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, they are all a little shy. Liu Qinghuan also stepped forward and bowed: "Senior brother, my name is Liu Qinghuan." ”

"Well, you are this year's Three White-veined disciples, I heard that you are a growth-type spiritual root?" asked Zhuo Haiping.

Liu Qinghuan sneered: "It's just a chicken rib spiritual root, senior brother laughed." ”

A monkey spirit monkey spirit boy jumped out and said, "Hello Senior Brother Zhuo, my name is Lin Guang, and I am a three-line spiritual root of wood, water and gold. ”

Liu Qinghuan smiled secretly, this monkey spirit boy seemed to dislike the appearance of Zhulin Mountain at that time, but he didn't expect to join Zhulin Mountain when he turned around.

Zhuo Haiping smiled and nodded. Starting with him, everyone stepped forward to introduce themselves one by one. At this glance, I found that all of them had wood spirit roots.

The last one was the fat black boy, who smiled and said, "My name is Bai Fengming, hehe." ”

"You look so dark, you have the surname White, haha. An eight- or nine-year-old disciple said this sentence directly and quickly, causing everyone else to laugh, and Bai Fengming also laughed: "My family farms in the countryside, and every day when I get off the field, I get tanned, hehe." ”

"Then how did you come to the Immortal Ascension Conference?" someone wondered.

Bai Fengming scratched his head: "There was a white-bearded old man in my village that year, and when he saw me, he insisted that I had that...... Oh Linggen, you can cultivate into an immortal, and you have to take me as an apprentice. I refused, but my father and mother thought it was good to be a fairy, so they let me go with him. I went with him. How did I know that the old man was fighting with someone on the road, and he died all of a sudden, and I couldn't find my way home, so I walked along the road, and when I arrived at a big city, I saw a lot of people gathered together and lined up, so I followed and went to line up......"

After this call was over, everyone looked sideways: What kind of **** luck is this! In this way, he entered the Wenshi Sect of the Great Sect of Cultivating Immortals, and the monks in Haoyuan City who fought hard to enter the sect were going to cry!

"Then why didn't you get a white streak in the trial?" someone asked again.