Everyone's eyes were invariably focused on the young man. Because, he called out everyone's feelings. Everyone felt that these words seemed to be unwilling to be bound. It's an incredible situation. Could it be that these words really have spirituality, and they want to leave the Iron Scroll Danshu and live their own lives? Or are they all getting immortal opportunities and want to cultivate on their own and become the Great Dao? Everyone speculated with doubts, but their eyes stayed on the young man's face.

The boy is the purple-clothed boy with the highest seat on the white jade platform. Although he became the target of public criticism, his face was still flat. A chaotic and incomprehensible look of the world. In fact, otherwise, his intestines were all repented into eighteen pieces. Why did you scream stupidly?

"You're not a stupid pen, you're a big stupid pen!" The sound of milk in the young man's mind was even more violent, squirting the blood of the young man's scolding: "How can the book and the words written by the saint run blindly? You are not smearing the saint's face, but smearing on your own face! Wait for being driven away......

"Drive away, drive away. There is no master here, there is a place to keep the master!" The young man disagreed. "Then you don't practice anymore? don't save your father? don't take revenge anymore? don't save your master? don't care about me anymore......?" asked the milk babble. The boy hung his head high, speechless.

Seeing the bells and drums flying in the sky, you have to break free from the shackles and run to freedom.

With a bang, a huge red light burst out from the iron book, rising into the sky, and laying a net of heaven and earth. Soon, most of the text was surrounded and sent to the students' heads like an escort. These words are very spiritual and very human. Seeing that he could not break free, he fell helplessly and listlessly, and resigned himself to the head of a lucky person. Among them, the white-robed young man next to the purple-shirted young man seemed to be blessed. Seven or eight words were wrapped in red light and fell directly on the head.

With a bang, the scene changed immediately. On the huge white jade platform, there were less than forty people left. All of them are more or less, at least given a text. Only the young man in the purple shirt didn't get a single word. Dull-faced and bored. There was a low sound of surprise in the audience.

The white-robed young man looked at the purple-clothed young man without a word, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. It seems that he wants to laugh, but he tries to hold back. The young man's name is Bai Hou Wuyang, and he is a descendant of the human emperor Bai Hou. It is the grandson of the grandson of the national abbot Bai Hou Jiwen. This son is a genius. He studied literature at the age of three and practiced martial arts at the age of four. At the age of seven, he could write poetry, and at the age of eight, he killed a tiger. If it weren't for the fact that the Zhengqi Academy does not accept children under the age of 15 who cannot take care of themselves, he would have been able to enter the Zhengqi Academy as early as the last nine-year enrollment.

Now, he has just turned twenty-three years old, and he is Wen Neng Angang, Wu Ke Dingguo. The thesis is a talented eight buckets, and a rich five cars. Speaking of martial arts, although it has not reached the level of martial saint, it has also touched the threshold.

The whole Bai Hou family, including the emperor Bai Hou, regards it as the heir of his contemporary mantle.

For this reason, when the enrollment of the 999th year, coupled with other omens, the Zhengqi Academy decided to recruit nine Jiupin students.

It can't be said that the other eight are foils, but they are also somewhat stained with the light of Bai Hou Wuyang.

Originally, the person sitting in the highest seat should be him Bai Hou Wuyang. Unexpectedly, by mistake, he was actually occupied by the young man in purple inexplicably and confusedly.

Bai Hou Wuyang is calm as water on the surface, and the waves are not alarmed. But my heart was like eating a fly, secretly churning. has been gritting his teeth, looking for an opportunity to regain the glory that should belong to him.

Now it's okay, God opens his eyes, and he has eight characters in his body, and this kid doesn't have any of them. The evil qi in Bai Hou Wuyang's chest seemed to be gushing out. However, Bai Hou Wuyang was only half happy and was dumbfounded. If nothing else, just for this kid without a word.

The other students who were not hit by the fairy characters have all disappeared. But this kid, why, why, is he still sitting there, motionless? Not only is Bai Hou Wuyang dumbfounded, but most of the audience is also dumbfounded. The other students who were not selected by the immortal character have all been sent away. Why, I left this kid alone. Or is it to condemn him?

This kid, I just said that the immortals are going to escape from prison! Just when the audience was raising their heads, Bai Hou Wuyang was dumbfounded, and the purple-clothed young man was at a loss. The rest of the words in the sky give the answer. I saw the nine words that broke free in the air, after I couldn't escape. It was actually hooked together to form a bright and dazzling and radiant ring, which slowly landed on the young man's head.

Boom, the audience was in an uproar.

Suddenly, Bai Hou Wuyang's complexion changed greatly. Even the host Qing Hezi was flushed and her body trembled. This nine-rank lotus sheng can be said to be tailor-made for him Bai Hou Wuyang. In order to ensure that it is correct, not only is there a green light all the way, but also a lot of back doors are opened. And so it turned out. How can this be explained?

But in front of the whole world, even the unparalleled Holy Qi Academy in the world did not dare to regret it. It seems that the auspicious omen mentioned by the patriarch may not necessarily be on Bai Hou Wuyang's body.

The enrollment of Jiupin freshmen is not entirely designed for Baihou Wuyang.

Because, in the lotus pond in front of the patriarch Baihou Shifa Cave, there is a nine-grade lotus, which has not blossomed and borne fruit for thousands of years. But just a few days ago, it suddenly blossomed and bore fruit. Sixty lotus seeds were born.

Lotus bears fruit, normally in autumn. But this nine-grade immortal lotus bloomed and bore fruit in advance. When things are abnormal, there must be something strange. The fairy lotus is abnormal, it should be said, it is an auspicious omen for descending.

As a result, Bai Hou believes that this omen is for this enrollment.

So, nine new students were set up. Respectively, by the number of immortal characters, determined as lotus birth. That is to say, the young man in purple got nine words, and he was born for the nine products and nine lotus. Bai Hou Wuyang has eight characters, which is nine products and eight lotus births. Those who get the seven characters below are the nine products and seven lotus births. The rest of the people are all nine products and six lotus students.

It's not just about rankings. It's a question of whether God approves of it or not. This is a question of how cultivation resources are distributed. The higher the ranking, the more cultivation resources there are.

Even in the distribution of the sixty immortal lotus seeds, the young man also got one more than Bai Hou Wuyang.

Don't underestimate this lotus seed, one more lotus seed can give you more hope of being divided into immortals!

Fortunately, there is still one final level, Xian Zhong asked. Or there is room for manoeuvre. Qinghezi can only be so self-deceiving. Fortunately, all of this is not subject to his will. Even if Master Zu complains, he can't say that he is not here.