The entire square was bustling with activity and was brightly lit. Fangzheng and Yun Xisheng found a remote corner and meditated for the night. They recovered from the fatigue of traveling for a month and adjusted their condition to their best.
When the first ray of sunlight shone on the square, the entire square was filled with excitement.
It has been a year since I was able to participate in the Pill Refining Sect's disciple recruitment meet again. Last year, I wasn't selected, but this year, I must be selected. All sorts of voices came from everywhere. Some were excited, some were nervous, and some had a determined attitude.
"Look, the examiners from Alchemy School are here.”A shout came from the crowd.
Fangzheng also looked up and saw more than 20 people flying towards the square. To be able to fly in the air, one had to be at least at the True Martial realm.
The twenty over people landed on a high platform in the square. Immediately, the entire square's aura changed, causing people to feel a sense of shock.
Instantly, the entire square fell silent.
"Welcome to Alchemy Sect." At this moment, an old Daoist with an elegant immortal aura walked out.
"I am Qing Fengzi, the host of this year's selection.”
" Do you know that this Qing Fengzi is an elder of the Elder Hall of the four halls? His strength has already reached the peak of the land spirit realm. Fifty years ago, he barged into the Qi Sect Stronghold alone and beheaded the five heads of the Qi Sect Stronghold. At that time, this Qing Fengzi was only at the early-stage Origin Martial realm."
" I heard that the five leaders of the Qimen Stronghold were all at the Origin Martial realm, and the First Leader was at the late-stage of the Origin Martial realm. At that time, the Qimen Stronghold committed all kinds of evil, raping, killing, and pillaging everywhere. Qing Fengzi killed the entire Qimen Stronghold by himself, and it caused a sensation.”
There was a flurry of discussion below.
Fangzheng also sized up Qing Fengzi. His eyes were reserved, and he was definitely not as amiable as he looked.
Why was the Elder Hall mobilized this year? In the past, it was always the low-level elders of the sixteen peaks and the four halls who came out to take the assessment. This year was indeed unusual. There were waves of different discussions coming from the people below.
" I heard that there are four geniuses in the Spiritual Martial Realm participating in this year's competition. Maybe the four halls also want to take these four disciples into their own halls. An 18-year-old genius in the Spiritual Martial Realm is really a genius."
"Everyone, quiet down."
An old man standing next to Qing Fengzi said.
The entire square fell silent again.
"Next, I will introduce the rules of this selection to you. Although it is the same every year, I have to repeat it again. In the past, we only accepted 1,000 disciples every year. This year, we plan to add another 1,000 disciples to the 1,000. This way, more disciples will have the opportunity to join our Alchemy Sect.”
Upon hearing that they would be taking in an additional 1,000 disciples this year, all the youths below revealed excited smiles on their faces. At the very least, their chances would be much higher this way.
The old man looked at the performance below and nodded in agreement.
"Just like in previous years, Houtian seventh grade will stand on the left, Houtian eighth grade will stand on the right, and Houtian ninth grade will stand in the middle. Someone once asked us why we didn't choose both ninth and eighth grade, why choose Houtian seventh grade.”
After the elder said that, he suddenly paused. In fact, Fangzheng was also puzzled as to why he had to choose seventh, eighth, and ninth grades instead of the good ones.
" You guys have the same doubts today, right? I'll explain it to you again today."
" Balance, resources, and luck. This is the reason I want to say. A sect can't be full of Houtian ninth grade disciples. This will cause disharmony in the sect. Luck is also one of the factors in every election. Good luck is also a major factor for cultivators. Without good luck, it will be difficult for them to go far in the future. Therefore, we will take in disciples on an average basis every year."
"The rules are the same as in previous years. Houtian seventh grade will be on the left stage, eighth grade on the right stage, and ninth grade in the middle stage. Only by defeating the puppets on the stage can you advance. The losers will be eliminated. Each puppet corresponds to your level. Now, we will begin dividing you into groups. Everyone will stand in their respective places.”
After Fang Zheng heard the old man's words, he roughly understood why the sect accepted disciples equally. Only then could the competition be fair.
Fangzheng came to the center of the square and saw the planned arenas. There was a puppet on each arena. There were no less than a hundred of them in the square. There were about 5,000 people on the left, half of them were Houtian seventh grade, and about 3,000 to 3,500 on the right.
There were only a thousand or so Houtian ninth grade people. Fangzheng was shocked when he saw them. Back in Hongling Town, the fake Chen Xuan was already an extremely rare genius at Houtian eighth grade at the age of eighteen. Here, there were a bunch of Houtian ninth grade people. Any one of them would be a genius that was not seen in a thousand years in his family clan. From the looks of it, he had made the right choice.
Fang Zheng's vision was also changing bit by bit, no longer limited to Hongling Town. He thought that he was a genius, but when he came here, he realized that the so-called genius he thought of was the most ordinary cultivation level here. It seemed that he could not be complacent just because he cultivated a Heaven Rank cultivation technique. He still needed to work hard. He secretly worked hard and a resolute expression appeared on his face.
After an hour, everyone had separated themselves.
The people on the platform nodded at each other when they saw that the people below had already been divided. At this time, the old man stood up.
"The four disciples who have reached the Spiritual Martial Realm will pass this test directly. The disciples who pass will go to the back of the square and wait for the next round of the test.”
As soon as the old man finished speaking, Fang Zheng saw four young men and women walk out from in front of him. Three young men and one young woman, all of whom were no older than 18 years old. They walked towards the back of the square with arrogant expressions.
"Do you know the origins of these people?”
A youth beside him asked.
"I don't know."
Another youth replied.
Let me tell you, the youth in blue is Feng Xinglie from Li Jiang City's Feng Clan, the young lady in purple is Clear Night City's City Lord's daughter, Night Fire Phoenix, and the youth in gray seems to be a rogue cultivator who had a fortuitous encounter. I don't know the background of the youth in black who came to participate in the convention this time.”
The young man who introduced them to everyone said excitedly.
"My big brother is an inner sect disciple of Pill Refining Sect's Zhong Hai Feng. He told me all of this. This is also the reason why Elder Hall's Qing Fengzi came.”
After saying that, the young man looked around.
At this moment, the few people beside him immediately flattered him.
“
In the future, when you enter the sect, please take good care of me.”
"Sure, sure."
The young man waved his hand.
Fangzheng roughly understood their origins from their conversation. All of them were favored by the heavens. On the way, he had heard from his senior brothers that the Feng family in Lijiang City was also a large family clan with immense strength.
"Alright, let's begin the competition. After the old man finished watching the four youths, he walked towards the back of the square.”At this moment, he spoke.
"Elder Qingfeng, which of the four do you like?”
A red-haired elder standing to the right of Elder Qing Fengzi said.
"I wonder which of the four elder Ye has his eyes on?”
Qing Fengzi didn't answer Elder Ye's question and continued to ask.
"Old fox."
Elder Ye secretly despised him in his heart, but he still replied with a smile on his face.
"I have my eyes on the young man in blue. After all, he comes from a big family and has a deep foundation.”
After hearing Elder Ye's words, Qing Fengzi smiled. It seemed that the Law Enforcement Hall had come prepared this time and had investigated the few of them clearly.
This time, the Pill Hall and Universe Hall had sent people over. It seemed that they also wanted to take these four youths in.
" Well, there are more talented disciples in this selection than in previous years. It seems that our Alchemy School is going to flourish in our generation. The four disciples of the Spiritual Martial Realm will be allowed to choose their own hall.”
Qing Fengzi said to the other people around him, including the elders of the Pill Hall and Qian Kuntang. It seemed that Xuan Yuzi had a very important position in the Pill Xuan Sect. After saying that, the other ten or so people nodded. The elders from the sixteen peaks did not dare to speak at all.
Fangzheng naturally did not know what the hall elders were discussing. At that moment, he was already standing on the stage. He looked at the puppet in front of him. Other than being made of wood, its movements and martial techniques were not inferior to those of a real person. It was even smoother than a real person's, and it was stronger than someone of the same level.
There were about 30 or so Houtian ninth grade arenas. Fang Zheng waited until the second round before going up. Forget it, it was better not to expose his strength too early. Fang Zheng did not choose to deal with the puppet directly, but chose to fight in a roaming manner.
Using the Phantom Nine Transformations, it was impossible for the puppet to hurt Fang Zheng. After twenty moves, Fang Zheng punched the puppet in the chest with his Thunderstorm Fist. The puppet did not move after being hit. Fang Zheng knew that he had passed the test and walked down from the stage.
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