The importance of cannon fodder

Chapter 227

Xiao Mian, fight her.

"My lord, why did you push the servant away?" Su Jiao made a gesture of being hurt.

"..." You are enough, Yeying is about to die.

"Haha, you two are so awesome," said the short-eyed man who witnessed the whole process and winked at Ye Ying.

However, before he knew it, two blood vines on the ground climbed up his legs.

"Bang bang bang." A sound of gongs was clearly heard in everyone's ears.

"Hurry up, I heard that Qingyun Sect has 50 disciples this time," the people on the side hurried over.

"Let's go," Su Jiao stopped teasing Ye Ying, 50 disciples?
Su Jiao is absolutely sure about Ye Ying.

"Go." Su Jiao nodded to Ye Ying, and watched him walk towards the martial arts arena where he recruited new disciples.

Recruiting new disciples of Sanxiu is different from recruiting children under the age of 13.

If you are under 13 years old, it depends on your spiritual root and talent. If your aptitude is good enough, you will be admitted to the Xuantian sect, but casual cultivators are more demanding.

Not only are there restrictions on age and cultivation, but there are also restrictions on the number of people.

Every year there is a certain number, but this year, only 50 are enrolled.

Su Jiao saw from the crowd that there were hundreds of loose cultivators with complex conditions.

Being a casual cultivator is definitely not as good as being a disciple of a large sect. A casual cultivator is alone. In this cultivation world where the jungle preys on the weak, it is difficult to have great opportunities.

In the Dazong sect, not only can they provide protection to their disciples, but they can also learn more exercises. The pills and spirit stones provided by the Dazong sect every month are very helpful for a person's cultivation of immortality.

Therefore, every year Xuantian Sect recruits casual cultivators, there are always huge crowds of people.

As for how to recruit.

Naturally, it was a martial arts competition. There were about 600 people who signed up this time. They were divided into 10 groups with 60 people in each group. Among the 60 people, there were five lucky ones, that is to say, the last five people on the stage , to be eligible to become a disciple.

Yeying, on the other hand, was already standing on the competition stage.

The competition stage is not big, with 60 people crowded.

Therefore, the more people go down, the more spacious it will be.

60 people were gearing up, and before Xuantianzong's disciples began to beat the gongs and drums, several people had already been kicked down.

"This year's martial arts competition seems to be more interesting." Said a man in purple clothes who looked like a disciple of Xuantianzong sitting on a high place.

The purple clothes represent the disciples who entered the room.

After being included in Xuantianzong, they will be classified.

Generally, the casual cultivators accepted are outer disciples.

And the disciples who enter the house are generally some very important geniuses in the sect.

Ordinary geniuses would be severely slapped in the face by the male lead in cultivation novels.

I don't know who this genius is again.

If Su Jiao remembers correctly, in the end, in the fight for the place to go to the Great World, more than a dozen disciples who entered the room fought to the death, and finally they all fell at the feet of the hero.

Su Jiao looked over and saw that the white-clothed disciples next to the man sitting on the high platform were very respectful to him. The man was in the early stage of the Golden Core and had a single fire spirit root. He looked to be about 80 years old and had good qualifications. He was indeed better than The disciples in white around him have much better qualifications.

Ye Ying naturally also saw the man in the purple clothes.

The disciple's clothes in purple clothes represent the attire of the disciples entering the room.

Ye Ying felt a little disappointed. If he hadn't been taken away by Moxiu at that time, maybe the man sitting on the high platform might also be him.

"Be careful." Su Jiao sent a voice transmission.

She felt Ye Ying's thoughts moving slightly, so she looked over at him and found Ye Ying who was slightly dazed, what was this guy thinking about?

But when he was in a daze, a thin monk sacrificed a magic weapon and was about to attack him.

Ye Ying came back to his senses, he had never paid attention to this young man who was only in the Qi training period.

Seeing that Ye Ying was motionless, the monk thought that he hadn't been noticed by him, but just when he thought he was about to succeed, Ye Ying's figure flashed suddenly, the monk was caught off guard and quickly stopped, but the arrow had already hit Xuanshang. Send it out, but can't take it back, he didn't even touch the shadow of Ye Ying, and was rushed off the stage by his own momentum.

"Ah," the monk fell off the stage and fell into a piece of shit.

He patted the ashes off his body in embarrassment, and left with a disappointed expression on his face.

The contest on the stage continued.

Everyone didn't move, because there were dozens of people, no one could believe anyone else, and they would have the last laugh if they didn't make the first move and kept their spiritual power.

"A warm reminder, the time is only half a stick of incense. If there is one more person than five people on the stage, it means that you are all unqualified, and all of you will be counted as failures."

The cold voice of Qing Yunzong's disciple reminded.

Brothers, look at me and I look at you. Finally, someone couldn't hold back and started fighting.

Ye Ying stood in the most inconspicuous corner. He didn't take the initiative to provoke anyone, but he got rid of all the people who attacked him.

Gradually, people around him knew that he was sick and easy to bully, so there were not many people around him.

There are 5 places in total.

Just when the stick of incense was about to end, there were 6 people standing on the stage.

And five of them have long been united.

"Boy, you go down by yourself, or I will beat you down, choose one." One of the tall monks said to Ye Ying who was alone.

And behind him, some 4 people supported him.

Therefore, he is very confident.

He still doesn't believe that five dozen can't beat this sick child.

However, this time he really guessed wrong.

"I'll also give you two choices. One is that one of you go down, or you all go down." Ye Ying's pale face was indifferent.

"Boy, you are so arrogant." Naturally, the big man didn't expect Yeying to answer him like this.

"Boy, don't regret it, fellow Taoists, let me come this time, I don't believe that I can't teach you a lesson, brat." The big man held a fist as big as a sandbag. Yeying has a set of sandboxing.

The so-called sand boxing has a long history. It was created by a powerful person. The powerful person has no secrets. Therefore, many people know how to use this boxing technique. But those who can punch out the yellow sand in the sky and use the essence of this boxing technique will But very few.

And this big guy was no exception, he deliberately played this set of punches, thinking that he was very handsome.

But he far underestimated Ye Ying.

Even if Ye Ying lowered his cultivation to the 8th level of Qi training, the big man is not his opponent.

The big man hit him with a set of punches, and he didn't even touch the corners of Ye Ying's clothes.

"What kind of footwork are you doing?" The big man was sweating from the fight. It took him a while to realize that Ye Ying's steps were weird. Every time he hit him, he thought he could hit him, but every time he couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes. Didn't even touch it.

(End of this chapter)