System Rescue Cannon Fodder

Chapter 63

After eating dry food, more and more people give up. This is a watershed. After rest, the laziness will be heavier and it will be harder to persist.

Yan Ling is not influenced by the people around her, she is also a quester who has completed several quests, if she doesn't even have this kind of heart, how can she have a long way to go in the future?

It's just the beginning.

The sky was getting dark gradually, and many people had reached their limits, but they still didn't see the gate of Wan Jianzong.

"I won't climb anymore!"

"I'm so tired, I don't know how long it will take..."

"I give up, I want to go home..."

……

There are more and more complaints, and more and more people give up.

Yan Ling remained unmoved, looked ahead, and moved forward calmly, there must be an end.

It didn't take long before I saw the three majestic characters of Wan Jianzong, flowing clouds and flowing water, as if startling a dragon, revealing a fierce sword intent.

The last few steps are often the hardest to persist. Those who gave up before, if they know that they can reach the end after climbing for a while, they will probably cry with regret.

From dawn to night, everyone finally reached the mountain gate.

There were only a few people standing at the gate of Wan Jianzong, and Zhao Xiaohu was among them, and he smiled when he saw Yan Ling.

Zhao Xiaohu: "You finally came up. I thought you gave up."

Yan Ling smiled, but said nothing.

There was also a table at the door, and in front of the table were some disciples in black robes, who were the seniors responsible for recruiting new disciples this time.

There are two sitting brothers, obviously of higher status.

Yan Ling did recognize these two people, they were both disciples of the head of the sect, one was named Ziguang and the other was named Maoran, and they were fully responsible for the recruitment of new disciples this time.

Wan Jianzong is also a strange thing in terms of school clothing, basically all the Xiuxian schools are all dressed in white clothes, floating like immortals.

Only Wan Jianzong's school uniform is black, with the school logo embroidered on it. It is the Liyuan sword used by the founder of the mountain, which looks sharp.

After waiting for a while, several people came up one after another.

Seeing that the time was almost up, a senior brother shook the bell in his hand, and the clear and deafening ringing sounded in everyone's ears.

"Wan Jianzong's new disciple recruitment assessment is over!"

The sound spread far and far away, including those who were still climbing the ladder. They had to leave in a daze.

At this time, an elder came with a sword, and the sword fell, and he floated down.

Everyone immediately stood up and saluted: "Uncle Mu!"

"Ziguang, Maoran, how is the assessment of new disciples this time, are there any good seedlings?"

Ziguang: "Does Uncle Mu also accept disciples this time?"

Mao Ran obviously has a more lively temper: "Master Uncle is finally going to accept apprentices, I thought you never accepted apprentices."

Mu Yang knocked Mao Ran on the head, and said with a smile: "Why don't I accept apprentices anymore, it's just that I didn't see any suitable ones."

He murmured, "Then what are you doing this time..."

"Today, I did a fortune-telling, and someone who has a relationship with me as a mentor and apprentice appeared."

There was a commotion among the onlookers. This Mu Yang looked like the elder of Wan Jianzong. If he could accept him as a disciple, it would be much better than being an ordinary disciple!

Yan Ling was also very excited, not because she wanted to be excited, but because the emotions left behind by the original owner had some influence on her.

Mu Yang is Ruan Yuan's master.

Ziguang: "Uncle, all the newly recruited disciples are here, but they still have to test their spiritual roots before deciding whether to stay or not."

Mu Yang nodded: "You guys can test it first."

The two senior brothers bowed again and saluted, sat down and pointed to a crystal-like stone on the table: "Everyone line up in order of arrival, come to me to test the spiritual roots."

The spirit stone is a must for the sect to recruit disciples. Every rookie who cultivates immortals must experience it, and use it to perceive the attributes of the spirit root in the body.

At the head of the line was a boy about 1.9 meters tall, with long hands and long feet and a quick walk.

He put his hand on the measuring spirit stone, and within two seconds the measuring spirit stone glowed yellow and golden.

Zi Guang: "Earth and gold dual spiritual roots, earth and metal are born and assisted, he is a good seedling, Master Mu, look..."

Mu Yang shook his head: "Don't worry about me, I can speak when I see it."

"Yes."

The tall slender boy was immediately dejected.

Mao Ran comforted: "You don't have to be disappointed. You have two spiritual roots of earth and metal. Your qualifications are already very good. If you are assigned to the inner sect, other elders will accept you as a disciple in the future."

The boy nodded: "Thank you, brother."

Ziguang: "Testing your spiritual roots will already determine where you will go next. Those who are eliminated will go down the mountain directly, those who are assigned to the inner sect will stand on my left, and those who will be assigned to the outer sect will stand on the other side. Someone will take you in."

Zhao Xiaohu was at the front, and he arrived soon.

He also looked at Mu Yang yearningly, everyone wanted to be directly accepted as a disciple by the elder here.

He put his hand on it, and the spirit test stone emitted five rays of light, which was useless for five spirit roots.

"Five spirit roots, outer door."

Zhang Xiaohu lowered his head, clenched his palms and stood on the other side.

When passing by Yan Ling, he comforted her: "If the result is not good later, don't be sad, I am only a five spirit root."

Yan Ling didn't even turn her head and ignored him completely.

I'm afraid it's not a brain problem. She hasn't tested it yet, so I send her pessimistic thoughts. If you are bad, you hope that others are as bad as you, or even worse.

Yan Ling is ranked in the middle, neither early nor late.

After waiting for a while to arrive at her, she put her hand on the measuring spirit stone, it was cool and comfortable, hugging it in summer to relieve the heat.

The measuring spirit stone emitted a dark blue light, and then disappeared.

Lian Ziguang and Mao Ran both stood up and exclaimed, "Mutation... Binglinggen!"

The water spirit root is light blue, and only the mutant ice spirit root will appear dark blue.

The fewer spiritual roots there are, the faster the cultivation speed. Therefore, single spiritual roots are the disciples that every sect wants to grab, and they usually become the direct disciples of the head or elder.

But on top of ordinary single spiritual roots, there are also mutant spiritual roots.

Those with mutated spiritual roots are basically immortal cultivators, and their cultivation speed is more than ten times or even dozens of times faster than ordinary people.

Ruan Yuan's original spiritual root was a water spirit root, not a mutated ice spirit root, but Yan Ling's own life spirit improved the body's aptitude and was upgraded to a mutated ice spirit root.

Mu Yang walked up to Yan Ling and asked, "Are you willing to be my apprentice?"

Mutated Ice Lingen is enough to be the closed disciple of the head of the sect, that's why Mu Yang asked for Yan Ling's opinion, if she disagrees, then forget it.

Yan Ling: "Yes."

In his memory, Mu Yang still valued the original owner very much, so after the original owner's death, he was full of guilt towards his master and his sect, thinking that it was because of her existence that Shao Xiu destroyed Wan Jianzong.

In fact, even without the existence of the original owner, Shao Xiu would still destroy Wan Jianzong.

For Shao Xiu, Wan Jianzong had witnessed the existence that he despised, because some members of Wan Jianzong had bullied him, which caused him to hate the entire Wan Jianzong.

The others looked at Yan Ling with envy. After all, the mutated ice spirit root was a unique talent, so it was normal for the elders to want to take her as a disciple.

But Zhao Xiaohu felt mixed feelings, and his face was still a little painful. He had comforted Ruan Yuan before.

The feeling in his heart is very complicated, he can't describe it, but he must not be happy.

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(End of this chapter)