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"It just so happens that the sect master has just finished explaining, and you and I brothers just caught up."

On the high platform, Fei Jian brought Zhou Qingyuan down. At this time, not only the twelve peak masters were there, but also other large and small sects who came to watch the ceremony. They were late and looked very conspicuous.

But no one objected to Fei Jian's behavior. Instead, some peak masters looked at Danhua Peak's peak master Liu Zhuqin with a smile on their lips.

"Come here, you rash man."

Qi Yuan waved to the two of them. The disciples behind the other peak masters either covered their mouths and laughed secretly, or secretly winked at Fei Jian.

Fei Jian and Zhou Qingyuan stood behind Qi Yuan, and he couldn't help but whispered:

"Brother, this is all for you, otherwise I wouldn't be late."

Zhou Qingyuan had already stood still and closed his eyes, continuing to study the breath-holding method in his mind. He had a vague guess in his heart.

If he studied the remaining five breath-holding methods to perfection, would they be displayed as corresponding levels? Will there be new changes in the system panel?

The audience had already started selecting disciples. The first round was to recruit new disciples, and disciples from all the big and small forces under the jurisdiction of Wanhua Sect participated in the selection.

"This kid is really a bit possessed."

Feijian couldn't help shaking his head when he saw that Zhou Qingyuan was still immersed in his own world even in such a lively occasion.

Under the stage, young men and women came forward to test their talents, performing a variety of scenes.

These people have already completed the eating of qi, and they should have a good idea of ​​their talents.

Despite this, every Ascension Conference will not lack various things that deceive themselves and eventually reveal their true colors.

The talents of cultivators are divided into four levels: A, B, C, and D, and are further divided into twelve levels from upper, middle, and lower.

As a first-class sect in Luozhou, Zhurijie, Wanhua Sect will not accept disciples unless they are above C.

But at the same time, they will also give those disciples with poor qualifications a chance. They can live in the outer sect and practice the skills issued by the sect, or they can use their contributions to exchange for magic.

Every sixty years, there will be a few lucky people with considerable ability, who will eventually enter the inner sect and be accepted as disciples by the elders of the inner sect.

Fei Jian stood beside Zhou Qingyuan, commenting from time to time. Even if Zhou Qingyuan and Qi Yuan ignored him, he was still happy to do so.

"A Grade A? Not bad, this Ascension Conference has produced a good seedling."

"B Grade A? This person looks a bit empty, I guess he is not a solid material."

Just as Fei Jian was about to speak, a group of peak masters suddenly stood up.

Just because the hands of a pair of sisters placed on the spirit-testing bottle at this time had just absorbed the dull water into their palms.

"A Grade A, two more."

Except for Qi Yuan who was still standing there calmly and watching quietly, everyone else was already interested and began to communicate.

"Qi Yuan, A Grade A qualification, are you not interested?"

Fei Jian bumped his master's shoulder and asked frivolously.

Seeing Qi Yuan just shaking his head, Zhou Qingyuan also became interested, but he did not ask.

Since Qi Yuan had no intention of accepting disciples, why did he accept him in that day?

Qi Yuan also recalled the scene of the day when he first saw Zhou Qingyuan.

The young man was surrounded by a group of peak masters, his eyes were calm, his face showed a little unconcealable sadness, as if he was a lion drenched by rain, with ambition and rage hidden in his desolation.

At that moment, Qi Yuan felt that he had found a fellow cultivator, so he subconsciously stepped forward to help Zhou Qingyuan out of trouble and thought of accepting him as a disciple.

However, he would not say these thoughts.

Otherwise, wouldn't it seem that he wanted to accept Zhou Qingyuan because he felt sorry for him?

A genius with countless times more talent than the top-level talents, a human martial emperor with a big secret, did not need his mercy.

The following selection was over soon, and then it was the casual cultivators who came to pay homage with their skills. This link would be much more rigorous, and few people passed.

In addition to two casual cultivators with many means who were successfully selected, only one ordinary-looking cultivator took out the Wanhua Order distributed by the Wanhua Sect and was admitted.

The crowd began to disperse, Feijian had disappeared, and Qi Yuan also disappeared while Zhou Qingyuan was still not able to react.

He didn't want Zhou Qingyuan to trap him to death in that small building, practicing hard all day long.

When Zhou Qingyuan came to his senses, he found that he had been left there by someone.

"Left behind?"

Zhou Qingyuan's mind turned, and he already understood the intentions of Feijian and Qi Yuan.

But he really didn't feel like it now.

Walking in the crowd, Zhou Qingyuan wanted to find a place where no one was around until night before going back, but suddenly frowned.

Among the crowd, three people were in a very wrong state.

Zhou Qingyuan, who had perfected the law-level Cang Yuan Lian Xi Vein Jue, was particularly sensitive to the concealment of breath.

At this time in the Wanhua Sect, no cultivator thought that something would happen, and no one would deliberately restrain their breath.

These three people were in a different state from the others. Although there was no fluctuation on their faces, their inner spiritual energy had been restrained to the extreme.

Others may not be able to see it, but their behavior is more conspicuous than others in the eyes of Zhou Qingyuan, who is proficient in the breath-holding method.

Without alarming anyone, Zhou Qingyuan used all his strength to operate the breath-holding method and quietly followed the three people.

"Did anything happen?"

"Everything went well, hurry up."

Two monks supported a sleeping female monk and walked out quietly.

The leading monk nodded, took out a treasure cover and threw it on the woman. At the same time, with a flash of spiritual light, the woman's robes turned into rags and fell down.

The treasure cover quickly grew larger the moment it fell, covering the woman's figure.

"Let's go, the show is about to start."

The leading monk showed a sinister smile and was about to use magic to hide the three people's figures, but at this moment, a huge spiritual energy fluctuation suddenly erupted in the field.

The three people's eyes were bloodshot, and they only had time to sacrifice a body protection magic weapon, and their bodies were completely surrounded by the white light full of murderous intent.

The shield triggered by the inferior spiritual treasure could not help them at all. Under the intense consumption of spiritual energy, the body protection treasure light only lasted for a few moments under the white light of destruction, and then it was completely melted.

Only the leading monk reacted and added three layers of protection in time, but it was melted by the white light in an instant, and completely returned to nothingness, not even the Nascent Soul was left.

Their realm is not as good as Qiu Chiyin, and their vision is far inferior to Qiu Chiyin. Naturally, they don't know that when facing the magic method, just a moment of hesitation is enough to take their lives.

Zhou Qingyuan was also secretly surprised at this time. The previous accumulation was not useless. He practiced the Five Elements Method and broke through the Qi Refining and Foundation Building Realm successively. He could actually bear the loss of magic power in the Foundation Building period.

"Pah."

The three storage bags fell to the ground, leaving only the naked female cultivator whose body was covered by the treasure cover.

Zhou Qingyuan's figure appeared here, quickly put away the three storage bags, and looked at the female cultivator beside him.

"Why do some dirty things always come to ruin my life?"

The black robe flew out of Zhou Qingyuan's storage bag, quickly turned into a living thing and entangled the female cultivator's body, and dressed her up.

A big hand stretched out and forcibly controlled the treasure cover on the female cultivator's head and took it into the bag.

Zhou Qingyuan stretched out his spiritual light to wake up the female cultivator, and his figure quickly disappeared from the spot.

He had no interest in getting involved in the subsequent events, so he decided to tell his master Qi Yuan about the matter and let him handle it.