Long Aotian is not happy today

As the most prestigious sect in the Southern Continent, the Xinghe Sect's enrollment range spans the east and west plains, connecting both sides of the Qin River.

It divides the Southern Continent into four major test areas, and divides the candidates who come to participate in the test into four groups: Southeast, Northwest, Northeast, and Southwest, and distributes them evenly within the four test areas.

If the Southern Continent is drawn as a map, it will be found that these four regions are like stars surrounding the moon, and the Galaxy Sect is firmly surrounded in the center.

There is a Wangling Lake in Xinghezong, and a high platform stands in the middle of the lake.

This platform is so high that it can reach the stars, so it is called Zhaixing.

At this moment, the time passed and it was getting dark, but the star picking platform was brightly lit. Countless pigeons flew from all over the world, converging into a white torrent in the sky, like falling snow, falling one after another on the edge of the terrace.

Every time a pigeon lands, a girl in a white student uniform will step forward, quickly untie a jade slip from the pigeon's feet, turn around and send it to the dark gate at the back, followed by the next white pigeon, The whole process was orderly and organized.

The jade slips record the test situation of each examination room, and each examination area has arranged an elder who is proficient in the technique of Celestial Eye to ensure that the performance of each candidate in the examination room is recorded truthfully and recorded in a book.

Inside the gate was also a busy scene, the disciples were running back and forth, putting the arranged jade slips on the desk, and presenting them to the elders in the main hall to watch.

Not long after, someone raised his voice and said, "The winner of the northwest region has appeared!"

Suddenly there were whispers on the high seat, and a tall elder brushed his desk and asked, "Who is the winner?"

The man hesitated and said: "It's called... called Xu Yang, an unknown person who came out of nowhere."

Accompanied by the voice, a white curtain opened over the main hall, and the jade slip was thrown into the spirit array, and then the projection flickered, revealing the scene in the examination area.

In the eyes is the scorching yellow ocean, the continuous yellow sand is connected with the sky, the undulating hills are like rolling waves, and dense black dots are scattered on them.

Looking carefully, those black dots were actually people who collapsed on the ground one by one.

There was only one young man standing in the middle of the sea of ​​sand, with his head slightly lowered, revealing a pair of fierce wolf-like eyes. He clenched his right hand and raised it high, pointing directly at the sky.

The setting sun was like fire, falling on his fluttering broken hair, reflecting the dazzling light like diamonds.

The elders in the main hall tilted their heads and discussed quietly for a while, and someone took the lead in praising: "This kid is good."

Some people shook their heads again and again, pointing at the large area of ​​yellow sand on the projection and retorted: "This kind of scene is beneficial to him. If the environment is changed, it may not be the same result."

"But if he can defeat the Young Master of the Hermit Clan of the Desert and win the championship, he must have something extraordinary in himself."

"I don't think so. According to the Jade Slip, the process of his victory was very strange. Everyone who approached him was inexplicably sealed, and even the elder inspector didn't see the clue... This is weird and needs to be detailed. check."

As soon as the words fell, another disciple shouted from below: "Yousheng from the Southwest District also appeared!"

He activated the formation and reinserted a light yellow jade slip.

This time, a dense forest is presented on the screen, towering ancient trees stretch into the sea, and the wind and waves surge, immediately there are forest waves rolling, and the fallen leaves are rustling.

The sun is as clear as water, falling leisurely.

Under the blue sky, countless birds and beasts are lying quietly on the ground, squinting their heads, as if they are enjoying a wonderful sunbathing.

It is a peaceful and peaceful landscape painting.

If... ignore the white arms and legs protruding from the mouths of those birds and beasts, struggling desperately under their bodies.

The picture is elevated, and a wider field of vision is presented in front of the elders, and finally the culprit is brought into the picture——

On the old tree, among the green vines, a young girl was swinging on a swing, with a sly smile on her pink lips, and her black hair fluttering behind her.

She didn't wear shoes on her feet, and she had a pair of white jade-like feet. She only tied two strings of silver bells between her ankles. As the green vines swayed back and forth, there was a clear and pleasant sound.

The bell sounded melodious, and the picture was also transmitted to the ears of everyone in the hall.

A disciple with a slightly lower cultivation base suddenly had a surge of blood, his eyes were red, and his Adam's apple rolled.

An elder asked in a low voice: "Is this the body of the heavenly spirit?"

"More than that." The other person bowed his head slightly and sighed, "The power of the blood is also added... just don't know how much."

"It's definitely not low."

"That's inevitable."

While whispering, several elders also narrowed their eyes slightly, tapped their fingertips on the armrests of the chairs, and showed thoughtful expressions on their faces.

Obviously moved the meaning of accepting disciples.

But they are not in a hurry. After all, this is only the first test, and it is to give the boys and girls in remote areas a fair chance to compete.

Geniuses from real aristocratic families have all obtained the exemption qualifications and will show up one by one in the subsequent tests. That is the most important time to snatch people.

At this time, the winner of the Northeast region also appeared.

He was a muscular young man with a hulking back and bulging muscles.

His victory was not easy, he did not use any tricks, but only relied on his domineering body, punching to the flesh, fighting all the way out of the encirclement.

At this moment, although he won the championship, it was already difficult for him to stand upright, and he had to half kneel on the ground with his knees supported, with small wounds cracked all over his body, and blood was flowing.

Such a performance is obviously much worse than the previous two.

The elders, however, had expressions of great satisfaction, and their praises were endless.

Some were impatient and even made a decision on the spot: "I don't like those twists and turns the most, this kid is my appetite! If he can pass the next test, I will immediately accept him as a disciple!"

"Why should it belong to you?" Someone said dissatisfied, "If he can pass the test, some people will rush to accept it."

"That's right, the old man also likes this kind of temperament."

During the debate, the projection flickered again, and the last set of images slowly emerged like rippling water.

It is the winner of the Southeast District.

In the picture, the young man in black clothes is tall and tall, walking slowly, and swinging his palm from time to time, knocking his opponent into the air.

The sunlight fell on his fluttering long sleeves, and the dark golden cloud patterns on the cuffs seemed to come to life, turning into a nimble black shadow, swimming in the palm of the young man, like a dragon hovering.

The gray mist lingered around him, staining the brows of every opponent who was forced to retreat with a light gray, and gradually turned into a dark and thick black as time passed, and finally made everyone's limbs stiff and collapsed to the ground. Can't move.

As the black mist spread, the young man's face became paler, as if he had been soaked in the cold ice.

However, his lips were extremely scarlet, his long and narrow eyes were slightly raised, and his black and white pupils leisurely looked out of the screen, smiling and nodding his head with an evil spirit.

"This this……"

At the elders' table, someone jumped up and said angrily: "This is a ghost cultivator! Seeking the Devil's Palm, Frightening Step, and Blood Dragon Mark...Ghost cultivators have a total of three great skills, and none of them will fail. What are you doing?"

"What are you doing, isn't it just ghost cultivators?" The other person snorted coldly, dissatisfied, "When did Xinghe come up with a rule not to allow ghost cultivators to join the sect?"

There was silence everywhere, and all the elders looked at each other with distressed expressions on their faces.

Just when a disciple pushed the door and entered, the cold night wind passed through the hall, whistling and circling over the hall, bypassing the heads of the crowd, exhaling a sinister chill.

Finally, someone couldn't help but said: "There are no rules, but three years ago, that person..."

Before he could say his name, someone immediately shouted: "Shut up!"

The hall fell silent again.

A heavy cloud weighed on everyone's heads, and in a trance, the elders seemed to have returned to that day three years ago——

Dark clouds overwhelm the city, and thunderbolts strike.A pungent fishy smell hits the face, the clear water of the lake is dyed scarlet blood, and there are piles of corpses piled up on the shore, looking down carefully, they are all old people...

Above the high hall, someone trembled and lowered their eyes.

After a long time, a clear voice suddenly came from the corner of the hall, retorting: "No matter what, the mistakes of the predecessors cannot be imposed on the future generations."

Accompanied by the voice, a beautiful figure stood up from the corner and walked slowly to the center of the hall.

It was a beautiful and quiet girl, without makeup, with light steps, long hair like ink, bent with a bamboo hairpin, a faint smile on her pretty brows, but her eyes were dark.

She raised her head, and through a pair of misty eyes, looked around the hall carefully,

Finally, he retracted his gaze and wrote lightly: "So what about the ghost cultivator, if he can pass the test, I, Xu Yu'er, would like to accept my apprentice on behalf of the teacher and recognize him as my little junior."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked, and someone said in amazement: "This, this is against the rules!"

"Coincidentally." The girl had beautiful eyes and smiled lightly, "Could it be the first day you know that I, Xu Yu'er, don't like to obey the rules?"

"you……"

"enough."

In the center of the high platform, the Great Elder who had never said a word finally spoke.

He lazily raised his eyelids, his eyes were swept away on Xu Yu'er, and then he said lightly: "We still have to give the opportunity, otherwise if it spreads out, it will ruin our Xinghe's reputation."

"However, you need to be careful about accepting apprentices, and you must not repeat the same mistakes. You must remember to focus on the quality of mind of these disciples in the subsequent tests."

All the elders nodded.

"This method is very appropriate."

……

When the elders of Galaxy Sect were arguing endlessly for Ning Hong alone, although Hang Xiao was exempted from a round of tests, he still couldn't enjoy the leisure he deserved.

He stood at the bustling night market, pinching a bunch of candied haws in his hands, but he didn't bite until the syrup gradually melted in the warm wind, turning into amber water droplets, pulling slender sugar strands, and falling on the Hang Xiao wrist side.

Nestled on a street corner, hiding behind a gray stone wall, Hang Xiao frowned and stared restlessly at the intersection ahead.

Not far away is the place where people gather, it is very lively, the shouts of vendors are one after another, a juggler holds up a gray stone, and threatens to smash it in his chest, and another person wearing a colorful cloth raises his head high, spouting a mouthful of fuel, A flaming fire dragon danced in mid-air.

But among the crowd, there were also people who swallowed softly, out of tune with the lively atmosphere around them——

It was a girl in a white dress, with a white scarf on her head, and tears in her eyes, kneeling on the ground pitifully, sobbing silently.

The light and shadow of the fire dragon reflected on her plain white dress, outlining the slender lines and the graceful waistline. Amidst the flow of people, the girl bowed deeply, weak and lonely, like a trembling flower in the night wind. trembling little white flowers.

There is a wooden sign on the side, on which are written four beautiful big characters in small letters with hairpin flowers——

Sell ​​yourself to bury your father.

"Crack."

Hang Xiao opened his mouth angrily, and crushed two sugar balls in one bite. The sour taste of hawthorn spread in his mouth, with a hint of bitterness, quickly occupying the entire mouth.

The sugar stains stuck to the side of his cheeks, and he almost roughly wiped them off with his hands.

He guessed the girl's identity.

Cui Yuyao, the saint of Lianyingzong, the undisputed wife of the male protagonist in the original book, a woman who took the first blood of the protagonist.

...It is also Hang Xiao's biggest enemy at present.

The author has something to say: It suddenly occurred to me that I could write cannon fodder in the future. The plot in the original text is "...if you ignore the white arms and legs protruding from the mouths of those birds and beasts struggling desperately under their bodies." Cannon fodder is one of them. White arms and legs." XD