After passing through the book, the holy son of Mozong became a pillar of righteousness

Bai Tingquan brushed off the dust on his sleeves, faced the rising sun, and smiled brightly: "Is there any question?"

This kind of identity verification question must never be answered wrongly, and he didn't want to hide it.Even if he knows, as soon as he speaks out, he will become the target of public criticism.

The disciple in charge of reporting didn't dare to say a word, stared straight at Bai Tingquan's smile, and stammered: "No...no more."

Bai Tingquan took back his badge easily and gracefully, walked back, looked at the stunned Wei Xun, and said softly, "What's wrong?"

Wei Xun shook his head, feeling a little light in his body: "You...you are the Holy Son of the Demon Sect, Bai...Bai..."

Bai Tingquan leaned over, a beautiful face suddenly approached, he still smiled brightly: "What's the matter, did you scare me?"

Wei Xun stared at Bai Tingquan for a long time, with evasive eyes: "No...no."

"Then why don't you dare look at me?"

Wei Xun lowered his voice and moved closer to Bai Tingquan: "Li Wenqing is here, you have to be careful of him..."

Before Wei Xun could finish his sentence, he was pulled aside by Li Wenqing. Wei Xun fell to the ground, his palms were scratched, and he frowned, lowered his head and breathed, not daring to speak out.

Bai Tingquan patted the clothes that Li Wenqing touched when he pulled Wei Xun away just now, as if he disliked the stains on them.

Li Wenqing was arrogant and domineering, but his eyes were full of excitement and wildness. He pointed his sword at Bai Tingquan: "You are Bai Tingquan, the remnant of the Demon Sect?"

Bai Tingquan pushed aside the long sword with his slender and fair fingers, tilted his head and said, "No."

Li Wenqing snorted coldly: "How dare you argue with a certainty!"

Bai Tingquan folded his arms and said, "I am Bai Tingquan, but I am not a remnant of the Demon Sect, I am the Holy Son of the Demon Sect."

Li Wenqing sneered and said: "The Demon Sect did all kinds of bad things, and in the end he had to beg for mercy from us like a dog. So what about the Holy Son of the Demon Sect? Didn't he ask us to give us alms for protection? Just you, you are also worthy to be Canglang Lord's disciple ?”

Bai Tingquan was too lazy to quarrel with him, thought he was annoying, turned around and was about to leave, lazily said: "You are upright and upright, when the monsters invaded, you shrank back behind Lishan and acted like a turtle, enjoying the blood poured out by the demon sect." Heping, then you are the most worthy, you should be Lord Canglang's disciple, I will not compete with you, the time is almost up, I am going to prepare for the assessment."

Li Wenqing shouldn't be the most provocative with the protagonist at this time, why is he staring at him, he is not interested in playing snatching games with such a brat.

The empty door behind Bai Tingquan was wide open, Li Wenqing sneered, spiritual power suddenly condensed on the epee, and galloped towards Bai Tingquan with a roar, killing him with one blow.

"It's a joke. Generally, the dying fish on the shore will frantically wriggle their bodies to show that they are not dead. You are like that weak little fish who is still stubborn when it comes to death."

The silence among the crowd was depressing, everyone was gloating, but Bai Tingquan, his eyes were suddenly sharp, and everyone present could not see his movements clearly, but he used a footwork that could not be caught by the naked eye. , speed, dodging the sword energy, turned around, and showed a faint smile: "The assessment has begun. After the assessment, you are still willing to compete. Tingquan will accompany you at any time."

And that sword energy, brushing Bai Tingquan's cheek, seemed to hit a barrier made of condensed water suddenly, and layers of ripples spread out from the middle.

The sword energy disappeared.

The disciples still haven't figured out how Bai Tingquan dispelled that majestic sword energy.

There are already management disciples to stop the duel between them.

Bai Tingquan chuckled, looked at Li Wenqing who just wanted to kill him and then quickly, with a dark purple light in his eyes: "You have lost the best chance to kill me, let's go?"

On Wuya Peak, the two men stood side by side with their robes fluttering.

After seeing the farce on Yangluan Peak from a distance, the older one shook his head lightly and sighed: "It's a pity, it's hard to use your heart."

Wen Zhi tilted his head, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother wants to accept him as an apprentice?"

Ming Geng Jun chuckled: "I do have this idea. I saw that the spiritual power condensed from Zheng Ganglu in his body is pure and clear, and he is the best in this generation. It's just... a pity."

Wen Zhi remained silent, his eyes fixed on Bai Tingquan.

Ming Geng followed his gaze and joked, "That is the disciple you brought back from the Demon Sect?"

Wen Zhi nodded: "Yes, he will be my only disciple."

Ming Geng-jun smiled helplessly.

He knew that his junior didn't like to accept apprentices, and he had persuaded him many times before, but it didn't work, but he really didn't expect that Wen Zhi would quietly pick up a demon apprentice from Weizhu Mountain.

Still an untouchable little ancestor...

This, this, this is equivalent to rubbing and throwing the slogan of eliminating demons and defending the way they preached on the righteous way, and throwing them on the ground, and then catching up and stomping on them a few times.

Disciples line up for a spiritual power test.

Like a male peacock courting a mate, Li Wenqing made a gorgeous movement like opening his tail, and then pressed his hand on the spiritual power test stone.

The spiritual power test stone burst out with a bright and grand light.

The crowd exclaimed.

The disciple in charge of the test read out expressionlessly: "Single spiritual root of the gold system, four levels of spiritual guidance."

This is a very remarkable achievement.

The metal, fire, and earth spirit roots have strong aggressiveness, and are more suitable for practicing swordsmanship. Among them, the single spirit root is the rarest, and the third stage of Yinling is already amazing. Li Wenqing has reached Yinling at a young age. The results of the fourth stage of Lingling, this kind of qualification is really enviable.

Li Wenqing held his head high and proudly walked back from the gazes of his disciples.

"Next, Bai Tingquan."

Bai Tingquan walked up slowly, and the disciple specifically told him: "Be careful of the steps."

Bai Tingquan smiled lightly: "Thank you."

The disciple's face turned slightly red.

Bai Tingquan put his hand on the test stone and waited for a long time, but the test stone didn't respond at all. The disciple frowned in doubt: "Is it because you didn't hold it firmly? Wait a little longer..."

Xu Shi was worried that Bai Tingquan would be too embarrassing. After a long time, a few faint purple rays of light finally appeared tremblingly.

Purple?

The disciple scratched his head, he had never seen such a situation.

Mutated spiritual roots are several times rarer than single spiritual roots, and the only mutated spiritual roots that have been discovered so far are ice and thunder, and the purple color of thundering roots...is not like this.

Li Wenqing circled his chest and said disdainfully, "Hmph, trash."

The eyes of the disciples also changed from anticipation to regret and disdain.

They all felt that Mr. Canglang had misread it.

The disciple had no choice but to read: "Unknown spiritual root... the first stage of leading the spirit."

All the disciples roared with laughter.

At the beginning stage of spirit induction, isn't that just a mortal!

This time Canglang-Jun really missed his mark.At this moment, the enthusiasm of all the disciples was ignited, and they all looked forward to showing themselves in front of Lord Canglang, so that they could drive away the remnants of this trash demon sect and replace them as Lord Canglang's disciples.

No matter how bad they are, they can still be stronger than this trash remnant who has no spiritual roots and no spiritual power, right?

The remnants of this trash can be taken under Canglang Lord's seat. Wouldn't it be more likely for them...?

After going on for a while, the spiritual root test phase ended and the final stage of assessment was reached.

The assessment that Langjianzong designed for these disciples is very simple.

The disciples walked into a long corridor, and as long as they reached the opposite side of the long corridor, pushed open the closed door and walked out, they would pass the examination.

The rules are very simple, and it sounds very easy to pass. In an instant, the morale of all the disciples reached its peak. They were gearing up, eager to reach the other end of the corridor in an instant, so as to prove their strength.

All the disciples swarmed into the long corridor. Since the interior of the long corridor was divided into multiple spaces, the disciples would not meet each other, nor would they interfere with each other.

Bai Tingquan didn't rush like other disciples, he walked slowly into the long corridor, and suddenly felt that his eyes went dark, all the lights went out, only the two candles in the front door danced, leading him to go forward.

Bai Tingquan took a step forward.

Suddenly, a group of noisy and chaotic voices came to my ears.

He turned his head expressionlessly, and found that he suddenly appeared on a battlefield.

Blood, strong wind, fighting, dust and flames all over the sky, the two armies confronted each other, smoke rose everywhere, and the wailing and mourning of soldiers resounded all over the field.

Bai Tingquan stood in the middle of the battlefield, his expression flat and indifferent.

The essence of war is mostly aggression, and the aggressors like to put various nice gimmicks on these acts of aggression.He hated war, but there was nothing he could do about it.

The death of the soldiers is sad, and the crimes of the invaders are hateful.

Bai Tingquan frowned slightly, and then returned to normal, shuttling through the fight, everything around him disappeared in a blink of an eye, Bai Tingquan just raised his eyelids, and continued to move forward calmly.

This road seemed to be endless, and Bai Tingquan's forehead was slightly sweating. He was a little tired, and just wanted to take a rest, but in the next second, he entered another illusion.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters, the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, the refugees fled, and they were hungry in the wild.Plagues, famines, floods, each of which is destroying this crumbling country.

Bai Tingquan's eyes didn't even blink, and he shuttled quickly.

He knew that the weight of these two illusions was already quite heavy.

Anyone who has some ambitions and wants to display their full strength will be unable to distinguish between true and false, and thus indulge in illusions.

Bai Tingquan sighed softly, and continued to move forward, his mind was very clear.He roughly figured out the purpose of this assessment.

It is normal for people to have the seven emotions and six desires, but since one is worshiping the immortal gate, one must abandon these emotions and desires.

If one sinks into these illusions and allows one's emotions of joy, anger, worry, thought, sadness, fear, and shock to ferment, the more time one spends in this long corridor, the worse one's performance will be.

The ancient battlefield just now is sorrow, and the destruction of the country is worry. After Bai Tingquan figured it out, he continued to move forward without nostalgia.

Cultivating the Tao means detaching from all things and having no other distractions.

Besides, he... has no ambition.

One after another of the illusions, Bai Tingquan walked a little numb and sluggish.

His legs were as heavy as lead, and every step he took took all his strength.

He was panting heavily, and he didn't know how long he had walked, the further he walked, the greater the resistance, the air seemed to become sticky and stagnant, and every step he took gave him the illusion that this was the last step .

But when he raised his head, he suddenly found that there were two figures clinging to each other in front of him.

They stood ahead, waiting for him.

Bai Tingquan's head suddenly hurt.

This is the last of the seven emotions, "thinking".

Those two people were undoubtedly his parents.

The man is tall and handsome, and the woman is gentle and beautiful.

They whispered his name softly.

Bai Tingquan instantly became indifferent, without even looking at him, he walked straight past the couple, and put his hand on the doorknob.

He was an orphan, his parents died, but fortunately his parents left him a large inheritance, which allowed him to grow up without any worries.

When he was young, he often wondered what his parents were like, whether they would be like the host of the children's channel, his father was handsome and humorous, and his mother was gentle and charming.

And the couple in front of him had the faces of the hosts...

No wonder he would believe it.

The illusion will probe into the deepest desires of the heart, but when Bai Tingquan was a child, he really hoped that the hosts could be his parents...

But because it was too unrealistic, Bai Tingquan's head was also very clear.

This illusion is indeed very powerful, but it encountered Bai Tingquan.

Bai Tingquan's face was indifferent, he adjusted his breathing, and firmly pushed open the door.

The long-lost sunlight came in, Bai Tingquan squinted his eyes, and took a deep breath of fresh air.

On Wuya Peak, Ming Geng-jun chuckled.

Wen Zhi looked sideways at him.

"Okay, Lord Canglang, it's really good, he is the first child to walk out of the enchanted corridor, I will not believe that he is just a fool with no spiritual roots and no spiritual power.

"I'm really looking forward to his future performance."

A calm voice came from the side: "Me too."

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Bai Tingquan: Charming corridor, do you take me for a fool?