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

Demonic cultivation, sword cultivation, Dharma cultivation and Buddhist cultivation are not a system with each other, but the spiritual power between sword cultivation, Dharma cultivation and Buddhist cultivation is interoperable, and can be tested by a unified method, but magic cultivation is different .

Both Ming Geng-jun and Canglang-jun saw Bai Tingquan's mysterious footwork, combined with Bai Tingquan's performance in the enchanted corridor...

Wen Zhi whispered: "The Mozong's cultivation method is not in the same system as ours, and it's normal that the test stone can't detect his strength."

There was some worry in Ming Geng-jun's gentle eyes: "He is quite powerful, and the children of the sect seem to be unable to tolerate him, and they don't know what kind of heart he is."

Wen Zhi's eyes became a little far away, and there was a bit of gentleness in the distance: "Don't worry, senior brother, if he does something wrong, I will take responsibility."

Ming Geng Jun smiled: "Look at you, your precious apprentice can't even talk to me?"

Wen Zhi's eyes fixed on Bai Tingquan, who was a little tired, but still straightened his back decently and gracefully, sitting on the chair.

"Everyone is the eyes that supervise me and Tingquan. I trust him and will not do anything wrong."

Ming Geng-jun smiled helplessly, shook his head, but in the end he still didn't say anything, just looked at Wen Zhi, for a long time, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Many disciples came out one after another. Bai Tingquan sat in the dark all the time, and no one noticed him. He gloated and stared at the exit of the corridor, waiting for Li Wenqing to appear.

He didn't even notice that Wei Xun suddenly appeared in front of him and greeted him.

Entering this long corridor, the more ambitious and distracted the disciple, the harder it is to get out. Bai Tingquan's lips curled up, waiting to see Li Wenqing's joke.

Finally, Li Wenqing staggered out of the corridor.

He seemed to have experienced a fierce battle, his face was full of fatigue, and he couldn't even hold the epee, so he reluctantly carried his back and swayed every step of his walk.

Bai Tingquan raised his eyebrows.

Li Wenqing cast a vicious glance at those disciples who were staring at him, looking embarrassed and ridiculous.

Bai Tingquan roughly calculated Li Wenqing's ranking, and it was about the upper middle. His performance was not very outstanding, and he would not be brushed off.

Bai Tingquan pouted.

Senior disciples with more senior qualifications came to maintain order and announced the names of the disciples who passed the assessment. A simple assessment wiped out more than half of the people. In the end, only three of the mighty one hundred people remained. Dozens.

In addition, the disciples who did not pass the assessment will be sent back by the Langjian Sect. If the disciples voluntarily stay in the Langjian Sect, they can enter the outer sect, and they can be regarded as worry-free for a lifetime.

The disciple in charge gathered these thirty or so disciples and led them to the Golden Deer Terrace of Yangluan Peak to meet and meet the elders in the sect.

This is the double selection session that the disciples are looking forward to very much.

The deer is the guardian animal of the Langjian Sect, and every elder who is qualified to accept apprentices has a small and shining golden deer head pinned to his chest.

In Langjian Sect, Canglang Lord Wenzhi is the one with the highest reputation, the strongest strength, and the most admired by his disciples.

But... Lord Canglang is not here.

The tea on his table was completely cold.

Canglang Lord's absence made many disciples discouraged, and the look in their eyes was much darker, especially Li Wenqing, his brows were furrowed, and all the emotions were on his face.

As for the other elders, the ones with the highest status are the head of the Langjian Sect Ming Geng Sangwu, the younger brother Fengming Jun Wuhong, the senior sister Qingyuan Jun Liu Feichan, and the only one in the huge Langjian Sect. The Faxiu elder Linyuan Jun Qishu.

Further down, there are some elders who have status and fame in Langjianzong. They perform their own duties and manage the huge Langjianzong.

Bai Tingquan noticed that the arrogant old man who looked down on the Mozong the most was sitting next to the head Sangwu.

Bai Tingquan noticed his name tag, Xiang Yuhuai.

The whole process went very smoothly, and Wei Xun paid homage to Wu Hong as he wished.Bai Tingquan paid special attention to the protagonist Gong Shou, and found that they followed the development of the plot, and smoothly entered Ming Geng's seat together.

It's just that when we got to Li Wenqing's place, the smooth process got stuck.Li Wenqing's face was extremely ugly, he was persistently looking at Wen Zhi's seat in the middle, and refused to walk to the Jinlu Terrace with his neck stuck.

The disciple in charge had no choice but to recite his name emphatically.

Li Wenqing stepped up to the Golden Deer Terrace with great reluctance, and Sang Wu asked him gently: "Who do you want to worship?"

Li Wenqing said very proudly: "Disciple Li Wenqing, who leads the fourth stage of the spirit, worships Lord Canglang very much, and asks to be worshiped under Lord Canglang."

Sang Wu's eyebrows trembled slightly.

Everyone knows that Lord Canglang did not participate in the apprentice acceptance ceremony, and this is his best answer.He had never been here before, and he did his own way, and Sang Wu persuaded him many times to no avail.

Sang Wu smiled: "Mr. Canglang is not here, and he doesn't like to accept disciples, so I will reject it for him on my own. Then, elders, is there anyone who is willing to accept this little friend who guides the fourth stage of the spirit as a personal heir?"

All the seats were silent, for a long time, an elder with a young face smiled slightly: "Isn't it Li Wenqing, I wonder if you would be willing to be seated by me, come to my Yunyue Peak?"

Li Wenqing curled his lips, disliked the young elder's lack of fame and poor strength, so he directly refused.

For a moment, the silent Golden Deer Terrace was filled with deathly silence.

No one would like this disciple whose eyes are higher than the top, wishing to ride on his head.

Everyone ignored Li Wenqing, and the disciple in charge read out the name of the next disciple indifferently, but Li Wenqing was still arrogant and conceited. He didn't know that he was completely cold, and he returned to his seat defiantly.

Until the disciple in charge read Bai Tingquan's name, Bai Tingquan walked up to the center and received many unfriendly looks. He pursed his lips and smiled, straightened his back, and let everyone stare at him calmly.

Wen Zhi hasn't come yet.

Bai Tingquan's heart beat a little.But the drums only played once...

Wen Zhi doesn't want to accept himself as a disciple anymore?

Then... isn't this an opportunity to escape from Wenzhi in an open and honest manner! ! !

Bai Tingquan's eyes suddenly flickered happily.

As usual, Sang Wu asked his wishes.

Everyone knew that Bai Tingquan was Wen Zhi's personal heir, so they didn't dare to act rashly, but Wen Zhi didn't come.

Could it be that Wen Zhi doesn't want this disciple anymore?

Bai Tingquan just glanced at Wenzhi's empty seat, and just when he was about to blurt out that he wanted to go to Lord Linyuan's place to do a happy Dharma practice, the corners of his mouth turned up in an arc, and his eyes almost stuck to Linyuan's. When Yuan Jun is on...

Suddenly, the crowd was in an uproar.

I saw Wen Zhi fluttering like light and thin snow, suddenly appearing in front of everyone.

He did not return to his seat, but walked up to the Jinlu Terrace with steady steps, step by step towards the Baiting Spring.

Everyone gasped, they couldn't figure out how Lord Canglang, who was rarely seen on weekdays, broke such an exception today and came to Jinlu Terrace.

Bai Tingquan's gaze was involuntarily attracted to Wen Zhi, so much so that he subconsciously held his breath.

When he was still reading the original novel, the character of Wen Zhi attracted him. He had guessed Wen Zhi's appearance countless times in his mind, and he knew that a person like Wen Zhi must have a first-class appearance.

But until he saw it with his own eyes, he realized that this was something he could never have imagined.

Wen Zhi's voice was still so thick and pleasant: "Sorry, I went to fetch something and it took me a while. Please be safe and don't be impatient."

After speaking, he looked at Bai Tingquan seriously again, and remained silent, as if waiting for Bai Tingquan to speak.

The disciple in charge reacted quickly, he asked Bai Tingquan: "Bai Tingquan, elders present, do you have any wishes?"

The eyes of all the disciples are fixed on Bai Tingquan. Not only the disciples, but even the elders who have seen the big wind and waves are wondering whether today is a vision from the sky, which caused this Lord Canglang, who never accepts disciples, to come here. Jinlutai.

Lord Canglang really did this for the remnants of the Demon Sect...

Bai Tingquan seemed to have lost the ability to think, so he just responded: "Bai Tingquan, a person from Weizhu Mountain, unknown spiritual root, the first stage of spiritual guidance... I wonder if Lord Canglang can accept me..."

After speaking, he immediately reacted, his eyes widened slightly, and he didn't know what expression to put on... But if he could see the color of his intestines, it should be blue.

The words have been spoken, there is no room for repentance...

Wen Zhi withdrew his gaze from Bai Tingquan, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief at an angle that Bai Tingquan couldn't see.

Afterwards, with the same indifferent and self-sufficient appearance, he handed the bright and exquisite blue waist badge to Bai Tingquan, and said in a low voice: "Tingquan, keep it, this is the waist badge that represents your identity, you are officially Become my disciple of Ting Xuefeng."

However, Li Wenqing broke into the center of Jinlu Terrace at this time. He was so excited that he couldn't suppress his emotions. He chased after Wen Zhi and shouted excitedly: "Mr. Canglang, I am Li Wenqing. Fourth stage of the spirit, I want to worship you as my teacher!"

Even Sang Wu frowned slightly.

Such a loss of composure on the Golden Deer Terrace...

Wen Zhi turned around slowly, and frowned: "I have a personal biography, please find another master."

Bai Tingquan groaned inwardly, and was about to take half a step back when Li Wenqing's eyes full of hatred suddenly fixed on him: "Mr. Canglang, Bai Tingquan's trash from the Demon Sect can be your disciple, why should I Can't? I'm a single spirit root of the gold system, a genius of the fourth stage of guiding spirits, what does Bai Tingquan have? Lord Canglang, my talent is much superior to his, why don't you accept me as a disciple..."

Wen Zhi looked at him indifferently: "I don't need a disciple who only holds grudges against other classmates and contradicts the teacher in public."

Li Wenqing gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists.

Bai Tingquan was a little taken aback. Just now, Wen Zhi was defending him?

Sang Wu frowned, and said, "Yu Huai, why did I remember that you said a while ago that you wanted to find a disciple with a single spiritual root of the gold system, I think it's good to ask..."

Xiang Yuhuai glanced at Sang Wu faintly, immediately understood what Sang Wu meant, and snorted coldly: "Li Wenqing, I accept you as my personal successor, are you willing?"

Except for Xiang Yuhuai, all the elders present were unwilling to accept Li Wenqing as a disciple.

Li Wenqing had only recovered a bit of clarity so far, gritted his teeth, but still said with a bit of reluctance: "Disciple is willing."

After finishing speaking, his eyes were full of hatred, and he looked at Bai Tingquan.

The author has something to say:

Sang Wu: Why, I can’t say anything about your precious apprentice?

Wen Zhi: Exactly.