The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

Two months later.

The top of Lindan Peak was surrounded by white clouds, like a fairyland.

"Brother Chen! Where are you going in such a hurry?"

A beautiful girl in light green clothes saw Chen Qizhi and Lin Hongzhi flying into the sky in a hurry, and felt strange, so she asked.

"Sister, we are going to inspect the selection of outer disciples of our peak. Are you going?" Lin Hongzhi's eyes lit up when he saw Tong Xi, and he wanted to talk to Tong Xi more.

"Outer disciple selection? It's been three years." Tong Xi's heart moved, and she thought of Zhan Nianchuan who was doing odd jobs at the foot of the mountain. She remembered that he was chased and killed for picking spiritual herbs at the foot of Qingling Peak in order to practice, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

When I saw him more than a year ago, he was still at the first level of Qi Condensation. Now it's probably difficult to condense Qi at the second level. It seems that he will be expelled from Xuantian Sect.

"No, you go."

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Under Lindan Peak.

More than 20 errand boys at the third level of Qi Condensation and hundreds of disciples at the third and fourth levels of Qi Condensation cultivated in the peak have been divided into two circles and gathered together.

The nearly 1,000 errand boys in Lindan Peak have poor qualifications, and they have to spend a lot of time doing various tasks, and they don’t have much time to practice. This directly leads to only more than 20 people among the nearly 1,000 people being able to practice to the third level of Qi Condensation.

Although their qualifications are poor, all of these 20 people are ruthless people, and they are all almost self-abusing cultivation maniacs. Some of them have other opportunities, otherwise they would not be here, but they all have fatal shortcomings, that is, errand boys can’t get much resources at all, and they can’t even afford the lowest-level magic tools.

This directly leads to the probability of errand boys winning when facing disciples cultivated in the peak being almost zero.

In the past, only one or two errand boys could pass each outer sect assessment, which means that at most only two people here can get rid of the identity of errand boys and become outer sect disciples.

Except for Lin Hongzhi, who practiced to the fifth level of Qi Condensation in just three years, all other disciples recruited in the peak need to pass the outer sect disciple assessment. If you fail, you will automatically become an external disciple of the sect and be responsible for the sect's affairs in the secular world, so there is still a certain amount of pressure.

Zhan Nianchuan stood in a small circle of chores, closed his eyes and pondered all kinds of doubts about cultivation. Thinking of the obscure places, he couldn't help but secretly think that he would ask Wang Yan for advice in the future. It was really too difficult to explore alone without a master's guidance.

At this time, the crowd was in a commotion, and Zhan Nianchuan opened his eyes. It turned out that two disciples brought a huge notice board.

Several managers of the office were responsible for registration. They sat at the table and started calling people, very quickly.

"Zhan Nianchuan!"

Zhan Nianchuan came to the table and handed over the token when he heard the voice. The manager looked at the word "Dan" on the token and was slightly stunned. He looked at Zhan Nianchuan with a polite look.

"Take your number, B-47."

"Go to the signboard in front and find your number, then you can find where the competition is and the number of your opponent."

The steward gave him a bamboo stick with a slight smile, and pointed to the huge signboard at the entrance of the martial arts arena.

"Thank you."

Zhan Nianchuan nodded, then walked towards the signboard with the bamboo stick.

"Hey, little errand boy, are you also here to participate in the selection of outer disciples?"

Before Zhan Nianchuan walked to the signboard, a strong man with a long sword in his hand and a stubble on his face suddenly stretched out his huge palm and slapped him on the shoulder heavily.

Zhan Nianchuan frowned, ignored the extremely bored man, and walked straight ahead.

"Brother Long, this guy looks very arrogant."

"A small errand boy wants to become an outer disciple? Dream on!"

"Hmph, when you meet this guy later, don't hold back, let him know why the flowers are so red."

The people surrounding the strong man Brother Long were very angry and expressed their disdain for Zhan Nianchuan.

This group of people were obviously disciples from the peak, and several of them even had magic weapons.

With just one slap, the strong man Brother Long felt Zhan Nianchuan's strong body like a piece of iron. He knew that this guy was not simple, but he could only say disdainfully in front of his followers:

"Hehe, interesting, come with me to see who this little errand boy will beat, it's best not to meet Brother Long, otherwise he will be beaten to pieces."

The men surrounding Brother Long suddenly burst into laughter and happily followed Brother Long to the notice board.

Zhan Nianchuan was holding a bamboo stick and looking for an opponent, and the people next to him had seen the number of the bamboo stick in his hand and took the initiative to find it for him.

"The opponent of Yi 47 seems to be..."

"Di-level ring, Bing 26."

"Bing 26? No way! Isn't Bing 26 Brother Long?"

The gang was in an uproar, and Zhan Nianchuan was also very surprised. He couldn't help but look at the stubble-faced strong man.

"It's really me who is responsible for this!"

Brother Long looked at the bamboo stick in his hand and found that it was really Zhan Nianchuan. He stuck the long sword into the ground and laughed.

Zhan Nianchuan had no expression on his face. He came here just to confirm the location of the fight. As for who the opponent was, he didn't care.

Capsize in the gutter? Not happening.

"Little errand boy, why don't you say anything? Are you scared?"

The gang saw that Zhan Nianchuan didn't say a word, and they were all very interesting and started to make trouble again.

"Little errand boy, I see you don't even have a magic weapon, how can you fight me? Call Brother Long later, and roll off the ring obediently, it's not shameful."

Brother Long folded his arms and looked at Zhan Nianchuan with a smile.

Although this kid seems to be very strong, so what? I am at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, and I have a magic weapon in my hand. Is it possible that I will lose? So he looked very relaxed.

"Let's see the truth in the ring." Zhan Nianchuan said casually.

Brother Long was stunned for a while before bursting out laughing, pointing at Zhan Nianchuan who was walking to the other side and said, "Did you hear that? This little handyman wants to meet Zhenzhang with me in the ring!"

"Haha, Brother Long, if you don't kill him this time, I will look down on you."

"It's a famous arena, isn't it? Brother, I'll compete and watch the show right away."

"Let's go, brothers, let's watch Brother Long perform a trick that beats a chicken with an egg!"

A group of people laughed when they heard this, and some even bent over with laughter.

This group of people is quite powerful and has long formed a small group headed by Brother Long. They usually hang out together to bully the weak and fear the strong. There is very little fun in the mountain other than practicing. This time, they finally met someone who can be bullied and entertained. Where? Maybe let it go?

So they mingled together and walked shoulder to shoulder towards the ground-sized arena.