priesthood system

Chapter 100 Zongmen Meeting
The Martial Arts Pagoda is located on the dividing line between inner disciples and direct disciples.

Scattered inner sect disciples were scattered around the Martial Arts Pagoda. It seemed that they were not in the mood to break into the Pagoda. Everyone in the sect was discussing this matter.

Karl just walked towards the tower.

After entering the tower, a white light flashed, and a middle-aged man holding a spirit sword appeared in front of Karl's eyes, and at the same time, the words "first floor" floated in the air.

The Wulian Pagoda has a total of one hundred floors, and every ten floors reflects a level of realm, and one can be promoted to a direct disciple after breaking through the seventieth floor.

The monks on each floor are the strongest in the same realm, at least that's what Karl thought when he looked at the tip of the sword less than half a meter away from him when he killed the middle-aged man with a single knife.

It seems that it really can't take the usual way, Karl shook his head and appeared in the field again the next moment, Karl immediately activated the hidden skill.

One floor, two floors, four floors.
For a whole day, Karl was in the martial arts tower.

The Tower Spirit of the Wulian Tower is also focusing on Karl, the strange ability hidden in the space, is it the space ability?

On the No.60 floor, Karl looked at the tip of the sword piercing through his body, cut off the monk's head, then pulled out the sword, and silently ordered the HP potion of heaven in his mind.

However, Ta Ling of the Wulian Tower couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw Karl's healing wound, what a strong body.

Finally, Karl tightly held the spirit sword stuck in his neck again, killed the frightened monk with one stroke, and then pulled out the spirit sword.

The blood kept gushing out, and Karl was slowly getting up from the ground leaning on his demon sword village, and ordered a bottle of potion to restore 80.00% blood energy.

"It turns out that his physical body has limits."

Taring looked at Karl's slowly healing wound, and his mood improved a bit.

As Karl was exhausted and exited the martial arts tower, Ta Ling also sent Karl's battle video to his master's mind.

"Oh?"

In the mountain behind the Tianshuizong mountain, a monk shook the dust off his body, and was browsing Karl's battle video in his mind.

"Spatial ability, baby."

Then the monk's figure flickered, and then appeared above the martial arts tower, looking for Karl's figure.

Karl was dragging his tired body towards his residence against the night.

Suddenly a fairy-like old man appeared in front of Karl.

"Would you like to be my disciple?"

The old man looked at Carl eagerly and said.

"Who are you, are you sick?"

Looking at the old man standing in front of him, Karl changed direction and continued walking after speaking.

"Hey! Don't go! Little brother, you may not know who I am! I am the scholar Jian who was in the cultivation world 300 years ago!"

The old man hurriedly stopped in front of Karl, and said proudly.

"Oh, I haven't heard of it."

Looking at the old man standing in front of him, Karl frowned, and then continued to turn around to avoid the scholar's sword.

"Wait a minute! Little brother! As long as you worship under me, I guarantee you to be the strongest disciple among the direct disciples!"

The old man stopped in front of Karl again.

"Are you worshiping under your door, so you won't bother me anymore?"

Carl said impatiently with a look on his face that I see through you.

"Um." The scholar Jian thought for a moment, as long as he was under his sect, there would definitely be a chance to get in touch. The most urgent thing to do is to quickly accept Karl as a disciple, otherwise it would be bad if other old things robbed him.

"Yes, that's right."

Scholar Jian said affirmatively.

"Oh, hello master."

After speaking, Carl continued to turn around and walk towards his residence.

"Wait! Give me your ID card!"

The scholar sword stopped in front of Karl again.

"Do not you upset!"

As he spoke, Karl impatiently took out his ID card and threw it into the scholar's sword hand.

Scholar Jian held the identity card in his hand, and the palm of his hand emitted a faint blue light.

"All right."

After finishing all this, Shushengjian handed the identity card to Karl.

"Oh, don't bother me in the future."

After receiving the ID card, Carl walked away after speaking.

"I really don't know how to respect the teacher, let's see how I deal with you in the future." Although he thought so in his heart, Shu Shengjian was still happy.

"Personal disciple, Karl, master: Supreme Elder, scholar sword."

In the issued residence, Carl looked at his ID card with a wicked smile on his lips.

Boom boom boom!
When there was a knock on the door, Carlton frowned. He didn't know anyone else in Tianshuizong, so why would someone come looking for him?
Thinking, Carl slowly moved to the door and opened it.

The one who came was none other than a student from the same batch as Karl, Yin Xin.

"It's really you!"

Yin Xin looked happy, as if surprised.

"What's up?"

Carl said with a ruthless expression.

"Uh, um, I, I'm fine."

Yin Xin spat out the word "nothing" with difficulty.

"boom!"

The door was instantly closed by Karl.

"What are you dragging! If it weren't for seeing you and I being in the same period, I wouldn't talk to you!"

Yin Xin made a motion of kicking the door, waved her small powder fist, and finally left Karl's door in failure.

Just like this, he practiced in the Zongmen for more than ten days, during which the Zongmen issued an annihilation order and started a war against the Martial God Principality.

"Apprentice! Come to the sect master's palace! There are good things!"

A vibration suddenly awakened Karl in the dungeon. Karl looked at the identity card and habitually put on a black robe and left the dungeon.

In the hall of the suzerain, twelve elders of the sect sat on a long table, followed by their own disciples.

There is a disciple behind every elder, but there is no one behind the scholar sword.

"Old Jian, what about your disciple, don't tell me that 300 years have passed, and you are still a bachelor commander."

A bearded man smiled at the expressionless scholar Jian.

"Stinky boy! If you don't come here again, your master's old face will be gone." Thinking in his heart, Scholar Jian said, "What's the hurry, my apprentice is too busy practicing and forgets the time!"

At this time, Karl, who was dressed in a black robe, finally passed the interrogation and entered the suzerain hall.

Looking around, he finally saw Shu Shengjian's eager gaze.

Karl's black robe can only block the middle-level detection skills, and it was immediately exposed to the eyes of the bosses.

"Lao Jian, are you accepting a sick child?"

"Haha, old sword, can you do it?"

Facing everyone's mocking eyes, Shu Shengjian waved his hand to signal Karl to come over.

"Okay, now that everyone is here, it's time to discuss business."

The suzerain held down the lively atmosphere, and then spoke.

At the same time, Karl, who was behind the scholar's sword, looked at the direct disciple behind an old woman.

"I didn't expect to meet you here."

Looking at the Meteor Meteor Knife worn by the girl's waist, the original situation emerged in Carl's mind.

"Since this is the case, is there any problem with each disciple leading [-] monks from the sect?"

The suzerain is still talking, discussing with the elders.

"no problem"

The direct disciples all agreed, only Karl was not born.

The suzerain looked up curiously, and found that Karl had been staring at the personal disciple behind Elder Yan Han.

"Yo yo, Lao Jian, your disciple's eyeballs are almost flying to him."

"The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, ah, haha."

Scholar Jian had no choice but to gently tug on Karl's clothes corner.

That's like saying, give the master some face, don't look at it.

Carl cut his eyes back instantly, lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Well, that's it for tomorrow's departure."

With a word from the suzerain, the meeting came to an end.

(End of this chapter)