Are The Villain Bosses Strong?

Qingxuan Sect, one of the most famous righteous sects in the entire continent.

As time passed, Qingxuan Sect showed signs of fatigue and had a tendency to fall out of the mainstream, but its rich heritage still made people dare not underestimate it, attracting many mortals to come and seek immortals.

Qingxuan Sect is also generous. As long as you can pass the entrance test and be selected by the sect's mountain gate, you can join.

Today is the day when Qingxuan Sect opens its sect to recruit disciples.

Hundreds of children under the age of sixteen from all over the world looked up at the misty and towering mountains in front of them and opened their mouths wide.

Shan Wuhao is also one of them. He has never left the town since he was a child. The last time he tested his qualifications was his only time to go out. When did he see such a magnificent landscape.

"What's that smell? It's sour. Do you smell it?"

"Now that you mention it, it seems to be a bit." A young master who looks like a rich family said.

Shan Wuhao sniffed his nose and found that the smell was coming from him.

His face flushed immediately, and he pulled his clothes together, and quietly retreated to the end of the team before his peers around him found the source of the smell.

Unexpectedly, there was a chubby girl hiding at the end of the team, who smiled silly when she saw him.

Shan Wuhao smelled the faint fragrance coming from the girl's body, and felt even more embarrassed in front of this girl from an unusual family.

The clothes that his parents had made for him were eclipsed in the crowd, as if he was the only bumpkin among so many people.

Thinking of this, the young man's fragile self-esteem was hit hard, and he hunched his back more and couldn't raise his head. He had no intention of appreciating the scenery of the fairy mountain, and only wanted to end this tormenting wait as soon as possible.

At this moment, a crane cry pierced the sky, and the young people all looked up at the sky.

I saw a white crane breaking through the clouds and carrying an old man in a long robe flying down from the sky.

The old man on the white crane, which was a circle larger than the white horse, jumped down before it landed, and stood lightly on the ground.

"Old man, the ninth elder of Qingxuan Sect, are you all going to enter our Qingxuan Sect to seek immortality?"

"Yes, immortal!"

The ninth elder waved his robe lightly, and clouds gathered under the feet of everyone, lifting everyone from the ground.

"Don't panic, I will take you into the immortal gate."

After saying this, the ninth elder jumped back on the crane, and the young people also slowly flew into the sky supported by the clouds.

They were amazed at such a novel experience.

Shan Wuhao, who was at the end, was excited and stared at the back of the ninth elder.

So this is the real immortal!

He will soon become such an immortal!

Flying over the mountains in front of him, Shan Wuhao finally saw the true appearance of Qingxuan Sect. Ten peaks were located around the main peak in the middle, and many buildings and figures could be seen on each peak.

This kind of prosperity and magnificence makes people feel excited.

After the ninth elder led everyone to the sect, he left directly. He was responsible for coming out to show off and support the scene, and the subsequent matters were taken care of by the children below.

First, they re-examined everyone's physique, and after making sure that they were all able to practice without taking advantage of the situation, they were led to the Qingxuan Sect's martial arts arena.

There were many Qingxuan Sect disciples watching around. As old students, they had to come over to watch the excitement of this large-scale freshman admission ceremony and comment on the qualifications and appearance of this year's freshmen.

The nine elders and the sect master of Qingxuan Sect sat in the main seat. Under their condescending gazes, a tense atmosphere suddenly arose.

A disciple walked in front of everyone and used his spiritual energy to ensure that his voice could reach the ears of the hundreds of newcomers who were about to enter the sect.

"Next is an entrance examination, which tests your qualifications and character. Although there will be risks in the middle, your life will not be in jeopardy. The elders of each peak will select disciples based on everyone's performance. Now the examination begins."

The disciple said a preface to the cultivation method, and the mysterious and difficult words poured into everyone's ears.

At first, the young people didn't feel anything, but gradually they felt their bodies getting more and more itchy, as if something was drilling into their bodies.

Some people began to scratch their bodies, until they noticed that several people had already sat cross-legged and closed their eyes to endure it. Then they realized something and quickly sat down and began to guide according to the preface to the cultivation method.

Most of the others understood what was going on and sat down to follow the example.

Only Shan Wuhao, who was at the end, looked confused.

It's not that he didn't want to sit down and practice to show his aptitude, but he didn't understand it at all!

He couldn't even figure out the occasional sound of the school, let alone the more profound preface to the cultivation method.

Shan Wuhao was very anxious, but no one could explain it to him at this time.

Is it over?

Shan Wuhao was unwilling to give up, so he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes like those people, enduring the itching caused by the spiritual energy penetrating his body.

Others were getting more and more relaxed, and even if they didn't successfully hide the energy in their bodies, they also relieved the itching on their bodies.

Shan Wuhao was sweating profusely, his body was trembling slightly, and he was stiff as if ants were crawling on his body.

"It seems that there are no monsters in this class, not even one who has officially entered the Qi Refining stage." The other disciples who were watching began to whisper.

"Who said that? Have you forgotten the one that the Great Elder brought back a few days ago? My goodness, he listened to the preface and directly achieved the initial stage of Qi Refining. In the evening, wow, he directly achieved the minor stage of Qi Refining!"

"Hiss, this kid is so terrifying! Your mountain is going to have another ruthless person."

"Hey, look, the little guy at the back didn't get the hang of it, and he was stiff the whole time?"

"After the spiritual energy entered the body without guidance, that feeling... He can still hold on until now, awesome."

"Hush, the elders are picking people!"

The nine elders on the main seat went down one by one to take away some disciples, and there was no scene of fighting.

After all, the talented ones were all divided up privately, and the ones left on the surface were dispensable, and it didn't matter if there were two more or two less.

There were fewer and fewer people on the field, and finally only one sweaty Shan Wuhao was left. You could tell from his appearance that this kid's cultivation aptitude was extremely worrying.

Oh, by the way, there was one person left next to him, the little girl who smiled foolishly at Shan Wuhao at that time. In this situation, she actually sat cross-legged on the ground and fell asleep with her head tilted.

Shan Wuhao opened his eyes and looked at the only two people left on the field, his eyes began to dull.

Just like that, he was left?

His immortal journey ended just because he didn't understand the preface?

Shan Wuhao lowered his head, and the sour smell on his body became strong again because of a lot of sweat, as if mocking him, a mud-legged man who didn't know the height of the sky and the depth of the earth and wanted to turn over.

"Master, I come to Qingsong Peak to recruit disciples on behalf of my master."

"Yes."

The person who spoke was tall and slender, wearing a dark green long gown, and took a square step. There was no jade pendant bag hanging on his waist, but a somewhat incongruous string of bells hanging on his waist, which kept making a light sound.

Shan Wuhao suddenly became nervous, stretched out his hand to poke the obviously mentally ill girl who was still sleeping next to him, and then quickly lowered his head.

I smell very bad, will he dislike me?

If he chooses the girl next to him, should I ask him for help?

The black cloth boots stopped in front of Shan Wuhao, and the melodious and deep voice floated into his ears like the sound of nature, interrupting his wild thoughts.

"My name is Ji Feng, and I am the only disciple of Qingsong Peak. You two can call me Senior Brother in the future."