Immortal and Demon Cultivation

Ye Xiaochuan was quite confident in Big Head's ability.

He opened his arms and said to the children kneeling in the valley, "Get up."

The children stood up and looked at Ye Xiaochuan with an almost fanatical look.

Ye Xiaochuan flew over their heads at a low speed holding Big Head, examining each teenager.

Yes, these people's qualifications are all above average. As long as they are given some time, they can be trained into first-class masters.

He turned to Wang Keke and said, "Why are there only 6,000 people?"

Wang Keke didn't say anything. He was angry with Ye Xiaochuan.

Big Head laughed and said, "Don't ask this old naughty boy, he is angry with you.

The population of Southern Xinjiang is small, and it is already good to find these 6,000 children with good qualifications in a short period of time.

Ge Sang is still recruiting young children in Southern Xinjiang, and it is estimated that it will take a few months.

Boy, let me remind you that the population of Southern Xinjiang is not as high as that of the Central Plains, and there are even fewer people with high qualifications who are suitable for practicing Taoism.

Even if we recruit them in batches, it will be difficult to gather 30,000 people.

Why don't we set up in the Central Plains and the Western Regions? Set up a few outlets for recruiting disciples? "

Ye Xiaochuan shook his head and said, "It's too late.

A few years ago, Nangong Fu recruited young girls in the Middle Earth, and the righteous and the demon sects followed suit. All the young people with slightly better qualifications were divided up.

Only Nanjiang formed its own system and was not affected too much.

Anyway, the time in this mustard seed space is different from the time in the human world. We have plenty of time.

Wait for the next batch of Nanjiang children to grow up. "

After inspecting these Nanjiang teenagers, he began to lecture them.

It was nothing more than some high-sounding polite words, encouraging these children to practice Taoism here and defend their country in the future.

Ye Xiaochuan finally became the kind of person he once hated the most.

But what can he do?

He said a lot of empty rhetoric, painted a pie bigger than the sky, and ignited the blood of these young people.

These young people knelt down again and let out a childish roar.

At dusk, the inspection was completed, and Ye Xiaochuan asked Wang Keke to take these young people into the Wanhu Ancient Cave.

Big Head can't stay here forever. In order to avoid being discovered by the scattered cultivators of Qilin Mountain or the cultivators in the world that there are a large number of humans gathered here, it is safer to hide in the cave.

Wang Keke wanted to save face, so he pulled nearly a hundred young men and women over and showed off to Ye Xiaochuan, saying that these nearly a hundred young people have the best qualifications and will become the leaders of this team in the future.

Standing in front, a boy and a girl, two teenagers about ten years old, saluted Ye Xiaochuan.

The girl said: "Hello, Master. Daddy and aunt asked me to say hello to you."

Ye Xiaochuan said: "Girl, what is your name, whose child is it?"

The girl raised her head, seeming to have a sense of superiority.

"My name is Ge Ling, my father is Gray, and my aunt is Ge Sang."

Ye Xiaochuan said with a hum, "So you are Ge Ling, you have grown up so big, the last time I saw you, you were only this tall..." He gestured with his hands, feeling that time had passed by in a flash.

Ye Xiaochuan had seen this little girl two or three times before. She was the daughter of Gray, the chief of the Miao ethnic group.

Ge Sang was her aunt.

Ge Ling was a proud girl. She felt along the way that these young men and women in southern Xinjiang were all low-class people, and only her bloodline was the most noble.

At this moment, Ye Xiaochuan's attitude towards her and saying that he had seen her before made Ge Ling feel even more superior, and she looked proudly at the companions around her who cast envious eyes.

Ye Xiaochuan saw the chubby boy next to her and said, "What's your name?"

The boy seemed a little dull.

, said: "I... My name is Yan Feng."

Ye Xiaochuan suddenly realized and said: "No wonder you look familiar. You are the son of the Dayan tribe leader. How is your father these days?"

The young man named Yan Feng seemed a little timid and said: "My father is very good. He takes the warriors of the tribe into the mountains to hunt and store food all day long. He said he would fight to the death with the heavens."

Ye Xiaochuan patted his head and laughed: "Your father, the Dayan tribe leader, is a warrior among warriors. I almost lost to him when I drank with him several times before.

As his son, you lack his heroism."

These dozens of boys and girls have excellent qualifications, but their identities are also excellent.

They are either the sons of this tribe leader or the daughters of some warriors.

It can be said that they are all second-generation officials in southern Xinjiang.

Ye Xiaochuan knew that the nearly 100 children in front of him would be his left and right arms in the future, so he talked to them one by one.

This time Wang Keke was no longer angry, and it was Ge Ling's turn to be angry.

She stepped hard on Yan Feng's foot. She felt that it was the master who should have touched her head just now. Yan Feng, this unmanly guy, stole her limelight.

Yan Feng's foot was stepped on, but he didn't say a word and just stood there stupidly.

This made Ge Ling think that the boy didn't feel any pain, so he stepped hard again and twisted it with his heel.

But Yan Feng didn't react at all and endured it all silently.

From this point of view, the dull Yan Feng will achieve a lot in the future.

I'm afraid it will be higher than that Ge Ling who looks outstanding and very active.

The Wanhu Ancient Cave is the largest underground world known to the world. It can accommodate 6,000 people, not to mention 600,000 people.

The only drawback is that the mustard seed space deep in the ancient cave is not big. It can only accommodate about 1,000 people at most.

So these 6,000 people have to enter the mustard seed cave for cultivation in six batches.

When the people who enter reach the realm of flying in the air, they will withdraw and be secretly escorted to the jade cave in Wushan, Nanjiang to continue their cultivation.

Their whole life is to practice continuously.

Under this high-intensity practice, they are like special forces in the army. They are very powerful, but they have also lost a lot of childhood fun.

After the arrangements were made, Ye Xiaochuan, Wang Keke, and Big Head entered the mustard seed space.

This is a semi-artificial and semi-natural lava cave. The surrounding stone walls and the top of the cave are inlaid with many jade stones the size of human heads, emitting a faint strange light, illuminating the space inside.

A trickle of water slowly flows down from a stone wall at the edge, forming a circular river of living water in the cave.

There are five jade sculptures in the center of the cave, all of which are the ancestors of the white fox clan.

The jade sculpture in the middle is a beautiful woman with long hair falling to the ground, and nine pure white jade tails are lifelike.

On both sides of the nine-tailed celestial fox jade sculpture, there are four human-shaped fox demon jade sculptures.

They represent the Thousand-Faced Demon Fox, the Heart-Eating Demon Fox, the Blue-Eyed Demon Fox, and the long-extinct Charming Red Fox.

Ye Xiaochuan knows everything here.

He has lived here alone for fifteen years.

No one knows how he survived those fifteen years alone.