Master, he doesn't want to [Transmigration Book]

Yun Xu nodded lightly: "Of course you can."

"Then what if someone stops you from leaving?"

"Block..." Yun Xu looked at the two deacons and disciples thoughtfully, with a half-smile, "I don't think anyone would dare to stop."

The young man's gaze pierced people like a knife, sending chills down the backs of the two of them, and the creepy feeling crawled from their heels to their foreheads, making them break out in a few drops of cold sweat.

"Hahahaha, look how forgetful I am, the elixir was taken internally!" The deacon disciple wiped off his cold sweat, and quickly stuffed the porcelain bottle into Feng Changan's hand, slapping it hahaha, "I always thought it was applied externally, I'm so stupid."

Butler Huang followed suit: "Yes, yes, the pill is taken internally. You go, don't waste time."

Feng Chang'an rubbed the porcelain bottle in his palm, with a hint of sarcasm on his mouth, he hid the sarcasm very deeply, with a layer of smile on his face, so that people couldn't see his true emotions.

"Thank you, senior." Feng Changan said with a smile.

"No thanks, no thanks, it should be." The deacon disciple hurriedly waved his hands, urging: "There should be a while at the Enlightenment Platform, don't be polite to us, go!"

Thank you, senior. " Thanks again, Feng Chang'an rushed out of the palace gate with a stride, and went straight to the Dao platform.

Seeing the person completely disappeared from sight, Yun Xu's face darkened, and the smile in his eyes disappeared completely.

"This elder doesn't know that it takes so long to practice a first-level trauma pill. At your speed, do you want to wait for the person to die before pouring the medicine?"

The two trembled together, and tremblingly said: "The elixir just happened to be gone, the procedure is complicated... so slow down."

"What are you talking about?" Yun Xu narrowed her eyes, "I didn't hear clearly, please say it again."

Outside the hall, the green radishes are dyed with golden sunlight, spreading the warmth of the one-tile hall, but it is a pity that the warmth enters the hall and becomes cold, as severe as cutting someone's head off.

The deacon disciple's face turned pale, and he knelt down abruptly: "Elder Zigui, this is what Brother Ming meant..."

The attic is high-rise, the corridors are convoluted, and the terrain is extremely complicated.

When Feng Chang'an rushed back to the Dao Dao platform, there were hundreds of people left in the Dao Dao platform with thousands of people, all of whom were selected to wait to enter the outer sect and become outer sect disciples.

At this time, Feng Chang'an entered the Enlightenment Platform, as if a stone was thrown into a water basin, splashing all over the place.

"He just came up from the ladder? Isn't the assessment already over?"

"That's right, not to mention that he just came up now, and he didn't even register for admission, just look at him like that, he's sick, maybe he'll die that day..."

"In my opinion, it must be someone who went through the back door!"

"Really, the competition is huge. It doesn't matter if you can't get in the inner door. Even the outer door has to compete with someone with a background to earn a seat..."

Everyone was discussing, all showing expressions of disgust.

Anyone who has worked so hard to climb up, but meets someone who easily walks through the back door, will feel unbalanced psychologically.

The Daoist altar has already recruited enough people, deacons, and inner sects. Feng Changan came back just in time to catch up with the recruits from the outer sect. More than a dozen elders from the outer sect held rosters and stood on the height of the altar.

"quiet!"

The elder of the outer sect raised his voice: "The enrollment of disciples of the outer sect has started, and the quota is limited to [-]. Those who can read their names will enter the outer sect, and those who can't read their names will be registered."

The ranks of Qing Yunzong's disciples are ranked from high to low, namely direct disciples, deacon disciples, inner disciples, outer disciples, and named disciples.

Among them, the registered disciples have the lowest status and the least resources. Unless they squeeze into the top [-] in the annual competition and are promoted according to the clan system, there is no other way to improve their own resources.

The same is true for the disciples of the outer sect and the inner sect. If they want to advance to a higher level, they must jump to the top [-] of the outer sect.