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Cultivator Han Yi stood on the high platform, lined up with the other seven Golden Core Cultivators.

Under the scorching sun, the tall pillars shaded the sunlight, casting the mottled silhouette down.The wind blew slightly, the priest's robe fluttered lightly, and the whole scene was so quiet that one could almost hear the somewhat chaotic and nervous breathing of the young people below.

He squinted his thick eyebrows and cast his gaze on a boy with a pockmarked face.It was a rather ordinary-looking young man, with a thin figure and even a little pockmarked freckles on his face, but even so, he still caught his eye in the queue of eight rows and eight rows.

There is no other reason, it is just because the distinctive and pure zhenqi on his body really makes him greedy.That zhenqi, even at a distance of ten feet, can still be seen clearly, which can explain how strong this young man's zhenqi is.

He licked his lips, greedily wanting to absorb the true energy in his body, but because he was outside, he didn't dare to do anything wrong.

Cultivator Han Yi is the only one among the eight Golden Core monks who has cultivated to the late stage of Golden Core. The age of the Golden Core stage is relatively young, so his appearance is still around the age of [-]. Although there are slight wrinkles in the corners of the eyes, it is not obvious, and it is much better than the seven Golden Core monks around him. .

But in recent years, his cultivation speed has been much slower than before, and this is the reason why he began to abandon the pure way he was chasing, and began to use bad brains.

One day, Brother Zhuo Lan told him that there was a way to get him out of the mid-Golden Core ranks as soon as possible and quickly become a late-Golden Core monk.He agreed without hesitation.

That method is to absorb the true energy of others to help oneself cultivate.

He clearly knew that it was "the way of magic in the immortal way", but he could no longer get rid of the temptation of that shortcut to him.If there is any way to help him become a fairy as soon as possible, then any way, even if it is to let him drink blood and eat raw meat, he is willing to do so.

Brother Zhuo Lan was also looking at the boy Wang Junsheng pretended to be at the moment.Although that young man was ugly in appearance, he had a wise temperament that could not be hidden. Although a family with a family could pursue that perfect appearance, it might not necessarily be able to pursue that natural temperament.That kind of temperament lies in the mind of a person who cultivates the Tao, his experience, and his understanding of the Tao.

But right now, this young man is obviously the blessed person chosen by the Dao, and even the zhenqi in his body is extremely pure.He secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, a little bit wanting to take it into his family.

But soon, he noticed that the eyes of the seven people beside him were naked like greedy wolves, just like him, staring closely at the thin young man standing tall and straight under the high platform.

Yesterday's white-haired monk stood behind the eight Golden Core monks. Although he also wanted to win this boy, this year is not the year for him to accept apprentices. Therefore, according to the rules of the Blood Martial Alliance, he cannot compete with the other eight. A monk snatches food.Although he felt a little pity, but he thought that the more talented the boy, the more difficult it would be to control, so he looked down on it, but felt a little pity faintly.

In the entire Blood Martial Alliance, it can be said that there are very few Taoist priests who practice the righteous way, and even if there are, they are sucked by those insane people who tortured their fellow sects.

A good Blood Martial Alliance, if you peel off the fake skin on its body, you can see that the so-called Blood Martial Alliance, the so-called No. [-] Immortal Cultivation Sect in Hurricane Town, is actually a gathering place of "demonic ways" .

The white-haired Golden Core cultivator saw that the eight Golden Core cultivators were a little ready to move, and he didn't feel it was funny. He cleared his throat, thinking a little bit of a good show, and said: "Eight cultivators, please choose your own disciples."

After finishing speaking, he stepped back and watched a good show with the sect monks around him.

Sure enough, as soon as this sentence was uttered, the entire high platform was in chaos.

Brother Han Yi couldn't bear it at first, and immediately said: "I will choose one person first, the pockmarked boy in the third row and sixth column. I think he is quite destined for Daoism, and he is also quite destined for me."

A short monk interrupted gently: "Friar Han Yi, what you said is not right. How do you know that he is destined for you? I think this kid looks quite aura, and he is a good seed for cultivation. I don't know if Brother Han Yi is willing to give up his love?"

Brother Han Yi snorted coldly. "No, I like this kid very much, and today I will make him worship me as a teacher."

The other monks present all knew what they were thinking in the bottom of their hearts, but they didn't reveal it. They also walked out alone, and said with a smile on their faces: "Two Jindan monks, although you think he is a good seed for cultivation, But it also depends on the boy's thoughts, doesn't it?"

This time, Cultivator Han Yi and the previous short cultivator fought against each other.The Jindan cultivator in front of him is a well-known smiling tiger in their sect. He always speaks politely, taking advantage of both sides. He is a typical hypocrite who is obedient and obedient, but there are people Follow his way, think he is quite kind, willing to work with him.

But more importantly, he is rich and rich, and he has many magic weapons, heaven and earth mysterious treasures in his hands.If you get his favor and support, then you will get twice the result with half the effort in cultivation.

Both of them understood that what he said was definitely because he was sure in his heart that he could get that boy.

Both of them gritted their teeth in hatred, but he said that there was no problem, and he couldn't refute it for a while.

Brother Zhuo Lan naturally understood Brother Han Yi's thoughts.Although he originally wanted to get this young man, but compared to this young man, he might as well stand in a good team.After weighing it in his mind, he decided to sacrifice the ego to achieve the big ego.Although youngsters with this kind of talent are rare, they are not without them. Moreover, with his cultivation base, even if he absorbs the true energy in his body, it would be a waste. Why not ask for a favor here and let Brother Han Yi remember his kindness? .

Thinking like this, he walked up to the three of them, and said with a smile: "It's useless for you to fight so fiercely here, it's better to ask that young man what he thinks."

Brother Han Yi gave him a hard look, quite dissatisfied with his proposal.

Brother Zhuo Lan tugged at Brother Han Yi's sleeve, signaling him to stay at ease.

Brother Han Yi is irritable by nature, and he doesn't want to use his brain when doing anything, so everything needs Brother Zhuo Lan to deal with his funeral. Therefore, Brother Han Yi, who is used to Brother Zhuo Lan helping him with everything, is aware of his After signaling, he stopped talking.

Brother Zhuo Lan is very meticulous every time he does things, and I think it will be the same this time.

Several other monks were also aware of the debate here, but they quickly gave up this fight. After all, their cultivation base was negligible compared with the four of them. , might as well give up.

Thinking in this way, they have already made a decision in advance and selected their own disciples.Those disciples are generally teenagers with three spiritual roots and four spiritual roots and no spiritual roots, but to them there is no difference.

After all, almost all disciples are just their test products in the end, no matter what their cultivation level is, they have no way out.

And their disciples this year, as always, did not get a talented person.This is already the practice of the Blood Martial Alliance. Although they, who are of low cultivation base, have some criticisms, they dare not question it face to face.If you have time to complain, it is better to practice more to increase your cultivation base. This method is much better than complaining.

They selected their disciples and led them back to their monastery.

The Taoist monastery, every Jindan monk who can accept disciples will have it, it is the place where the Jindan monks practice and teach those young disciples. Generally speaking, each Taoist temple is independent, and there will be no people from other Taoist monasteries. Go through the door.

All of a sudden, half of the people in the square were reduced.

Luo Qingzhuo was taken away by a tall monk, he was very excited, and quickly joined the team of that monk, and said something to Wang Junsheng by the way. "Brother, I'm leaving first. Come to Xichun Taoist Academy to find me in the future. If it's something I can do, I will definitely help you."

After speaking, he followed the team and left, turning his head to make faces for Wang Junsheng as he walked.

For a moment Wang Junsheng wanted to tell him to be careful, but the next moment he suppressed his thoughts.

He stood still on the spot again, thinking indifferently in his heart, anyway, the Blood Martial Alliance will definitely disappear on this land of China.

At this moment, four lights and shadows fell from the high platform, Wang Junsheng raised his eyes and saw four Jindan monks who should have been on the high platform standing in front of him.

For a moment, Wang Jun became the focus of everyone.

There was an uproar around, and the voice of whispering kept reaching Wang Junsheng's ears.

"Who is that person, and why are the four Golden Core cultivators of the Blood Martial Alliance standing in front of him?!"

"...Which dear brother is so honorable to be favored by the Four Great Golden Core cultivators? If I have this blessing, I will definitely burn incense!"

"Who is that person? Who is it? Who is it?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard of him before."

"Stop talking, everyone, hurry up and be quiet, look, that Golden Core cultivator is about to speak!"

As soon as these words came out, the scene suddenly fell silent, and everyone held their breath tightly, waiting quietly for what the Golden Core cultivators had to say.

According to the method given by Brother Zhuo Lan, Brother Han Yi said directly: "Come into my sect, and I will teach you "Tianhuo Xuantiande"."

The middle-aged man under the sun had a cold and hard face, with a self-confident arrogance on his face, as if giving a gift to a small ant.

The scene was in an uproar, and anyone present who had a discerning eye would know that "Tianhuo Xuantiande" is a Dao method of the Dao level of heaven. It is said that it has been lost for a long time, but now I don't think it is Han Yi who is under the small sect of the Blood Martial Alliance In the hands of the monks.

For a moment, even the other two Golden Core cultivators who came down with him were taken aback.Brother Zhuo Lan smiled confidently with a look of confidence in the victory.

The short man gritted his teeth and said: "Young man, if you join my sect, then I will definitely find a book for you that is more suitable for your dual spiritual roots of earth and fire."

Smiling tiger also didn't expect that monk Han Yi, who has no brains all day long, to be smart for a while, he was stunned for a while, and stared coldly at the monk Zhuo Lan next to Brother Han Yi for a long time, and then pulled out a smile, He kindly suggested to the pockmarked boy in front of him.

"The "Tianhuo Xuantiande" is said to be divided into two volumes. I think that monk Han Yi only has one volume in his hand. I heard that the Taoist method requires two volumes to be an exquisite method. Instead of the cumbersome Taoism, it is better to come into my sect. Although I don't have the "Heavenly Fire Proclaiming Heavenly Virtue", I have other exquisite Taoism suitable for you. nourished by the spirit grass."

The three Golden Core cultivators had already played their cards, but Wang Junsheng was still indifferent.

Everyone held their breath, wanting to see which master that pockmarked brother would choose.

The wind seems to have stopped.