Xiuxian: The Beginning Starts with the Drug Boy

  Chapter 62 The disciple who charged into battle

  In the stall area.

  A rather handsome young man, dressed in a Baiyunmen-style robe, casually walked along the path between the stalls.

   not long.

  Cheng Buzheng noticed a stall out of the corner of his eye.

   In front, not far away, a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi was sitting cross-legged on the ground, closing his eyes and meditating.

   A wooden sign was displayed on the small stall, and it was written, "Sell fine iron, copper, clear water, and spiritual grain."

  Cheng Buzheng's heart moved, he walked slowly past several booths, and when he came to this booth, he asked casually,

   "Huangya Linggu, how many spirit stones are there?"

  The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi opened his eyes and glanced at Cheng Buzhengdao,

   "Huang Ya Linggu, ten spirit stones a fight." Smiling, he looked at Cheng Buzheng.

   Cheng Buzheng frowned, and spoke slowly.

   "Fellow Daoist, did you say the price wrong! Eight spirit stones for a bucket, see if you can sell it!"

  The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi quickly shook his head and said,

   "On the street stalls, there is no lower price than mine."

  The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi saw the young man in front of him, wearing the clothes of an outside disciple of the Baiyun Sect, who was at the early stage of Qi training, and knew that he must have joined the group of monks in the Baiyun Sect more than two years ago.

   Cheng Buzheng saw the appearance of the middle-aged monk, so he was too lazy to say more.

   Treat others as fools, and you are the real fool!

  Cheng raised his feet and walked forward without arguing.

   "Little friend, is the price negotiable? How about nine yuan?"

  The middle-aged man in Tsing Yi shouted hastily when he saw that Cheng Buzheng had really left.

  After Cheng Buzheng heard about it, he still didn't stop.

   "Eight pieces, that's eight spirit stones"

   Heard the words.

  Stopped, Cheng Buzheng turned around, came to the middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi again, and said coldly:

   "If you confirm the eight spirit stones, I will buy a bucket."

  The middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi opened his mouth and said, looking as if he had suffered a great loss.

   "Little friend, you are my first order today...otherwise, I wouldn't sell it no matter what."

  Cheng Buzheng watched quietly, while the middle-aged man in Tsing Yi talked to himself.

  He thought to himself:

   "Those unscrupulous merchants in the previous life, open your mouth. It is not to break the fracture to sell

   Otherwise, you are still too young even if you jump off the building. "

  See you in the middle age in Tsing Yi, Cheng Buzheng just looked at him quietly without saying a word, then his voice gradually became quieter, his face was embarrassed, and finally the conversation stopped abruptly. .

  After the transaction was completed, Cheng Buzheng continued to stroll around the stall area.

  The middle-aged monk in Tsing Yi looked at the back of Cheng Buzheng who was going away, and thought to himself:

   "What a talented and beautiful jade~ Such a vicious and sophisticated heart!

   Terrible! Quite, I had a bit of demeanor back then."

  Cheng Buzheng continued to browse the street stalls with brisk steps, but at this time, there were only three spirit stones in the storage bag, which could not be used any more. He could only see the bustling scene of Baiyun City.

   It took half an hour before I visited the entire street stall area.

  Cheng Buzheng, who was walking back, suddenly heard a middle-aged man and a young monk talking to each other coming towards him.

   "Second brother, are you participating in the selection of Baiyunmen handyman disciples?" The middle-aged man turned his head and said to the young monk beside him.

   "Hey... I think so, but it's too dangerous!"

  The young monk bowed his head and said in a dejected manner.

   "Wu Linggen, there is no chance to join Baiyunmen? Now, there is a godsend opportunity, don't you want to try?"

  “····”

   Following that, the two monks gradually walked away. At this time, Cheng Buzheng could no longer hear their conversation.

  However, he found that many monks were heading north.

   Cheng Buzheng was slightly taken aback. He followed the crowd and walked slowly to the north. He also heard the conversations of many monks.

   "Twelve years, one handyman selection, starting tomorrow!"

   "That's right! How many monks were smashed to pieces by that flesh and blood mill for the sake of that illusory journey to immortality."

   "For one grain, Zhuji Dan..."

   "This is also our biggest hope for loose cultivators, joining the sect, and obtaining the Foundation Establishment Pill!"

   "I don't know...whether the number of people selected by Baiyunmen this year is the same as it was twelve years ago!"

   "It should be the same!...But we have no hope!"

   "Jin Kingdom, which of the three sects selects candidates, all of them are monks in the late stage of Qi training with extremely amazing combat effectiveness."

   "I won't participate, almost no one will come out... What about you!"

   "Come to participate, the selection of Baiyunmen's handyman disciples... is basically casual cultivation at the peak of Qi training, so I won't join in the fun!"

   "Many monks practicing Qi Dzogchen, the monks who came to participate in the selection are all for a foundation establishment pill.

   Now there is only one Foundation Establishment Pill to hit the Foundation Establishment Realm, will you give up this opportunity?

   After all, if you get a Foundation Establishment Pill, if you fail to attack the Foundation Establishment Realm, you can at least save your life, otherwise, you will die! "

   "As long as you get enough elixir inside, you can exchange it for a Foundation Establishment Pill when you come out. After advancing to the Foundation Establishment Stage, you can directly become an inner disciple of Baiyunmen.

   Even if you are lucky, you can worship under the seat of a monk of the Golden Core Stage of Baiyunmen... That is a chance to reach the sky in one step! "

   "I want this life too!"

   "I heard that Bei Cang Sect has already selected candidates for this handyman disciple in Bei Cang City. I don't know if it's true, really?"

   "I've heard that too. It's true. Now in Jin Kingdom, there are only Baiyun Sect and Qingmu Sect. They haven't selected the handyman disciples yet. Can anyone be chosen?"

   "Now that Baiyun City has started, the Cyanwood Sect is probably coming soon!"

  ···

  Cheng Buzheng quietly moved with the crowd of monks, and knew the general story of the matter, all for the "seed trial" in the near future.

   Otherwise.

  The sect will not select handyman disciples at this time, and they are all casual practitioners in the late stage of Qi training with amazing combat power.

  The so-called "three out of ten" is probably a better way of saying, Cheng Buzheng guessed, the chance of survival is even lower.

   It can be seen how fierce the battle inside is. I am afraid that basically as long as you encounter it, it will be a life-or-death situation.

  Cheng Buzheng guessed in his heart.

   not long.

  Cheng Buzheng followed the crowd to the square to the north, and saw Wu Yangyang's heads all around him.

   And in the center of the square, there is a martial uncle wearing a martial art black robe. This person is none other than Ding Shishu, followed by several senior qi training seniors wearing martial arts gray robes.

   See here.

   Cheng Buzheng muttered in his heart.

   "Uncle Ding, he is really a representative of the school and a model worker. Two years ago, he was the one who presided over the recruitment of disciples. Today, he is the one who presides over the recruitment of apprentices who charge into battle...

  Master Uncle Ding, a martial artist with the title of a model worker! "

  As time passed, more and more monks came here.

   PS: Set up a bowl, three requests for politeness (ask for collection, ask for recommendation, ask for tickets)

  (end of this chapter)