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- Fang Ling didn't pay much attention to the first family in Black Wind Mountain. He looked at the young man's appearance and finally smiled and said, "You should succeed."
While the two people were talking, they came to a huge square. This square looked like it should have been a mountain peak, but at this time, someone used huge magic power to flatten it directly.
"This is the primary selection stage. I heard from my grandfather that there was no such place in Zhenhuan Palace back then. It was a Nascent Soul Ancestor who found that there was no place to stand for the selection of disciples, so he used a flying sword to flatten the mountain."
Liu Yuanhao¡¯s eyes looked at the platform, and his words were filled with sincere respect for the ancestor.
Fang Ling remained silent. He just glanced at the high platform and continued to move forward.
"Brother Fang, why aren't you waiting at the primary election stage?" Liu Yuanhao asked with a hint of doubt in his words when he saw Fang Ling leaving.
Fang Ling did not look back, but said lightly: "I want to go up that mountain to meet someone."
What he was pointing at was the main peak of Zhenhuan Palace, which was also where he planned to go this time.
Two disciples of Zhenhuan Palace wearing white robes were counting the number of people on the platform. When they saw Fang Ling strolling over, their faces suddenly showed impatient looks.
Recruiting young disciples is not a good job in the first place. The two of them were not happy when they were assigned this task.
What's more, in their eyes, these young teenagers are just ants waiting for selection. If they make them uncomfortable, they can punish them at will.
"You, find a place for me to slap yourself ten times, otherwise you will be disqualified from entering Zhenhuan Palace!" said the man. He was a mid-stage foundation-building monk who looked to be in his twenties, wearing the uniform of Zhenhuan Palace.
Fang Ling still strides forward. But he didn't pay any attention to the instructions of the foundation-building monk.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? Actually. Not to mention the manager, even in this world, there are few people whose words can make him take it to heart.
In front of so many young people who wanted to join Zhenhuan Palace, he encountered a soft nail, which made the speaking monk's expression suddenly change. He has been the grandson of Zhenhuan Palace for so many years, and now he has finally become the person who controls the life and death of these young people.
How could you be willing to become the laughing stock of others before you have established your authority?
So he rushed towards Fang Ling without thinking. He waved his palm and cursed angrily: "Grandpa told you to stop, but you didn't hear it, did you?"
This slap came very quickly, and for those young people who wanted to join Zhenhuan Palace, they simply could not avoid it.
"It's a pity that he really picked the wrong person this time. Before his fingers could touch Fang Ling, Fang Ling's feet had already kicked him.
Although Fang Ling showed mercy, this disciple of Zhenhuan Palace. It still flew out like a rag bag.
"Youyou dare to commit the following crime? Today I will not only disqualify you from entering Zhenhuan Palace, but also put you little brat into an ice prison, so that you can suffer the pain of being frozen in ice for thirty days!"
As an outer disciple of Zhenhuan Palace, he was beaten by a disciple who had not yet started.
Although the disciple of Zhenhuan Palace felt that this was mainly due to his own carelessness. But in front of so many people, he still felt that he had lost face.
In the middle of the curse, he rose into the air. The magic formula in his hand was pinched, and a huge ax was revealed. He slashed at Fang Ling.
This ax-shaped magical weapon became half a foot in size in the void. The cold light shone, making the young men who were about to enter Zhenhuan Palace shiver.
Although Liu Yuanhao and the others have been practicing since childhood, none of them have reached the foundation-building stage, so naturally they cannot use magic weapons.
But they know very well about the power of magical weapons. They know better that with their current cultivation level, if they are against magic weapons.
That¡¯s the only way to die.
Although Liu Yuanhao knew that it was not his time to speak, he still couldn't help but exclaimed: "Brother Fang, be careful."
Just as he was speaking, on the high platform a hundred feet away, three Jindan real people stood there proudly. They were one woman and two men. Among them, the woman had a cultivation level in the middle stage of Nascent Soul and was also the strongest among the three. of.
When the woman saw the disciple using a magic weapon, she snorted coldly: "Using a magic weapon against a qi training disciple, Senior Brother Li is a good disciple!"
As soon as she said this, the two men standing next to her looked at each other and said nothing.
Although they have a pretty good relationship with Senior Sister Jiang, they are not willing to offend Senior Brother Li.
The woman also understood what the two people were thinking, and snorted coldly: "Although that young?Disrespect for elders requires a lesson, but it cannot kill him. "
As he spoke, he patted his Little Universe Bag and rolled a long white silk ribbon towards the axe.
The speed of Chang Ling is not very fast, but the two men standing next to him admire the woman even more. They have seen that when the ax is about to hurt Fang Ling's life, this Chang Ling will Roll into the axe.
Not only did he teach the arrogant young man in their eyes a lesson, but he was also able to save his life, and all of this was due to his control of the magic weapon.
Fang Ling had already noticed Chang Ling who might have arrived first, so when the ax was about to fall on his head, he did not make any move.
Rather, keep moving forward.
The deacon disciple who was kicked out by Fang Ling had a look of horror on his face after his ax was trapped by Chang Ling.
He knew who this Chang Ling belonged to, and for a moment a trace of fear arose in his heart. After all, Master Ni had always been at odds with his master. If he fell into the hands of Master Ni this time, he might be in bad luck.
Just when he was feeling fear, Fang Ling had already passed him and continued to move forward. In Fang Ling's eyes, he was really nothing.
Fang Ling looked at the mountains in the distance, but what he was thinking about was when he saw the sparse shadows of flowers.
What should it look like when seeing Hua Shuying? Should the two of them be endlessly happy, or should they be relatively speechless?
"You, a junior, dare to make mischief in the process of recruiting disciples in Zhenhuan Palace. No matter whose family you are a junior, I will make the decision today. You cannot become a disciple of Zhenhuan Palace. Now, get off the mountain!"
The woman surnamed Ni also had no favorable impression of Fang Ling, who continued to move forward carelessly. She had already placed Fang Ling in the junior position of a certain Jindan brother, but it didn't matter.
As long as she had spoken, I believe that the senior brother would not dare to do anything to him even if he felt unhappy.
What's more, Ni Ying'er is not a timid person. As long as she stands on reason, she doesn't have to worry about anything else.
Fang Ling frowned. He waved his hand towards Ni Ying'er who was standing in front of him and said, "Go and report that I want to see Hua Shuying."
Ni Ying'er really doesn't know who Hua Shuying is. After all, since Hua Shuying came to Zhenhuan Palace, she has only one title, and that is the Divine Concubine.
"But Fang Ling's careless manner, as if he was giving orders to a servant, made Ni Ying'er furious.
¡°It¡¯s really audacious for a young junior to dare to talk to me like this.
Ni Ying'er, who was angry in her heart, snorted coldly and said: "You don't know how to advance or retreat, today the Japanese master will give you a hundred python whips to let you know my rules of shaking the palace."
Liu Yuanhao's heartbeat was pounding. At this time, he was not only worried about Fang Ling.
Even if he had a conflict with a foundation-building disciple who was responsible for selecting him, this elder brother actually offended a real Jindan disciple.
"The person responsible for their selection is Master Jindan. Now this Master Jindan wants to beat Brother Fang with a hundred python whips. What should we do?"
Although the Liu family in Black Wind Mountain is not a big cultivating family, he still knows the power of a hundred python whips.
That is a punishment that can beat a foundation-building monk half to death. Can Brother Fang endure it?
Just when Liu Yuanhao was worried, a foundation-building monk who followed Ni Ying'er had already sacrificed the golden dragon's rope to take people.
Two rays of golden light, as fast as lightning, flew towards Fang Ling.
Ni Ying'er looked at the flying golden dragon rope with a smile on her face. He said in his heart that his disciples were still sensible, and it would be too embarrassing if he personally took down this kid.
But what happened next left her stunned. When the two golden dragons approached Fang Ling, they fell directly to the ground.
Looking at the golden dragon rope shining in the ground, and looking at Fang Ling who was still walking forward calmly, Ni Ying'er realized at this moment that her thoughts were a bit simple.
At this time, she began to observe Fang Ling carefully.
Under her probing gaze, the young man in green didn't seem to be anything special, no different from the ordinary Qi-training monks.
But when she enveloped Xiang Fang Ling with her mind, she felt that there was a huge pool in front of her. Although it was calm and calm, she couldn't calculate the depth of the pool.
What kind of person is this!
Although I was a little hesitant in my heart, as the real person of Zhenhuan Palace Jindan?Arrogance made her make the worst choice in her life.
As she pinched the spell, her white long silk rolled directly towards Fang Ling. This long silk was made from thousands of years of ice silk collected by her and was perfect for capturing opponents.
But Jingtian¡¯s Chang Ling fell to the ground the moment it flew in front of Fang Ling.
And Ni Ying'er felt her heart tremble, as if something had penetrated directly into her mind.
This time, she was horrified. In addition to the discomfort of being damaged, she also had to judge the identity of the person in front of her.
This is not a disciple who has entered the mountain gate at all, this this is a monk whose cultivation is far beyond his own. Could it be that this person is the ancestor of Nascent Soul?
Thinking of the Yuan Ying Ancestor, Ni Ying'er felt a trace of fear in her heart, but then, this fear was replaced by the annoyance of losing her face.
So what about the ancestor of Yuanying? Zhenhuan Palace is not without the ancestor of Yuanying. The Supreme Emperor of Zhenhuan Palace has even reached the legendary half-step state of power. Zhenhuan Palace is the in-law of Shaotianmen. Who dares to provoke , is death!
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