The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

Suddenly, everyone felt something and looked towards the sky, showing deep envy.

A ray of sword light broke through the clouds, then circled and landed firmly on the ground. The two disciples immediately jumped off the sword.

Tong Dachuan, the master of Lindan Peak, is a direct disciple of Lindan Peak, and he is also the inspector for the selection of outer disciples.

Chen Qizhi, Lin Hongzhi.

After the two landed, hundreds of disciples present saluted in unison, with a very respectful attitude.

"Senior Brother Chen, Senior Brother Lin."

Chen Qizhi nodded with a smile, while Lin Hongzhi stood proudly with his hands behind his hands, expressionless.

In Lin Hongzhi's view, the hundreds of people here are nothing more than rotten fish and shrimps, with poor qualifications. It is a waste for the sect to spend resources on them.

He looked around boredly, and suddenly a familiar figure came into view, which made him slightly startled. After a closer look, he was amused. It turned out that he had had a verbal conflict with him, which caused him to lose face in front of Tong Xi. Zhan Nianchuan.

"Hey, this kid has actually reached the third level of Qi Condensation. How is this possible? Isn't he the Five Spiritual Roots?"

"Hmph, so what if you are at the third level of Qi Condensation? You bastard fell into my hands today. Let's see how I deal with you." Lin Hongzhi's lips curved in a dangerous arc.

Feeling Lin Hongzhi's gaze, Zhan Nianchuan was very indifferent. In this arena, even if you end up in person, what can you do?

Chen Qizhi also spotted Zhan Nianchuan. He smiled in surprise and nodded as a greeting.

Since people showed kindness, Zhan Nianchuan naturally smiled and nodded in return, which made Lin Hongzhi next to him feel even more uncomfortable.

"Hmph, you are so proud. If you want to become an outer disciple and get close to Senior Sister Tong Xi, there is no way!"

With a cold snort, Lin Hongzhi walked up to the steward in charge of distributing lots and ordered: "Show me the battle list for this selection."

Seeing that he was the direct disciple of the Peak Master, the steward did not dare to neglect and quickly handed Lin Hongzhi the battle lists for all the competitions.

After a commotion, Lin Hongzhi was surprised to find that Zhan Nianchuan's opponent turned out to be a disciple at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, and he happened to know that this disciple was the slightly famous Li Dalong.

He is very good at both internal and external martial arts, and he is considered to be at the forefront among the disciples in the peak.

"Haha, you bastard, you are really unlucky. You met Li Dalong in the first round. I don't even need to worry about arranging it. Just pack up and go back to be your beggar." The smile on Lin Hongzhi's face made people shudder.

...

Beside the Di No. 1 ring.

"B forty-seven, C twenty-six, you two wait, the next one is yours."

After taking the signatures from Zhan Nianchuan and Li Dalong, the examiner next to the address desk immediately ticked the booklet with his finger, and then asked the two to wait aside.

Because there were so many people competing, and those who competed were all unknown monks, there were not many people watching at each stage, and most of them were disciples who were about to participate in the competition.

"Little handyman, I, Li Dalong, will definitely see blood when I take action. If you don't admit defeat now, if you break your arm or leg later, don't rely on me."

Li Dalong said to Zhan Nianchuan with a smile, his face trembling.

Zhan Nianchuan ignored the poor guy who met him, but looked at the ring casually.

The fight going on on the stage was very fierce. A young handyman was using all his strength to attack his opponent with a water-splitting thorn, a strong young man holding a Mo knife.

Although this handyman's attacks were ruthless, directly exchanging injuries for injuries, which once forced the strong young man into a panic, but the latter relied on magic weapons and spells to regain his disadvantage bit by bit. In the end, they even suppressed the handymen, and it looked like they would win in no time.

"Hehe, a handyman is just a handyman. If you want to beat the disciples in the peak, just dream."

"This brother is too polite. I was the one who carried my opponent out early in the morning."

"That's right, some people don't know the heights of the world. They don't have to crawl out when they walk out. Do you think they are stupid?"

"stupid!!!"

Many disciples present laughed and looked at Zhan Nianchuan with ridicule and disdain in their eyes.

Zhan Nianchuan turned a deaf ear and looked extremely calm.

"ah!"

There was a scream in the field, and the Mo Dao young man hit the handyman's back hard with the back of his knife, breaking several bones, and then kicked the handyman off the high platform.

"good!!!"

Seeing this scene, Li Dalong and others in the audience stood up and cheered for the Modao youth.

Only Zhan Nianchuan watched the handyman stand up with difficulty, limping away with his hands on his back. His figure looked so lonely and sad, and he couldn't help but feel silent for a while.

"B is forty-seven, C is twenty-six, come on stage to compete!"

At this moment, the examiner in the audience called out the lottery numbers of Zhan Nianchuan and Li Dalong.

"Now it's my turn to perform!" Li Dalong laughed, lifted up the long sword weapon beside him, puffed out his chest and protruded his belly, looking very powerful.

"Brothers! I'll come as soon as I go."

Li Dalong shouted loudly, and like a fierce tiger, he jumped directly on the spot and easily jumped onto the high platform that was two feet high.

"Brother Long is awesome, Brother Long is mighty!"

"Brother Long, it's up to you!"

A group of people cheered for Li Dalong. In their eyes, it was natural for Li Dalong to win. It was a miracle that Zhan Nianchuan could survive three rounds.

"Yi forty-seven, where are the people?"

"Here it is."

The examiner looked left and right and found Zhan Nianchuan who was about to step onto the ring, and couldn't help but be startled.

Although there are steps on the stage, the height of only two meters is nothing for the third-level Qi Condensation disciples. Most of them jump up, and few of them walk up the steps honestly like Zhan Nianchuan.

"Go, go." The examiner waved his hand impatiently, and was very pessimistic about Zhan Nianchuan. He directly started to call the next group to prepare for the duel.

A group of disciples in the peak under the stage were already laughing, and they all said:

"Little errand boy, walk steadily, don't fall."

"Fortunately there are steps, otherwise how can we go on stage."

Zhan Nianchuan laughed it off. He just saw that there were steps, so he walked, but he didn't pay special attention to anything.

Li Dalong, who had been waiting impatiently on the stage, saw Zhan Nianchuan slowly walk up to the platform and stand still. He was even more angry and grinned and sneered:

"Little errand boy, you are so slow. I think even a turtle is faster than you."

Zhan Nianchuan smiled faintly, leaned forward slightly, clenched his fists slightly, and his eyes suddenly became focused and sharp, and he took an offensive posture.

"Oh, little errand boy, are you serious? I'm scared to death, haha..."

Li Dalong's words were full of sarcasm with a smile on his face, but he had to admit that Zhan Nianchuan really gave him a feeling of a beast gathering strength, like a tiger that chooses people to bite.

The examiner in the audience asked loudly: "Are both sides ready?"

"Ready." Li Dalong moved his arms, making a sound of muscles and bones snapping, and grinned at Zhan Nianchuan opposite.

"Okay." Zhan Nianchuan's voice was faint, without any ripples.

Seeing that both sides were ready, the examiner struck the gong next to him.

"The fight begins!"