The System Takes Me to Practice

"Please also ask the three elders to be fair to me."

Yang Xu bowed his hand in a salute, and his attitude was very respectful, which made people unable to fault.

Bing Bowen remained silent, and did not speak.

Yang Xu was anxious, and said cautiously.

"Three elders, do you have any unspeakable concealment?"

"I have fallen out with Bingtianyou."

Bing Bowen said coldly, making Yang Xu scared.

"Three elders, if you don't stand on the side of the patriarch, don't you just fall out with him?"

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Yangxu's little heart trembles, so it's not good to say more, so as not to cause Bing Bowen's disgust.

"In that case, I will retire first."

Bing Bowen waved his hand, without even saying any kind words.

Yang Xu felt a little sullen in his heart, but due to Bing Bowen's strength and status, he had no choice but to swallow.

Five days later.

Outside an ancestral hall in the Ice God Clan, countless members of the Ice God Clan crowded here.

Is this the place to test the blood?

Yang Fan looked around and found that most of the people here were behind the top five candidates.

As for the Bingtianyou faction, I'm sorry, there are only a dozen people, and they are nothing more than relatives like Bing Xueer's uncle and aunt.

Outside the ancestral hall, people gathered in a circle. Inside the circle, there was a statue with a look somewhat similar to the Ice God summoned by the Ice God Curse.

Next to the statue there is an old man in white with white beard and hair and a fairy-like spirit. If he is given another piece of dust, it is estimated that he will be dressed as a living star.

As for why it’s not an overlord, because they are the ancestors of Taoism, they still wear Taoist clothes.

The old man looked indifferent and didn't pay much attention to the people who came here.

"Look, I always feel familiar with those who come."

"It's the patriarch!"

"I didn't expect the patriarch to come in person."

"Oh my God, it's been a thousand years, and the patriarch came here to check it out himself."

"I remember the last time the patriarch came, when the patriarch was not the patriarch."

With the arrival of Yang Fan and others, there were chattering voices from the crowd.

Following Bing Tianyou and the group, Bing Xueer was beside Yang Fan.

At the front of Yang Fan's group, there are children from the Bingtianyou faction.

Yang Fan had seen it and found a young man with good aptitude.

The crowd stepped aside, and Yang Fan and others entered.

More than a dozen teenagers with faces of fifteen and sixteen were at the end of the line, and Yang Fan walked over.

"what?"

A passerby from the Ice Protoss was surprised.

"what happened?"

Asked passer B.

"Look at that man!"

Passer-by pointed to Yang Fan.

Some people followed their gazes, and their expressions changed slightly.

"What does that person want to do? Does he have to test his blood?"

A member of the Ice God Clan couldn't believe it.

Because in the Ice God Clan, everyone of the Ice God Clan must complete a bloodline test before they are 100 years old.

One hundred years old is for people on earth, one hundred years old is already dead, but for the world of cultivating immortals, one hundred years old is just a child who has not yet grown up.

"Next, Bing Liyan."

Seeing Bingtianyou's arrival, the old man in white bowed his hand slightly.

A young man with tight facial features stepped forward, cut his fingers, and dropped a drop of blood in the hands of the statue.

The blood was directly swallowed by the statue.

After about a few seconds, an illusory ice **** appeared from the statue, and the illusory ice **** got higher and higher, until it was ten meters high.

The white-clothed old man glanced indifferently and said.

"The virtual image is three feet, seventy percent is virtual and three are real, low-level!"

The compact-featured teenager walked out of the crowd decadently and disappeared in everyone's eyes.

Yang Fan's eyes were calm, looking at the back of the young man who left, thinking deeply.

"Next, Bing Junfeng."

A gorgeously dressed young man stepped forward, aggressively, giving a feeling of mighty domineering.

Before coming, Bing Tianyou gave Yang Fan the data of the five candidates' supporters who tested their blood this time.

Yang Fan had the most impression of this young man named Bing Junfeng. He was a person from Bing Lingshang and the grandson of Bing Rongxuan, the Great Elder of the Ice God Clan. And the talent is good. He has mastered some Ice God Curses, but has not yet reached the introductory chapter.

Bing Junfeng dripped blood on the statue.

Hum!

The statue reacted instantly, trembling slightly.

Whoosh!

The half-solid and half-empty Ice God instantly rose up, and everyone looked up.

The old man in white was surprised, opened his eyes slightly, put his hands in the other cuff, and stood there, as if a mountain was sitting there.

Whoosh whoosh!

After ten seconds, Bing Junfeng's imaginary ice **** finally stopped.

"The virtual image is thirty feet, half real and half virtual, advanced!"

Wow!

There was a sound of praise from off the court, Bing Junfeng's expression of jealousy.

In the distance, a fat-faced old man watching by the window nodded happily, and then left the window.

This person is the great elder Bing Rongxuan of the Ice God Clan.

Bing Junfeng walked aside and did not leave, because he was proud to see how big the gap between others and him was.

"Next, Ice Rainbow."

A young girl in a lavender dress walked out of the team, a drop of blood was absorbed by the statue.

Whoosh!

The imaginary ice **** appeared again.

Bing Hongcai's talent was not as high as Bing Junfeng's, only less than twenty feet, but she still received praise from everyone.

In the crowd, a veiled Ice God Clan watched silently.

This person's name is Bingyuan, and he is Bing Qiushang's most trusted subordinate. This time he came to determine the purity of the blood of the young man standing on his side and prepare for the next step.

"Next, Glacier!"

The old man in white closed his eyes tightly, wondering what he was thinking.

"It's finally us."

Bing Xue'er's uncle Bing Tian Chuan spoke.

Although Bing Tian Chuan is the younger brother of the patriarch, but there is no power that can affect the final winner, the position of the patriarch of the ice **** is not good.

"hiss!"

The pain of cutting the skin and flesh made the glacier breathe.

Blood dripped on the statue, and the ice **** virtual image slowly appeared.

"It seems that Glacier is not very talented."

Bingtianyou thought in his heart and sighed.

"The virtual image is ten feet, 60% of the virtual and 40% of the real, intermediate!"

The old man in white shook his head, disappointed with the talent of the young people of the Ice God Clan generation.

In the next ten minutes, all the teenagers belonging to the Bingtianyou faction had been tested. Among them, the most talented girl was actually a girl with twenty feet of phantom, and her bloodline barely reached advanced level.

"Hahaha!"

There was a sudden laughter from the crowd, and many people trembled in their hearts, wondering who was so bold that they dare to laugh at the patriarch.

The crowd separated and walked out alone.

"Bing Lingshang!"

Bingtianyou's face was gloomy, and her eyes contained endless killing intent.

"Master Patriarch, I didn't expect your bloodline purity to be so low. Those who don't know thought it was not a descendant of the Ice God."

Hum!

Bing Tianyou didn't hold back, his whole body was released and pressed towards Bing Lingshang.