"Still pretending?"
The eagle man looked around from time to time and saw that the young man in Taoist robes was still practicing with his eyes closed, his face full of disdain, "In the early stage of the Douxiao realm, I am not even qualified to become an outer disciple, but I still want to fly up a branch and become a phoenix? I really don't know Master. I have taken a fancy to you because you have poor qualifications and poor understanding, and you have made me lose a Bodhicitta fruit."
When he thought of Master giving Bodhicitta to Yan Luo, he felt itchy with hatred.
Each practitioner can swallow three bodhicitta fruits in his lifetime. The master has given him two. If he has one more, he might become a wonderful real person.
It was given to Yan Luo.
"I'll see how long you can keep pretending. Soon, the high priests will start the first round of screening. I'm not qualified, and you are definitely not qualified either."
The eagle man whispered secretly.
Time passed slowly, half a year passed.
This day.
A divine power turned into a violent wind and swept through the entire Black Lock Mountain. Ninety-nine percent of the disciples were swept up by the violent wind and thrown to the edge of the sacred mountain. Only one hundred thousand people remained on the mountain.
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"Senior brother, are you out too?"
The white-bearded middle-aged disciple looked disappointed when he saw the figure of the male eagle cultivator, "Even senior brother has been eliminated. It seems that we will all return without success."
"Our cultivation level is too low, and we are destined to be inferior to the ninth-grade Patriarch and all the venerables. We can just go through the motions and don't care too much." The eagle man waved his hands slightly, "It's funny to say that Yan Luo, that idiot, is among us. He has the lowest cultivation level and the latest time to enter the Douxiao realm, but he has been pretending to practice for half a year."
"You are so pretentious that you think the high priest can't see it? When I find him, I must mock him severely."
As they spoke, several people looked around.
There are hundreds of millions of practitioners gathered around the sacred mountain, ranging from the ninth-grade patriarch to the early Douxiao realm, with no end in sight.
After a long moment, they finally saw the female cultivator with phoenix eyes. The middle-aged white-bearded female cultivator was standing beside the woman, looking around anxiously, obviously also looking for them.
"over there!"
Several people rushed over quickly.
"Fang Tong, Shi Peng, you are also out," the white-bearded middle-aged man shook his head and sighed, "It seems that we will all return in vain this time."
"Master, there are endless elites in the divine religion. There are more than a million people in True Impression alone. It is reasonable for us to be eliminated," the eagle man comforted
, "I just took a quick glance. Those who stayed in Black Lock Mountain are all eighth-grade peaks, and there are also many ninth-grade and venerable ones. It's not surprising to lose to them."
"In my opinion, the high priest shouldn't let Douxiao Realm participate. We haven't even understood the lowest rules, so why are we talking about time and space? It's just a formality." Shi Peng said.
"By the way, have you seen Junior Brother Yan Luo?" the female cultivator with Feng Eyes asked.
"I didn't see it," the eagle man curled his lips slightly, "I guess he was rolled into some corner by the divine power. It's funny to say that he actually pretended to be enlightened for half a year. All the high priests are people with hands and eyes that can reach the sky. Isn't that so? So fooled?"
"Find him first!" said the white-bearded middle-aged man.
Everyone looked left and right, looking for traces of Yan Luo. There were a large number of practitioners gathered around the mountain. There were hundreds of millions of them. Each one was above the Douxiao realm. The layers of soul thoughts collided with each other, making it difficult for everyone to detect the surroundings. scene.
You can only observe slowly with your eyes.
After a while, Master Baixu and his apprentice turned around half of the Black Suo Mountain, but still could not find any trace of Yan Luo.
"Strange, where did this kid go?" The eagle man raised his eyebrows, "Could he have offended some big shot and was killed casually!"
"Nonsense," the white-bearded middle-aged man scolded, "Yan Luo acts steadily, how can he offend others? What's more, this is Heisuo Mountain, and several high priests are sitting on the top of the mountain. Who dares to be so impudent and kill in front of the high priest? Fellow disciple?"
Suddenly, the female cultivator with phoenix eyes raised her right hand and pointed to the depths of Black Lock Mountain, "Master, look there quickly. That person's back does not look like that of Junior Brother Yan Luo?"
The white-bearded middle-aged man quickly turned his head and looked deep into the mountain.
At this moment, Black Lock Mountain has been enveloped by the space-time formation, and the interior of the mountain maintains a thousand times flow rate at all times. The distorted space makes all scenes extremely blurred, and only the outline of the human figure can be vaguely seen.
"I can't see the appearance clearly, but the body shape is indeed similar," the white-bearded middle-aged man squinted his eyes, observed carefully for a moment, and then said half-confidently, "Yan Luo is dull in nature and has low understanding. As a teacher, I also saw that he has a strong Taoist heart. He was just given a Bodhicitta fruit, and with his qualifications, it is unlikely that he would be chosen by the high priest."
"How could it be him?" The eagle man sneered, "In terms of talent and understanding, I am many times higher than Yan Luo, and my cultivation level is even different. Even I was eliminated by the high priest, let alone him? Even if the high priest really made a mistake, it would be impossible to choose someone who is in the early stage of Douxiao Realm.
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The words have not yet finished.
An ancient mirror with a height of 10,000 feet appeared above Heisuo Mountain. The mirror clearly reflected the scene in the mountain. On the top of the ancient mirror, Yan Su Shi stood with his hands behind his back and said loudly, "For the sake of fairness, all the disciples of the teaching can witness this selection process."
Hundreds of millions of divine disciples looked at the ancient mirror.
There are hundreds of thousands of cultivators sitting in the depth of the mirror, many of them are true sages and venerables, and there are many ninth-grade ancestors. In addition, there are also a few in the early stage of true artistic conception.
The whole body of these practitioners is filled with fluctuations of spiritual power, allowing people to sense its changes more clearly.
"Eh? Is that person from the Douxiao realm?"
A divine disciple suddenly pointed to the corner of the mirror.
The white-bearded master and apprentice looked in the direction of the finger, and their eyes suddenly widened, with shock and disbelief on their faces.
"Master, that...is that...Junior Brother Yan Luo?" The female cultivator with Feng Eyes stuttered in her voice.
"Seems to be……"
The white-bearded middle-aged man's eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe the scene in the depths of the ancient mirror.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible, there must be a mistake," the eagle man shook his head wildly, "Who is he, and why should he be favored by the high priest? I know, he was pretending to practice for half a year, The high priest was unaware and was deceived by him.”
Thinking of this, the eagle man shouted loudly, "High Priest, this person is not qualified!"
Master Ruxuan's roar with all his strength resounded through the void, immediately attracting the attention of the surrounding divine disciples.
"Who is not qualified?"
Yan Sushi lowered her brows, her gaze as sharp as a sword.
"Fang Tong, what are you doing?" The white-bearded middle-aged man's face turned pale. "You dare to question the decision of the first priest. Do you want to die?"
According to the rules of the divine religion, anyone above Yaoritai can be called a high priest.
Nowadays, there are many disciples of the Eight-Eyed God Sect, and the threshold for the Yaoritai is much higher. At the very least, one must be a venerable person. Among the high priests, the one who holds the nine sacred thrones is the most respected. Yan Sushi is the first priest and the one with the highest status. one.
"Master, Yan Luo'er is only in the early stage of Douxiao Realm. Why did he pass the selection? I don't accept it."
The eagle man looked at the sky with a sinister look on his face, "High Priest, this person's name is Yan Luo. He is the last disciple of the family master and the one with the worst cultivation. His talent and understanding are extremely low. How can he be ranked in front of the divine sect?" One hundred thousand? Please ask the high priest to clarify."
