"Son of a bitch!" Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but cursed in his heart. He believed that many people felt the same as him at this time. Seeing the arrogance on the face of the man named Wu, Lu Xiaotian was confused. Even if he had the spirit stone, he would not give it to such a person. When he arrived at Lingxiao Palace, he would not only know it from his mouth.
"Brother Guo, Brother Guo. What did Senior Brother Wu say just now?"
However, something went against the monk surnamed Wu's expectation. Not long after he told Guo Yun, other monks from the family surrounded Guo Yun and asked wild questions.
The monk surnamed Wu frowned. He originally planned to tell Guo Yun only, and others would also come to him to spend spiritual stones to buy some information. He didn't expect that things would develop like this. What's even more annoying is that this kid Guo Yun He has an extremely flamboyant personality, and when other monks come to him for help, he gets carried away and says so.
Seeing the wonderful expression of the monk surnamed Wu, Lu Xiaotian smiled in his heart, he deserved it, he is a family monk, ten spiritual stones are not too much, but they are not to the point of being thrown away casually. In other words, Guo Yun, that boy, came from a well-off family, was arrogant, and was used to spending a lot of money.
In fact, those families have spent a huge price to support them to enter the Immortal Sect. After these people enter the Immortal Sect, even if there are seniors of the family in the Immortal Sect, they still have to rely on themselves, and the family will continue to transfer the younger generation to the Immortal Sect. Young children are nurtured into talents. Not all resources can be spent on them.
"He deserves it. He's just a late-stage Qi refining monk. His cultivation level may not be that high. He just entered the door earlier than us. What's the point?" The red-faced man said secretly happily.
Too many people asked. After Guo Yun talked to his two close friends, he couldn't stand the other monks asking. After talking once or twice, he became a little annoyed and his voice inevitably got louder. Lu Xiaotian and other ordinary cultivators pricked up their ears, and they could get the information revealed by the monk named Wu for free.
It turned out that these four foundation-building seniors were escorting these new disciples back to Lingxiao Palace this time. It's a long way to Lingxiao Palace, and you may encounter many monsters along the way. Only monks in the foundation-building stage can guarantee their safety.
Among the four foundation-building seniors, the most stern old man is named Zhao Zhong, who is rigid, and the other short black old man is named Qian Dali, who has a deep temperament and is taciturn. The remaining two people are Wang Juan and Hou Sanfeng. They have relatively free and easy temperaments, so they don't need to pay special attention to them. As long as they speak more carefully, they don't want to be verbally offensive.
About half an hour later, the small courtyard was filled with thirty new disciples. This year's recruitment of disciples in Lingxiao Palace has come to an end for the time being. Zhao Zhong, Qian Dali and other four foundation-building monks walked into the small courtyard, and the new disciples who were originally talking about each other fell silent.
"There are a few newly promoted disciples this year who have good qualifications. The first few batches of disciples in Yuexi Valley are all mediocre people. This time I will take away at least one third of the good qualifications." Wang Juan said first. Tune said.
"Well, there are too many monks but too few meat. No one wants to be inferior. We at Lingshou Peak want those inferior things." Hou Sanfeng refused after hearing this, "I don't care about the others, but among the seven outstanding disciples, I Two people are going to be taken away.”
A few people were in a stalemate, and finally the dark and deep Qian Dali coughed dryly and said, "How about this? I will take a step back and only take away one outstanding disciple, but you also know that I need to report to the witch palm after I return." Feng explained. How about you subsidize me with some spiritual stones or spiritual herbs, and the other one named Lu Xiaotian seems to be a good match for me, so I can take him with him as well. How about that?"
A trace of surprise flashed in Lu Xiaotian's eyes, but he didn't know why this gift of money singled out his name. Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but feel wary.
"Haha, that's very good. Anyway, Qinglian Peak always comes last in the sect competition. It seems that Wu Zhang Peak is also planning to break the pot. Let's do this. Each of the four of us will be rewarded for this mission. Come out and give it to Senior Brother Qian. The other disciples can draw lots and decide." Hou Sanfeng laughed and immediately agreed to Qian Dali's plan.
Zhao Zhong and Wang Juan didn't have any objections either. The quotas for these thirty disciples were quickly allocated.
"Okay, now that the personnel have been assigned, let's set off and return immediately. This Wangyue City is just a city for casual cultivators, and the concentration of spiritual energy is far worse than that in the palace. If you stay here for a few days, you will feel uncomfortable." Wang Juan He threw out a small green sword impatiently. The small sword had a powerful sword aura, and its body grew to more than two feet in length and several feet wide in the storm. It could easily accommodate nearly ten people on it.
Wang Juan called to her assigned disciples, "Stop dawdling, come up."
In addition to the two disciples who handle the registration and registration of new disciples, there are thirty-two disciples in total, each of whom is responsible for taking care of eight people. The eight people assigned to Wang Juan boarded the suspended flying sword one by one in shock and obedience.
"Get up!" Wang Juan screamed, and the green flying sword trembled, rising out of thin air. At the same time, a light green circular light shield appeared, wrapping the flying sword and the disciple in it, and shot towards the distant sky.
"Junior sister Wang, don't go too fast, I'll be right away." Hou Sanfeng was assigned two disciples with very outstanding qualifications. He was in a good mood and also threw a red flying sword.
Zhao Zhong, who had a stern look, used a white shuttle. The three of them flew through the air one after another. Only then did Qian Dali take out a blue gourd, a magic weapon. After Qian Dali screamed urgently, the gourd swelled up and became like a small boat. Lu Xiaotian and others boarded one after another.
"Don't talk on the way. If you disturb my peace, you will be punished without mercy." Qian Dali gave a cold command, then sat down cross-legged in front of the treasure gourd and ignored the disciples.
Everyone, look at me, and I'll look at you. It was the first time for them to ride on this kind of magic weapon that could fly in the air and change the size at will. They were originally looking at the bustling Mochizuki City below and the busy casual cultivators, but they were sitting on the magic weapon high above. I couldn't hide my excitement, and I was about to talk for a few words, but Qian Dali poured cold water on my head. It's just that Qian Dali's cultivation level is much higher than theirs. What if he is thrown off the magic weapon by the other party after a disagreement? Not only will he not be able to enter the Immortal Palace, but he will lose his life in vain?
Lu Xiaotian was not as excited and curious as the other disciples. He frowned slightly ever since he got on the Flying Gourd Magical Artifact. Not only was his qualifications not outstanding, with eighteen points in each of the five spiritual roots, but he was the worst among these monks. Instead, he was asked to leave by this big gift of money, which is unreasonable. This gift of money made him look loyal and loyal in front of other foundation-building monks, but once they were separated, it was like a different person, making it even harder to get along with him.
But now people are fighting for swordsmen, and I am fighting for fish and meat. Lu Xiaotian thought hard for a moment, but there was nothing he could do. The difference in strength was too huge. He can no longer control it. He can only take one step at a time to see what the purpose of this money gift is.
