When Zhao Chun came, there were already many branch disciples who settled in the sect under the leadership of their leader.
These disciples are all geniuses in the branch sect who are admired and worshiped by thousands of people. They also came with the intention of competing for the disciples of the Great Master. Therefore, before the disciple selection meeting started, many people could not hold back.
After Zhao Chun bought something special for sword cultivation in Wenxian Valley that day, he studied it carefully in Shi Xiangyuan's cave. Although he didn't know everything about the outside world, he didn't pay too much attention to it.
The servant who had the most contact with her in the cave was a girl with foreign blood named Dong Ling. The Beifeng Tit Clan branch he belonged to fought with the great demon tens of thousands of years ago, and was finally defeated by Zhao Yan. As a result, the whole tribe was captured and became one of the alien slaves enslaved by Zhao Yan for generations. However, after so many years of bloodline dilution, by Dong Ling's generation, or even three generations above, the bloodline was already weak, and her body's physical characteristics were no doubt the same as those of ordinary people.
Only the mark of slavery firmly engraved in the bones and blood still declares the defeat of that war and the humble pity for the weak.
But Dong Ling didn't seem to care about this. She had grown up in Zhaoyan since she was born, and she had never met a disciple with a violent temper. In addition, Zhaoyan had been domesticating foreign races for tens of thousands of years or even longer. The foreign slaves have long forgotten the taste of freedom.
She has the realm of Fenxuan and is not considered to be the best among the slaves of the cave. But in terms of age, she has lived for nearly three hundred years, which is how much older than Zhao Chun. Dong Ling rarely saw the owner of the cave. During the years when Shi Xiangyuan left the sect, the cave fell silent day after day. Therefore, the appearance of Zhao Shun's face made her feel particularly surprised and interesting.
At the right time, Zhao Chun pushed the door open and happened to see Dong Ling holding a plate of spiritual fruits. The fragrance of the fruit overflowed before she even got close, which showed that the quality was quite outstanding.
"Girl, here you go. I saw that the girl had finished eating the cold dew melons that were brought to me yesterday. I thought you liked it very much, so I asked the people below to pick some more this morning." She is short in stature and has a face as young as a twenty-eight-year-old girl. The eyebrows and eyes are full of expression, which is quite quirky.
The upper realm is vast and rich in resources, and there are many spiritual objects that can only be seen in the world. They are as small as spiritual fruit and spiritual tea, as large as elixirs and minerals. They are all unique in variety and full of spiritual energy.
Monks do not touch other grains except spiritual rice, and eat less meat and fish. Therefore, spiritual fruit, spiritual tea, which bears the rain and dew from heaven and earth, has become the first choice for consumption. Cold dew melon only bears fruit in places where the spiritual source becomes rain, and it has always been the only one. Only disciples in the true infant stage and the externalized stage can be cultivated in the cave, so Zhao Chun can also enjoy the blessings in Shi Xiangyuan's cave.
The fruit has a fresh and slightly sweet taste, and it turns into a stream of sweet juice when it enters the stomach, expelling gentle and obedient spiritual energy, which makes Zhao Shun's cultivation speed a few minutes faster.
Such a good thing must be harvested only once every ten years. There are only five or six palm-sized fruits on a ten-foot-long cold dew vine. This is why the cave slaves saw that Shi Xiangyuan valued Zhao Shun. If you are willing to bring out the best spiritual fruits to entertain them, otherwise, not to mention Fenxuan, even if you are an entry-level disciple, you will only be able to get a few or two to eat.
Dong Ling took out a large plate without feeling any distress at all. She leaned close to Zhao Chun's ear and said, "Another character appeared yesterday. Miss, do you want to hear about it?"
Zhao Shun sat down on the wicker chair in the courtyard, blinked when he heard this, and said with a smile: "But it doesn't matter."
"Ahem!" Dong Ling cleared her throat, pretending to be a storyteller, and said, "But the geniuses of various sects couldn't control their arrogance, and set up a small competition in Wenxian Valley to challenge each other. Fang Jianxiu gave it a try. First, Yu Xiaofeng, a genius from the Shaking Star World branch, defeated the disciples, and then Song Yu'e, who was born in the Ditan branch, defeated the main disciples of Sword Art with three swords, which made many disciples deeply moved. Feeling frightened, he invited the Zhongjianjingjing monks out one after another, hoping to kill these majestic geniuses of the branch sect!
"In the end, the disciples of the main sect have a deeper foundation, which makes the branch sect lose more and win less recently, which is quite unwilling! However, despite this, there are still many branch sect geniuses who are sought after by everyone. The Nu family just told you the day before yesterday Xing Xuefang and Nie Zhui who have passed by are one of them. These brothers and sisters are both from the Thousand Worlds in the Vast Sea. Like Zhongxiao, they are only ranked in the middle and upper levels among the many Middle Thousand Worlds. This time they show their talents. !”
Dong Ling kept talking for a long time, and her mouth gradually became dry. Zhao Chun laughed when she saw this, grabbed a cold dew melon and handed it to her.
She quickly took the thing, took a big bite, smiled slyly at Zhao Shun, and continued: "The person guarding the ring today is none other than the famous Luanyunjian Xie Ci among the disciples of the main sect. He Now he is only one step away from the second level of Sword Intent, and he has advanced to Feifei Mountain twenty years ago, becoming one of the black-robed law enforcement disciples. Such a figure was finally defeated by an unknown pawn!
"I heard that the man was not old and his cultivation was only at the early stage, but his swordsmanship reached its peak, which made many beginner disciples afraid to go on stage to fight swords with him. Now many people are saying that Chi Zangfeng has met a strong opponent this time. !”
"Oh, what's her name?" Zhao Chun's eyes lit up, and she suddenly became interested.
"Shen Lezhang! I heard that she was born in a branch of the Xiangling world, which is one of the best in the Zhongqian world. But this time she is the only one who shines, and the other three disciples are just mediocre." Dong Ling Said while gnawing on the melon.
Zhao Xuan nodded and secretly wrote down the names of all the people she mentioned. He thought that this time the Chosen Disciples Conference was not just about sword cultivators, but mostly sword cultivators. The competition was only attended by sword cultivators, and among those who had not yet become famous, Or there may be other powerful people among the geniuses of the branch who have no intention of doing this at all.
As for Zhao Chun herself, she can only say that all the monks are fighting in the small competition. She is not enough to see the difference. If she really wants to compete, she still has to wait until the day of the disciple selection conference to see the outcome!
The days seemed to pass peacefully, and more and more names of geniuses appeared in Dong Ling's mouth. Gradually, it was not just sword cultivators, but also the names of law cultivators, physical cultivators and other cultivators. There was a lot of excitement there.
After several explorations, Zhao Chun could only scratch the surface of the things that restricted sword cultivation in her hands. Fortunately, she did not force it, nor did she feel disappointed. After all, it was a meticulous work that had been circulated and improved for many years. If it could be done for her for a while, After all, that's ridiculous.
In the eyes of the monks, the half-year deadline is like the blink of an eye.
The mountain bell of Jiudu Hall rang, and thirty-six true disciples entered the Ruyi Heaven. They cast spells to bring down colorful clouds all over the sky. The golden sunlight surged and dispersed in the clouds. A majestic and rich bell-like shout resounded through the sky:
"Disciple selection meeting, start!"
"start!"
"start!"
The fighting spirit that had been building up for half a year finally came out in one fell swoop!
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