Looking away, Ao Li'er also walked to an empty table and sat down.
Tang Hao was right. The scene of the ceremony of accepting disciples was indeed interesting.
She really wanted to see why Chan taught these guys not to accept people with scales and armor!
Su Daji looked at the martial arts stage, and a hint of amusement suddenly flashed in her eyes.
Turning her head to look at Su Wanwan beside her, she asked with a smile: "Chanjiao? Wanwan, I remember those old guys in the clan were planning to let you join Chanjiao, right?"
"Yes, what's wrong, sister?" Su Wanwan nodded and asked in confusion.
When she first joined Jiejiao, Yunxiao actually asked her why she didn't go to Chanjiao, which was closer to Qingqiu. At that time, Su Wanwan's answer was that she was also a hair-wearing disciple.
"It's nothing, I just feel sorry for Chan Jiao." Su Daji clicked her tongue, shook her head and said, "Losing a genius like you is a great loss for Chan Jiao."
The head wearing a pure white floral mask turned. After discovering that there were only two tables, Su Daji very wisely pulled Su Wanwan to sit at Ao Li'er's table.
"Genius...that human race from before is probably the one."
When Su Daji praised herself, Su Wanwan did not feel happy. Instead, a trace of sadness flashed across her face, and she murmured in despair.
It took me more than two hundred years of cultivation to reach the realm of a heavenly immortal, but that human man went from refining energy to become a god to become a true immortal in just three years!
Compared with him, I was nothing but a waste.
If the creatures in Guanjiang City knew Su Wanwan's inner thoughts at this time, they would probably feel so inferior that they would no longer have the confidence to join the Chan Cult.
If you have practiced for two hundred years and reached heavenly immortality, then what are we, those of us who have practiced for tens of thousands of years and barely reached heavenly immortality?
Not as good as trash?
No one noticed the sadness on Su Wanwan's face. At this moment, everyone's eyes were attracted to the martial arts stage.
The apprenticeship ceremony has already begun.
"Quiet! If you keep making noise, don't even think about joining my religion!"
Seeing that the audience was still noisy, a Jie Jiao disciple immediately lost his temper and shouted angrily.
This sentence is indeed useful. When I heard that I could not join the Jiejiao, the scene suddenly became quiet.
Although there are many people in the audience whose realm is higher than that of the disciple who spoke, at this time, like other living beings, they also shut their mouths and did not dare to speak again.
Seeing that it was finally quiet, a trace of disdain flashed in the disciple's eyes.
A group of wet-born, egg-transformed, scaly and armored disciples, still trying to join the Chan Cult?
Do you really think that Chanjiao collects rags like Jiejiao?
Turning around, the disciple's disdain turned into respect. Looking at Jiang Zangfeng on the top of the attic, he cupped his hands and said, "Senior Brother Jiang!"
After calming down his restless heart because of Ning Fengzi, Jiang Zangfeng smiled and nodded at the disciple, and then saw him tap his toes, and his whole body immediately floated towards the martial arts stage.
Inner disciple Chengfeng followed closely behind.
Looking at Jiang Zangfeng floating down from the attic, many students suddenly shrank.
This is...the existence of Taiyi realm!
Among the creatures present now, the one with the highest cultivation level is only the Golden Immortal.
In the Taiyi realm, he can already crush the entire audience!
"Everyone, I am Jiang Zangfeng, the personal descendant of the Saint Yuanshi."
"Today, I will preside over this apprenticeship ceremony."
After successfully landing on the martial arts stage, Jiang Zangfeng did not delay and directly stated his identity.
The word "personal inheritance" is deafening.
The scene was even quieter, no one dared to speak.
Many creatures would even lower their heads subconsciously when facing Jiang Zangfeng's gaze, not daring to look him in the eye.
Even Ao Li'er and Su Wanwan who were not far away had their eyes fixed on each other.
A direct disciple, isn't that the same level as Senior Brother Xie and Senior Sister Nian?
In response to everyone's reaction, Jiang Zangfeng didn't look proud or condescending. He still looked approachable.
However, what he said next made everyone suddenly commotion.
"My Chan Cult has always been strict in accepting disciples, but everyone should know the most important thing, right?"
"I hope those who don't meet the requirements can leave on their own."
Without explaining how strict it was, Jiang Zangfeng immediately asked those creatures in the audience who did not meet the requirements to leave on their own.
"The most important thing? What does this mean?"
"What do you mean those who don't meet the requirements can leave?"
"Is the legend false? The rules of accepting disciples have not changed?"
Some of the creatures in the audience were still confused, while others had already heard what Jiang Zangfeng was saying.
However, no matter what time it is, there will always be one or two people who do not believe in evil.
A man with two horns and a body engraved with lightning runes looked at Jiang Zangfeng on the stage, and suddenly asked in an angry voice: "As long as the wet creature turns into an egg, and is covered with scales and armor, you won't accept your teachings." ?!”
When this man spoke, many creatures could vaguely hear thunder ringing in their ears, and their skin tingled.
But Jiang Zangfeng didn't even look at him.
He had said everything that needed to be said, and there was no fool present who could not understand what he said.
"Didn't your Chanjiao take in a leopard spirit some time ago? Also, I heard that a guy from the Dragon Clan also successfully joined your Chanjiao!"
"That's it! What? Aren't they just wet-born eggs, clad in scales and armor?"
"Is it possible that you can still change the rules set by the saint at any time?"
Seeing that Jiang Zangfeng didn't reply, more and more creatures began to speak.
The more they talked, the louder they became, and the more they talked, the angrier they became. The entire martial arts stage once again turned into a vegetable market, and the noise was non-stop.
"Quiet!"
Finally, Jiang Zangfeng spoke.
However, this time he was no longer as kind as before.
The aura unique to the Taiyi realm exploded, causing the entire Guanjiang City to tremble.
The scene suddenly became quiet again. The pressure of the Taiyi realm was too terrifying, and everyone involuntarily bent down and struggled.
"The mind of a saint is as vast and unfathomable as the starry sky. How can we disciples know it?"
Looking at the group of creatures in front of him, Jiang Zangfeng suddenly sighed in his heart.
In fact, it's not just the people in the audience who can't figure it out, there are also many disciples within the Chanjiao, including Jiang Zangfeng himself, who also don't understand.
Huang Long and Shen Gongbao did not comply with the rules of accepting disciples in the Chan Cult.
But the two of them joined because the saint nodded, and there was nothing they could do as disciples.
"The mind of a saint is as vast and unfathomable as the starry sky. How can we disciples know it?"
Sighing again, Jiang Zangfeng looked at the group of creatures in front of him who had the highest cultivation level but the Golden Immortal, and prepared to take back his own aura.
However, he suddenly seemed to see something, and his expression was slightly startled.
"Um?"
"This kind of aura...a human race in the true immortal realm?!"
