On the martial arts stage, Jiang Zangfeng's words echoed in the ears of every creature, lasting forever.
At this time, everyone understood why Chanjiao had only accepted so few disciples in the past three years.
Not to mention that just birth and feet have already eliminated 80% to 90% of the creatures. Just having good bones and good luck are enough to put people off.
What is root bone?
The roots are six and the bones are tendons.
As for luck, it is easy to understand. It has another name in ancient times, and that is luck.
The manifestation of luck is difficult to define.
But relying on certain magic weapons, one can still detect how lucky a person is.
Tang Hao now finally understood what the criteria for accepting disciples were in Chan Cult.
Generally speaking, it means that the appearance must be straight and straight, not crooked, and it is best to be in perfect shape.
Then, it is not enough to be a genius in terms of cultivation qualifications. You must also be the kind of person who has the template of a protagonist and is lucky.
"No wonder the number of disciples of Chan Cult has always been so small. It is estimated that there are not many people in the world who can meet this standard for recruiting disciples."
Shaking his head, Tang Hao sighed inwardly.
But then again, although the number of disciples in Chan Jiao's elite way of recruiting disciples is countless times less than Jie Jiao's, in terms of quality, they are far superior to Jie Jiao's.
This quality gap is best reflected among the middle-level disciples of the two religions.
"Okay, there are only so many rules. If you want to test your own integrity and luck, you can stand on the stage."
On the martial arts stage, Jiang Zangfeng waved his Taoist robe, and the next moment, a small wooden sign depicting the yin and yang of Liang Yi slowly flew out from his sleeves and floated above the martial arts stage, emitting a little halo.
This small wooden sign is made of unknown materials, it is about the size of a palm, and the Taoist rhyme visible to the naked eye is constantly flowing on its surface, making it look very mysterious.
After hearing Jiang Zangfeng's words, the creatures in the audience began to eagerly climb onto the martial arts stage.
As they came on stage, the halo emanating from the unknown wooden sign began to gradually increase.
Baili stood there and looked at the wooden sign on the stage, with a strange color flashing in his eyes.
Taking a deep breath, and after calming down his blood that was boiling due to the previous pressure, he took steps and walked onto the martial arts stage.
Soon, more than twenty people stood on the martial arts stage.
After confirming that everyone was on stage, clouds began to form under Jiang Zangfeng's feet, and his whole body floated into the air.
"Sir, are they preparing to test those bones and blessings?"
Seeing this scene on the stage, Qing He, who was sitting next to Tang Hao, asked curiously.
Although she still doesn't know what kind of foundation she has, Qinghe knows that her luck must be very good!
Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to be taken as a mount by a being like Mr.
"Probably." Tang Hao nodded.
Looking at Baili in the crowd on the stage, as if he thought of something interesting, the corner of his mouth curled up inexplicably.
On the other side, Jiang Zangfeng's body had floated to the small wooden sign.
I saw him pinching his fingers and concentrating, and recited an obscure formula from his mouth. The next moment, the halo surrounding the wooden sign actually began to float towards the people in the audience.
"Relax and don't resist."
"This wooden sign is called Xuan Jian Ling, and it can test each of you's aptitude."
Looking at his feet, Jiang Zangfeng said calmly.
Hearing this, some of the creatures who looked wary when they saw the halo drifting down immediately relaxed.
The halo of light fell like rain, and soon fell on the forehead of every creature.
The next moment, beams of light began to light up on the martial arts stage.
The beams are thick or thin, and the breaths are different.
Those Chanjiao disciples who had retreated outside the martial arts stage looked at the light beams, most of which were only as thick as their thumbs, with a trace of disdain flashing in their eyes.
The thickness of the beam represents the level of root bone qualifications.
The thicker it is, the better the creature's cultivation qualifications are, and vice versa.
If you want to join the teaching, the size of the beam must be at least the thickness of your wrist.
The talents of this group of creatures are still too poor.
"Wait, what is that?!"
At this moment, an inner disciple of the Chan Sect suddenly widened his eyes and let out an exclamation.
Everyone looked out, and the next moment, the sound of gasping for air began to sound.
I saw a man with a handsome face standing in a corner of the martial arts stage.
The halo of light on the man's forehead danced, and a beam of light as thick as a bucket shot into the sky!
The aura emitted by the beam is so sharp that just looking at it will make your eyes hurt!
"This is the first time I've seen a beam of this level!"
"When Senior Brother Jiang tested his talent, he didn't seem to have the Xuan Jian Ling emit such a thick beam of light, right?"
The disciples of the Chan sect, who originally looked disdainful, showed shock after seeing the beam of light on Baili's forehead.
Among the various exclamations, a disciple who had never been in contact with the human race couldn't help but sigh again after seeing Bailina and his perfect body: "His transformation seems to be perfect too, I actually saw it." I don’t know what race he is!”
Compared to these Chanjiao disciples, Jiang Zangfeng, who was high in the sky, seemed much calmer.
Just kidding, can the guy who can withstand Taiyi's pressure at the level of a true immortal be an ordinary creature?
What's more, the human race three years ago could not practice cultivation!
That Baili was a complete monster!
Naturally, the creatures on the stage didn't know what the light beams meant.
At this time, when they heard the discussions among the Chanjiao disciples around them, they were still a little confused.
After everyone had finished testing, Jiang Zangfeng took back the Jianxuan Ling and said bluntly: "Those who did not have the light beam on their foreheads reaching the thickness of their wrists can leave now."
Jiang Zangfeng's attention was completely focused on Baili now, and he had no time to waste words with these guys.
After hearing his words, the eyes of almost two-thirds of the creatures on the stage dimmed involuntarily.
The beams on their foreheads barely reached the thickness of their wrists.
Because the previous pressure was still fresh in their minds, these creatures did not dare to disobey Jiang Zangfeng's words and began to jump off the martial arts stage one by one.
As for the remaining third, everyone's face showed more or less a hint of joy.
Next, as long as they pass the blessing test, they can successfully join the Chan Cult!
The meaning of joining a sect is not as simple as seeking the truth.
Once they successfully join Chanjiao, their future horizons, connections, and resources will be incomparable to what they have now.
Not far away, Tang Hao was sitting on a chair, looking at Baili who was standing quietly on the martial arts stage with calm eyes.
Tang Hao had already developed a lot of affection for this innate human race by not bending his knee when facing Taiyi before. Now that he saw that the opponent's qualifications were so good, a trace of satisfaction flashed deep in his eyes.
Turning to look at Jiang Zangfeng, the corners of Tang Hao's mouth curled up slightly again.
I have been in the prehistoric world for so long, and it seems that... I have never dealt with the Saint of Yuanshi, right?
(I have a cold and a splitting headache, but I will keep updating. The transition is over and the next climax is coming. Please support me from all readers!)
