[Read the latest chapter] When the four of them heard what the black-bearded old man said, their expressions were startled, and their hearts suddenly dawned.
What Brother Simao said hit the point. At this time, the four of them were arguing endlessly because they all wanted to take the young monk under their disciples. However, the four of them did not know who the young monk wanted to study under.
If the other party doesn't want to be your disciple, even if you win over them, it will be difficult to do so.
If it were normal, with the status of the four of them, as long as they were willing to accept disciples, those low-level monks would not be able to swarm in to make a living.
But this young monk is different. I heard from his disciples that he has only practiced for forty years and has already reached the peak of foundation building. Such qualifications are definitely rare in the world of immortal cultivation in the Yuanfeng Empire. man of,
What's even more commendable is that this little monk's auxiliary skills are beyond what the four of them thought.
He is not only proficient in alchemy and weapon refining, but also has profound attainments in making talismans and magic formations. Even great monks like them find it difficult to make a difference in many fields. They never thought that such a young person would be able to make a difference. A monk can actually reach such a state,
After hearing about this young monk, even the monk surnamed Zhuang, who had no intention of accepting a disciple, started to think of accepting this young monk as a disciple.
At this time, hearing the words of the black-bearded old man, the four of them nodded. The so-called forceful melon is not sweet. If the young monk wants to be his teacher, they don't know.
"Okay, what Brother Sima said is to the point. It is difficult for us to resolve the matter while we argue. We can only recruit him and let him make his own choice."
Seeing everyone nodding, the black-bearded old man flipped his hand, and a crimson talisman appeared in his hand. With a movement of spiritual power, and after whispering a few words, a red light flashed, and the talisman shot out of the hidden cave.
While the five old men were arguing, Qin Fengming was already standing on the square. As the bells stopped ringing, all the monks participating in the Manghuang Mountain Competition arrived at the square.
It turned out that the three Transformation Infant monks who had presided over the competition, leading dozens of Alchemy monks, were standing on the stone steps in front of the main hall.
Looking at the crowd, the old man surnamed Shu among them looked majestic, and the pressure on his body disappeared in a flash.
As its pressure was revealed, the foundation-building monks who had been whispering just now immediately stopped. The old man surnamed Shu coughed lightly and said loudly:
"Fellow Taoists, please be at peace. Listen to what I said. After more than a hundred days of arduous competition, the skill selection competition held every thirty years in Manghuang Mountain has been completed. Now, all Taoist friends who participated in the competition, please give me the jade in your hands." The cards and jade slips are returned to the hands of the Alchemy monks,"
"As long as the monks who are allowed to enter the main hall are not allowed to stay here, they will enter the main hall directly. The other fellow Taoists will stay in the square. Later, my Manghuang Mountain disciples will take you away from our sect. During this process, everyone No noise is allowed, and violators will be severely punished.”
Following the words of the Huaying monk surnamed Shu, more than twenty Chengdan monks immediately stepped forward, walked to the stone steps, and stood in a row.
After hearing this, all the cultivators came forward one after another, took out the jade slips and jade tablets they had received, and handed them to the Chengdan cultivators. No one dared to hold anything back.
The monks who were notified to enter the hall looked happy, but the monks who were not informed had disappointed expressions on their faces. The competition is held once every thirty years. If you fail to cultivate within these thirty years, If there is a breakthrough, then it will be difficult to participate in the Manghuang Mountain Skills Competition next time.
Just as everyone stepped forward, a red light suddenly flashed, and the musical note fell into the hands of the monk surnamed Shu Huaying.
The monk surnamed Shu who received the transmission talisman also had a look on his face. After a quick look, he knew that the transmission talisman was from his master. He did not dare to hesitate at all. With a movement of his spiritual power, a voice sounded in his ears:
"Jing Liang, after you are done with your work, you personally bring the young monk named Qin Fengming to the Master's Cave. I have important matters to discuss with you."
Hearing this, the monk surnamed Shu was greatly moved. He never thought that for this monk named Qin Fengming, his master would also appear in seclusion, but he did not tell his master about this little monk surnamed Qin. Sir, how come this old man knows about this?
How did he know that Qin Fengming's matter had already made a big fuss. As soon as the other hall masters received the news, they reported the matter to their respective masters.
Those great monks in the late stage of transforming into infants did not believe this at the beginning. A mere foundation-building monk could possess several skills. This was something they had never heard of in hundreds of years. However, after rigorous questioning, all the results of Qin Fengming's competition were fully understood.
When he saw it, his heart was immediately moved, and then the dispute in the cave arose.
When Shu Jingliang started, he still thought about accepting the little Foundation-Building monk as his disciple. Now he saw that his master already knew about his existence. It seemed that it was difficult for him to accept his disciple.
Although in this skill competition, there were several monks who were extremely outstanding in the competitions they participated in, but even compared with the monk named Qin Fengming, even if they were put together, it would be difficult for them to do so. compare to,
The young monk not only participated in four competitions, but also participated in basically all the plans no matter which competition. What shocked the old man surnamed Shu the most was: the young monk participated in all the competitions and added all the time points. We were together for less than two months,
He was able to complete all the competitions in such a short period of time. When he thought about it, he was filled with admiration.
He is less than sixty years old and is already a monk at the pinnacle of foundation building, and there is someone with such means. Apart from the word "genius", he really can't think of any other words to describe the little monk named Qin. ,
He has already made a plan in his heart. No matter what, this young monk cannot be poached by other sects. Otherwise, Manghuang Mountain will suffer a great loss.
Just as the old man surnamed Shu was thinking, the monk on the square had already handed back the jade tablet and jade slip to the Chengdan monk standing below.
Seeing this, the face of the old man surnamed Shu changed, and he said with a smile:
"Haha, okay, since all the Taoist friends have returned the items, the competition of our Manghuang Mountain has also come to an end. Those Taoists who have not been selected by our Manghuang Mountain do not need to be discouraged. As long as you practice hard, you will be able to compete next time. At that time, there will also be opportunities. Okay, fellow Taoists standing in the square below, please follow me, monk Manghuang Mountain, and leave my sect. Flying at will is strictly prohibited on the way, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences."
Following the words of the Huaying monk surnamed Shu, three Chengdan monks immediately flew out. One person flew in front, and the monks followed the two. Fifteen or six hundred monks looked towards Mang with a look of loss. Flying beyond the Imperial Mountain,
