These boys and girls selected every year are just a group of handymen who can be used by various sects at will.
A very small number of them, if they have the opportunity to join the outer sect, are already considered to be extremely blessed.
As for the inner sect, they have no roots and no credentials, they are just dreaming!
Children were everywhere. Although they were in pain and unbearable, they gritted their teeth and endured, crawling like ants to the top of the mountain.
On the top of the mountain, above the cliff, several cultivators poked their heads out of the cliff, knocking pine nuts while looking down.
The aura surrounded their bodies, helping them resist the heat.
"Hey! Hey! Twenty-three, I guess twenty-one, the closest! I win, quick, quick, pay for it!" One of them suddenly shouted.
"Pay? Pay for what? I saw it clearly. One of them slipped and rolled on the pine cone you dropped. He took the other two with him, so they can only be counted as twenty."
"So what if twenty, I guess twenty-one, is still the latest."
"But I guessed it was nineteen..."
A group of extremely bored people started arguing, and their voices drifted down the mountain. The children who were climbing the mountain suddenly realized that the immortals were looking down.
Maybe, he is evaluating his qualifications and planning how many disciples he will accept this time...
If not, why nineteen, twenty, twenty-one?
Suddenly my heart felt hot, most of my fatigue had faded away, my sweating had also disappeared, and my legs and feet felt stronger.
At this moment, a bright sword light suddenly came from the northern sky.
The light was not very clear because it was under the sun, so it was not discovered until it was close.
The sharp roar tore through the air, the rich blood light broke through the clouds, and the violent echo echoed throughout the mountain.
The children who were climbing all over the mountains and fields suddenly stopped moving and stared blankly at the sky.
After a while, he was very happy and cheered: "Oh, the immortal is here! The immortal is here!"
This is true escape, wielding a sword and flying in the air. What is it if it is not a true immortal?
Amidst the roar of the mountains and the tsunami, several people fell off the cliff because they lost their composure or were distracted.
However, his voice was suppressed by the cheers, and he didn't even get a few sympathetic looks.
Several cultivators on the edge of the cliff suddenly jumped up. Although they were dressed in different colors, they were in good order. They put down their pine cones, arranged their appearance, and bowed in the direction of the sword light: "Which great elder is here?"
So asked, when the sword light came closer, I could finally see clearly the appearance of the person on the sword, and I was shocked again: "Who are you?"
Such speed in wielding a sword must be the result of pill formation.
There are only a few Dan-Jie elders in the Cultivation Alliance. Even if you have not seen them in person, you have heard about them, but there has never been a corresponding description?
And the color of this aura is also...
Several cultivators were puzzled, but they also understood the gap between themselves and the Danjie stage, so they stood firm and did not dare to make mistakes.
The bloody sword light faded, and the middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance turned over and landed on the ground: "I am Guo Lian."
Guo Lian? Guo Lian! Blood slaughter Guo Lian!
After a second thought, they understood the identity of the other party, and several cultivators took a few steps back in shock.
That unruly Guo Lian, who rebelled against the Jinguang Sect during the foundation period and made him disgraced and didn't even dare to pursue him?
That Guo Lian who betrayed Jin Guang Sect and quickly joined Jiedan, but because of his brother's murder, he slaughtered the entire Jin Guang Sect in anger?
The eight major sects in Ganzhou are all under the banner of the Cultivation Alliance. Just like the recruitment here, several sects share the same responsibility, each looking for handymen who suit the attributes of their respective sects.
He is responsible for recruiting new disciples all year round. They are familiar with each other and have business relationships with each other.
In the past, the Jinguang Sect also had its share of the practice.
But this year, Jin Guangzong obviously can't come...
Jin Guangzong didn't come, but the Blood Slaughter Guolian who was the initiator of everything came. What's the situation?
Several cultivators were frightened, timid, and flustered, and asked tremblingly: "Senior, what is going on here?"
Guo Lian completely ignored the twists and turns in their minds and didn't have the mood to think about it. He said directly: "Do you have Wanli Xi directly to the alliance headquarters?"
"What?" Several cultivators were stunned.
Of course they know what Wanli Xi is. It is the fastest communication method the alliance has. Once it flies out, it can travel thousands of miles in a day.
Although Ganzhou's territory is vast, it can reach even the southernmost and northernmost ends in one day and night.
But Wanli Xi can only be used in emergencies, to save lives...
Is the situation urgent now? Maybe it depends on what Guo Lian wants to do?
Could it be that when he came up and asked Wan Lixi, he was hinting to us that when it was a life-or-death moment, we should hurry up and call for help?
The more the cultivators thought about it, the more panicked they became. Their faces were as pale as earth, and they were shaking like chaff.
In the mountain gate, the Alliance Deacon, who has direct jurisdiction over this area of land and water, heard the sound of the flying sword approaching. At this time, he walked out of the door and saved the lives of these people.
The deacon was just building the foundation, but he didn't have enough confidence. He cupped his fists and handed over his hands: "Wan Lixiu has a few here, but they won't be until it's a critical matter or a life-or-death situation."
Guo Lian waved his hand lightly: "It is now."
"Oh?" Zhu Ji was stunned.
"There is a monster hatching in the Two Realms Mountains. Is this a matter of great importance, a matter of life and death?" Guo Lian grinned.
"Monster, demon, demon, monster?" Facing Guo Lian, he was still calm. When he heard the word "monster", the deacon suddenly became uneasy, "Is this matter, is this matter serious?"
"I saw it with my own eyes. After seeing it, I flew day and night with my sword from Suo Mo Ridge to Xitai Mountain. Do you think I'm kidding?"
He looked as amiable as a businessman, but his eyes widened and his murderous power immediately overflowed.
The name of Blood Slaughter Guo Lian was not just blown out, but was created by the piles of corpses of thousands of cultivators.
As soon as he showed off his power, Zhuji was immediately frightened and his legs and feet were so weak that he could not stand.
Holding on to the door frame, he managed to stand still, his heart pounding and breathless: "I, I am not questioning senior... I would also like to ask senior to explain the situation in detail at that time."
"Even if we use thousands of troops, I still have to let the people at the headquarters understand that the matter is conclusive, so that reinforcements can be brought in."
"If the reinforcements refuse to come, it will be a small matter for me to be reprimanded. If time is wasted and the monster breaks out, the sin will be serious."
Zhuji's words made Guo Lian's expression soften slightly.
Now I will briefly talk about the "tide" of spiritual light butterflies that I accidentally bumped into while chasing the disciples of the Golden Light Sect in the Two Realms Mountains.
In particular, it describes how these butterflies cannot be killed or crushed, and even if they are killed by Taoism, they can recover quickly;
Of course, this also includes the shattering mental attack received after being approached by the butterfly...
During the foundation building period, he took out a pen and paper and listened to Guo Lian's words in a serious manner while taking notes.
On the hillside, after experiencing the excitement of seeing the immortal, the children continued to move forward, and the sound of rolling down the hillside began again.
