Of course, this holy city has one advantage, that is, there is no killing. Even if the disciples of the Holy Church enter here, they dare not kill people easily. Otherwise, there will be only one word, that is "death".

Therefore, like the other seventy-one holy cities, this Fengyue City has become an ideal place of refuge. Those who provoke strong enemies often choose the holy city as a place of refuge.

In the Holy City, unless someone is not afraid of death and dares to exchange his life for one's life, no one dares to act recklessly in the Holy City.

After entering the city, Yi Yun temporarily rented a small manor in the city with a good environment, while practicing, waiting for the ceremony of enrolling disciples in several holy places.

After several days of inquiry, Yi Yun finally figured out the situation of the two major forces, the Qinglian Holy Sect and the Zhantian Sword Sect, and finally set the goal of becoming a disciple to the Qinglian Holy Sect.

The reason for making such a choice is that the Qinglian Holy Sect ranks among the top among the six major holy sects, and the magical secret techniques that the body refiners there seem to be stronger in practice, and Li Ningshang's demon girl is also there.

A few days later.

"Brother Zhen, what's going on with this woman?" Yi Yun looked at the plain-dressed woman who followed Zhen Luo with curiousness.

This woman was very strange. At first, she felt ashamed of death, but now she relies on Zhen Luo like a child. She follows Zhen Luo wherever she goes.

"You succeeded, she is now showing signs of falling in love with me." Zhen Luo gave Yi Yun a blank look.

"I said to Brother Zhen, please don't roll your eyes." Yi Yun was very puzzled, "This woman is very good. I think she is still a virgin and looks beautiful. She is also a perfect match for you."

"Shameless"

Two "shameless" sounds came at the same time, one was naturally Zhen Luo, and the other was made by a woman in white.

"Tsk tsk, even speaking exactly the same, it's such a natural couple." Yi Yun said in admiration: "Congratulations to Brother Zhen, you are blessed."

"You bastard, you are blessed." Zhen Luo was so angry that he waved his hand and a blue light of inspiration flew out. "This is the sixth-grade cold evil you want." After saying that, he turned around and left with anger.

"Hmph" The woman in white snorted coldly at Yi Yun and followed closely.

"Sixth-grade cold evil tsk." Yi Yun held a blue crystal bottle in his hand heartlessly, his eyes full of heat.

After refining these sixth grade cold evil spirits, the innate cold evil fire can grow to a power comparable to the third level of the domain, and with the addition of a means of fighting the enemy, the secret technique known as the frozen thousand miles can gradually reveal its power.

For the next time, Yi Yun stayed in his residence and refined the sixth-grade cold evil fire.

After one month, on the central campus of Fengyun City, four super forces from the Qinglian Holy Sect, the Heavenly Realm, the Heavenly Sword Sect, and Yinlong Mountain. In addition, the Tianfeng Dynasty and the 18 Heavenly Gate of the Tianfeng Empire were set up one by one to start recruiting newcomers.

The large campus covering an area of ​​more than ten miles was divided into about twenty areas.

On the large school ground, there are already crowds of people, and young geniuses who come to the surrounding 8,000-mile rivers gather here with hope.

"Brother Zhen, you are sure to join the Qinglian Holy Sect." The woman in white who was rescued held Zhen Luo's arm tightly and said worriedly: "The Qinglian Holy Sect ranks first among the four holy places. The conditions for recruiting disciples are very harsh, with two levels of primary election and final election."

"And only 72 disciples from the Xuanwang Realm are recruited every three years."

"Seventy-two people, that's not too much." Zhen Luo was helpless and glared at Yi Yun with hatred. It was all this guy who was not good enough and pushed this woman to him. Now, I'm going to have a lot of fun.

"There are so many monsters on the entire continent. On average, only one person has passed the selection in the Seventy-Two Holy City." Bing Xiyan said helplessly: "Although my swordsmanship has reached the realm of the realm, I don't have a great chance of entering the Holy Land Sect."

"I must enter the Qinglian Holy Sect." Zhen Luo said, looking at Yi Yun beside him firmly.

"Look, aren't that Valkyrie and the Female Sword Saint?" Yi Yun pointed helplessly at a clearing in the middle of the school ground. On the two temporary high platforms, Valkyrie and the Female Sword Saint who had met once were sitting opposite each other.

"There is that sword demon." Zhen Luo glanced around, and stopped holding a broken sword, Qin Yun with his disheveled hair.

"Oh, Xiyuan, why didn't you react?" Zhen Luo looked at Bing Xiyan beside him with annoyance.

"Does Brother Zhen really want me to have some reaction?" Bing Xiyan looked up at Zhen Luo with resentment, "I was already dead."

"Uh, okay." Zhen Luo was speechless and glared at Yi Yun fiercely again.

Seeing this, Yi Yun couldn't help but tremble again and said to himself: "Brother, please, cherish your fate is your belonging."

Before the high platform of the four holy places, many people watched the fun, but not many people were really brave enough to sign up. Because although this holy place is tall and high, the conditions for entry are very harsh, and some self-knowledge people will not make things boring.

The three-year ceremony for choosing disciples. If you miss the opportunity to join Tianmen, it will be more than worth the loss.

As soon as Yi Yun and his group appeared, the two peerless goddesses who were in the spirit of the Taixu on the two high platforms opened their eyes, looked at each other, and stared at Yi Yun with a tight look.

At this moment, their competition has not stopped.

When Yi Yun walked towards the Qinglian Holy Sect, the Valkyrie's face showed a hint of joy, but the female swordsman opposite sat back in dejectedly, as if she had suffered a defeat.

"If you want to join the Qinglian Holy Sect, do you just need to defeat this golden puppet and pass the primary election, come on." Before the high platform, a middle-aged deacon smiled at Yi Yun and waved his hand. A puppet holding a silver sword appeared in front of Yi Yun.

"This little guy doesn't need an assessment." Yi Yun was about to take action, but he heard the female war god sitting on the high platform speak.

"Ah, it's uncle." The middle-aged man was slightly surprised. After looking at Yi Yun curiously, he handed Yi Yun a totem carved with a twelve-grade green lotus the size of a palm.

Next was Zhen Luo, and this time the female war god did not speak again.

So, the battle broke out.

"Clang" Lei Yin Sword and the golden two swords collided. With one blow, the golden puppet suddenly burst back several feet, and was defeated with one sword.

"Yes, the second level of the origin of the lightning, the origin of the sword, and the first level of the origin of the star. If nothing unexpected happens, you will be my disciple of the Qinglian Holy Sect." The middle-aged deacon smiled with satisfaction: "If you are lucky, you should be no problem to enter the top ten new disciples."

The puppet in this preliminary selection is the peak of Xuan Wang, and its realm is slightly worse than the field level. With such difficulty, even Bing Xiyan, the weakest of the three, can easily pass it.

"Oh, this person" Yi Yun was watching the subsequent candidates' performance with great interest. Suddenly his heart beat violently, and then the Eye of Reincarnation quietly opened and flew over a young man who looked extremely weird. "How could this devil be?"

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