At this time, the alchemists had already taken the stage one third, and the monks on the stage were basically those who were not good at fighting, or were not targeting the fighting in terms of practice. Next, there was a competition between the most ornamental combat monks in the disciple collection conference.

Although cultivating immortals is not entirely for fighting, cultivators who are good at fighting are always the mainstream. After all, the strong are respected in the fairy world.

Most monks have a dream of fighting and trampling their enemies under their feet.

This kind of struggle requires a life-and-death case, but most of the time, there is no need to see life-and-death, because a group of alchemists will roughly know your level when they see you take action. After a few rounds, they can tell whether you are suitable for their sect.

Besides, there is no agreement that the winner will definitely be able to enter a good sect, and the loser will definitely not enter a good sect.

It is true that the strong are respected, but the Immortal Cultivation Sect is now trying to recruit disciples, and is more concerned about the future development space of a disciple.

Therefore, without a bloody battle or a determination to divide life and death, several monks came on stage to fight, but the alchemists seemed bored. After all, in the eyes of alchemists, the methods of foundation-building monks are really not very interesting, and they can only be viewed unless both sides fight for their lives.

Seeing that more than half of the monks were on stage to compete, these monks were basically taken in by sects. At this moment, the people on the immortal platform were far more than the monks on the Luoshui River.

The sun in the sky had long disappeared, but the light from the immortal platform was still as bright as day, so it made people ignore the time, but in fact, it was almost the early morning.

Many of the monks were already a little sleepy, and the alchemists from the various sects were not in much interest at this time.

The alchemists from the Twelve Immortal Sects on the stage looked bad at this time, because the harvest on this day was really bleak, which was much worse than the Immortal Ceremony six years ago.

As for those small sects, they didn’t feel anything. They received the joy of their wish-free disciples, but were not in a high mood if they didn’t recruit them.

Here, if a monk has several sects to send olive branches, the choice is in the hands of the monks, and the monks will of course choose those sects with stronger strength.

In fact, many monks had reached a consensus with some sects a few days ago, and now they are just going on stage to perform and go through the motions.

The person responsible for recruiting disciples at Shuangtongmen was a middle-aged man with a white jade face and graceful demeanor. There was a blue jade eyeball in the center of his forehead, which was caused by the special practice of Shuangtongmen.

"This time the cultivator seedlings are very poor. The elders in the sect asked me to try to relax the standards and recruit more disciples. Now it seems that even if I want to relax the standards, I really can't recruit a few decent disciples."

Zhen Jiuxiao smiled and said, "Wei Lan, your Shuangtongmen has dozens of cities under your jurisdiction, with a population of 60 million. How many disciples are provided to you every year? Are these disciples missing?"

Wei Landanshi just shook his head slightly at the teasing of the sect, but there was a hint of worry on his face. He stopped talking, but said with divine thoughts: "Jiuxiao, do you know what happened? Recently, the elders in the sect seem to have become very anxious, especially this time, they have to integrate the sects and send disciples to each other. I always feel that something big is going to happen!"

Zhen Jiuxiao's face also slightly raised his face and said, "The same is true here. The elders in the sect told me that they must not let go of good seedlings. They should collect as much as they can. If in previous years, no disciple would be taken back at this disciple-taking conference, the elders would have no objection. The elders were not even lazy to recruit disciples from outside the sect to join. I also felt like the storm was coming, but you don't have to worry too much. The big things are supported by those old Nascent Soul monsters. They can't hold on, so it's our turn. But if they can't hold on, it's useless for us to go up. So, just live by me, don't worry too much. Instead, I found a new method of brewing wine. The refined wine is peerless. How about it? Let's have a drink in a while?"

Wei Lan was full of thoughts. He has never been an open-minded person. He was willing to think about it in his heart when he had something to do. How could he have the heart to drink at this time?

"Sometimes, drinking a little wine will make you feel comfortable, but most of the time, it's better not to touch it!"

Wei Lan is not very interested in drinking.

Zhen Jiuxiao snorted coldly, "Don't make plans for each other! Don't talk to me in the future!"

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at the field in a angrily manner, and indeed stopped speaking.

Wei Lan looked puzzled, and had no idea what evil spirit was coming from Zhen Jiuxiao for no reason, and suddenly turned her back on her face.

He didn't know that after Zhen Jiuxiao got the method of brewing wine from Tang Letian, he refined a jar of wine, showed off everywhere, won countless praises, and also sold a lot of small profits. He wanted to be arrogant in front of Wei Lan with joy, but who knew that his hot face was pressed on his cold butt, which made him feel nowhere to vent his enthusiasm, so he naturally began to feel sulk.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer monks, Tang Letian whispered: "It's your turn, hurry up! Didn't you see that the alchemists on the stage can't open their eyes? You just go up and cheer them up!"

When Tang Jiuqu heard this, he looked around and agreed. Awesome people should appear at this time, but unfortunately there is no exclusive soundtrack!

Tang Jiuqu was about to take a step, but one of them had already climbed the steps of the immortal platform.

Tang Jiuqu's face was immediately a little unhappy, but as a pseudo-elixir who stood out from the crowd, Tang Jiuqu still had a little demeanor, with a faint expression on his face, quietly retracting his step forward.

This person on stage is not good-looking, not old, has a round figure, is a little fat man with milky white skin, two dimples on his cheeks, and is white and tender, just like a freshly baked big white steamed bun.

The monk smiled and said, "Seniors, my name is Haochi, very good. It's so late. My mother was pregnant for three years when she gave birth to me, so she named me the word Chi!"

Everyone smiled when they heard this, but Tang Letian frowned slightly. It was so late, this name was a bit familiar!

"What kind of magical power do you have to show it! Or do you want to accept the challenges of other alchemists?" The whole group of alchemists also smiled, and raised their spirits to watch it.

Haochi shook his head and said, "I don't have any magical powers to show, and I don't want to fight with other alchemists."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, but they seemed to be not old last year, perhaps only thirteen or fourteen years old. With their cute appearance, everyone did not feel booed like the ones they used to slaughter on stage.

"What do you want to do? Do you have something to show us?" Wei Lan, who had been reading occasionally, suddenly asked.

Very chi nodded repeatedly, pinched his waist and said proudly: "My mother said, as long as I stand here, no need to mention other small sects, the Twelve Immortal Sects will beg for me. I'm here to show you my! Now you can come and rob me!"

quiet……
Chapter completed!