The four of them continued to move forward, and the green auspicious clouds floating back from the past gradually decreased, which also means that they were getting closer and closer to the top of the mountain.

At this time, Zhang Tiezhu was already in a semi-coma. Because of the spiritual energy swelling, blood vaguely oozing out of his nostrils and eye sockets, just like a pool of mud. It was all thanks to Liu Zhuo to drag it forward.

Liu Zhuo also began to be anxious. He looked up from time to time, hoping to reach the top of the mountain as soon as possible. At this time, he saw that the more he reached the top of the mountain, the thicker the fog around him became, and suddenly he had an idea.

He leaned into Tiezhu's ear and whispered: "Zhuzi, now you try not to inhale and pant. I can't help it anymore, so take a breath."

Zhang Tiezhu was confused and almost subconsciously did it according to Liu Zhuo's words.

Not long after, Tiezhu found that the feeling of suffocation and headache had slowed down a lot. He was immediately overjoyed and began to hold his breath desperately. In this way, his spirit recovered a little and his steps became much stronger than before.

Seeing that Tiezhu's signs of improvement, Liu Zhuo also affirmed his guess.

The so-called spiritual energy on the Five Finger Peak is already strong. Ordinary people cannot withstand the impact of the surge in spiritual energy, so they will feel suffocating. They naturally have to breathe desperately. In this way, they inhale more spiritual energy, just like drinking poison to quench thirst.

The immortals on the Five Finger Peak can not only select people with a deep connection with immortality, but also test the perseverance of these young people. After all, it is very uncomfortable to endure that feeling of suffocation. Only the true perseverance can reach the top of the mountain.

However, Tiezhu had the solution to hold his breath, and with his thick nerves, he forced himself to not breathe, and the next road would be easier to walk.

With Liu Zhuo's support, the group of four people walked through a dense maple leaf forest and finally saw a huge stone tablet with three vigorous words "Tengyunzhuang" carved on it.

Zhang Shun pointed to a huge villa behind the stone tablet and said, "We are here. If you can get here, you will be accepted as registered disciples at the worst."

"Cousin, are the registered disciples different from the outer disciples?" Li Kang had regained his usual arrogant appearance and asked loudly on purpose, and even glanced at Liu Zhuo disdainfully. Because of the conflict just now, he had completely hated Liu Zhuo.

Everyone continued to move forward, Zhang Shun explained: "The registered disciple refers to a disciple with a very ordinary immortal fate. He is not strong enough to be admitted into the inner sect, but his perseverance is firm enough. Through practice on the mountain, if he performs well, he will be recruited into the inner sect. On the contrary, when he is older, he will be considered an outer sect disciple and exiled to the mountain to take charge of affairs in the sect."

"Oh." Li Kang nodded pretending to be obediently.

At this time, the four of them had already arrived in front of the village. Zhang Shun said: "Now the Seventh Master is already in the "Xianwu Hall". Let's go there now. As long as we accept the test of the last level, we will be taken into the inner gate and be considered as the real immortal child."

So under the leadership of Zhang Shun, the three teenagers walked into the grand village in front of them with some confusion.

In the middle of the village, there is a three-story attic, which is ancient and ancient. The three words "Xianwu Hall" are written on the plaque in front of it.

In front of the Xianwu Hall, the boys who had successfully reached the top of the mountain were already waiting there. In front of them, there were eight blue-clothed disciples, that is, inner disciples.

Liu Zhuo counted and found that all the boys were only a hundred, including more than twenty girls.

"Four or five thousand people went up the mountain, but less than a hundred people reached the top. This is too harsh." Liu Zhuo said in surprise, but Tiezhu pulled his sleeves at this time.

"Zhuzi, what's wrong? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Liu Zhuo turned his face and asked.

At this time, the iron pillar had recovered most of the time and was sitting on the ground to breathe. He pointed behind Liu Zhuo angrily.

Liu Zhuo looked at him subconsciously.

It turned out that Li Kang was pulled to a corner by Zhang Shun, and was asking something to him. Soon, Zhang Shun got up and patted Li Kang on the shoulder, turned around and walked away.

Originally, Liu Zhuo had already raised his ears and wanted to eavesdrop on what Zhang Shun said, but the noise around him was too far away and he couldn't hear it clearly.

At this time, Li Kang walked back with a proud look on his face, looked at Liu Zhuo squintly and said, "My cousin said that the uncles from the inner sect will come to select the fifth generation of disciples later, so let's wait here."

Liu Zhuo kept his calm look and said, "That's good, let's wait."

Seeing that Liu Zhuo didn't like him, Li Kang couldn't help but feel a little angry. He smiled and said, "Yes, it's a bad luck for you to be a registered disciple. I will enter the inner door in the future. Let's see how I deal with you two!"

"What you want is your own business, there is no need to report to me." Liu Zhuo said lightly, simply ignored Li Kang, turned around and looked at the scenery around him.

"You...!" Li Kang looked at the back of Liu Zhuo's head, and his teeth were so angry that he itched.

At this time, the wooden door of the Immortal Martial Arts Hall was suddenly pushed open, and three people in red robes walked out of it. One of them was an immortal who was called the Seventh Master Uncle by Zhang Shun.

"I have met Uncle Qin, Uncle Zhao, and Uncle Wu." The eight disciples in blue garment saluted.

"There is no need to be polite. Wang Li, you are the senior brother among the fifth generation of disciples. Let's talk about the situation of selecting disciples this time." The immortal, who was called the Seventh Master, ordered.

Among the eight blue-clothed disciples, one of them had a scar on his forehead and said with a fist: "Report to Uncle Qin, the Immortal Sect has been opened for three days, and a total of 28,000 people have participated in the selection. There are 220 people who have arrived in Tengyun Village. The day before yesterday and yesterday, the other uncles have accepted four inner disciples. Today he has arrived in Tengyun Village for 89 people and asked his uncle to decide."

Uncle Qin glanced at the young men with a sharp look, and turned his face to a fairy with white hair beard beside him and said, "Senior Brother Zhao, what do you think?"

Seeing that his appearance was at least 70 years old, Senior Brother Zhao sighed: "In the past hundred years, there are fewer and fewer disciples who can reach this Tengyun Village. No wonder Master often lamented that our Five Mountains Sect has no successor. Maybe ten thousand years later, our Five Mountains Sect will no longer exist."

The uncle Qin frowned slightly and said, "God's will is unpredictable. Senior brother, are we starting to select disciples?"

Senior Brother Zhao sighed and said, "Okay, you and your ninth brother will choose first. Senior Brother has already accepted seven disciples, and he will not be able to take care of even if he has too many disciples."

Uncle Qin nodded and said, "Then let Junior Brother Wu come first."

At this time, a young immortal next to him also smiled and said, "Seventh Brother, you are afraid that you will accept disciples and delay your own practice. Haha, then Junior Brother will choose first."

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