Daluo Ancient City.

Under the city gate, there was no row of city guards standing like other cities. There were only two figures in black robes, one on the left and one on the right. This number was not even as many as the gatekeepers of a small family.

However, the aura emanating from their bodies made the monks who came and went stay silent. They did not dare to cause trouble and even lowered their necks from time to time.

Mid-level earth stage!

Zhao Fan lined up in a low-key manner and walked slowly towards the city gate. When he sensed the rank of the two guards, he couldn't help but be stunned. At this level, he would be a dazzling powerhouse in any territory, but at this level

The ancient city of Daluo is just a gatekeeper?

This is too much and overkill!

"Heaven-level power is really luxurious." With a thought, Zhao Fan condensed his avatar in the Quicksand Pagoda and told the three bodyguards about the matter.

"normal."

Qingluan said without any change in his expression: "If you look at the forces with Heavenly rank or the sects with extremely strong foundations, they will send the middle-level Earthly rank to guard the gate. Not only that, this job is also a job that many monks can only dream of."

"Is there money to be made?" Zhao Fan was puzzled.

"There is oil and water, but it is not plundered from the passers-by at the city gate." Qingluan introduced: "In the middle stage of the earth level, basically no one is willing to waste time guarding the gate. Therefore, their benefits are even at the peak of the earth level.

Envy, because after you have been guarding the gate for a certain period of time, you can get face-to-face instruction from a heaven-level saint, or learn about the sect’s secrets, etc.”

"I see, the temptation is indeed great."

Zhao Fan nodded slightly. If it were him, he would probably be willing to rush to guard the gate. Getting the guidance of a heaven-level saint would mean avoiding a lot of detours. On the surface, guarding is a waste of time, but in fact, it is earned.

If you are lucky enough to be valued by a heaven-level saint, your status will skyrocket.

Soon after, it was Zhao Fan's turn.

There is a box in front of the city gate that can accommodate all rivers. This is a magic weapon from the cave. It is placed here to collect the city entrance fee.

In the ancient city of Daluo, if you are an outsider, you need ten yuan stones to enter, but if you are a local with permanent residency, you only need one yuan crystal.

Zhao Fan happily threw ten yuan stones into the box, and a purple wood token containing a mark emerged from the mouth of the box. This thing is equivalent to a temporary residence permit.

After Zhao Fan put away the Purple Wood Token, he successfully entered the ancient city of Daluo under the noses of two middle-level people.

Next, Zhao Fan wandered aimlessly on the street while looking toward the center of the city. There was a giant peak that could reach the sky. It was larger than any mountain peak Zhao Fan had ever seen before. It was filled with clouds and mist.

Floating around, one can vaguely see the corners of some huge buildings. As for those above the clouds, the view is completely blocked and cannot be seen.

That's where the Daluo Ancient Sect is.

The incarnation of Zhao Fan's magic power asked in the Quicksand Pagoda: "How to sneak into the ancient Daluo Sect now?"

"No rush."

Huoyan Suanni made suggestions and said: "The forces will recruit monks to do odd jobs or fill vacancies. However, there is a time limit for recruiting disciples. Usually, they will only recruit new ones in a few years or decades."

"You mean, I'm going to apply for a job as a handyman?" Zhao Fan smiled bitterly. His rank was at the late Xuan level after all.

Even though the Great Luo Ancient Sect is a heaven-level force, the earth-level ones are not everywhere. Ninety-nine percent of the monks among them are probably at the Xuan-level level, and the earth-level ones are almost as strong as the heavens.

"At the late Xuan level, you should not be doing odd jobs." Qingluan analyzed: "At least you can get a busy small position. After the observation period, if you perform well, you may be promoted."

"Oh, okay."

Zhao Fan reluctantly accepted the things that the beast god had left in the Daluo Ancient Sect.

After that, he rented a flying beast car, bought a local map, chose the main road, and rushed directly to the Daluo Ancient Sect in the core area.

This city is comparable to a state.

It took nearly nine hours of riding on the beast cart to arrive in front of the ancient Daluo Sect shrouded in clouds and mist.

Zhao Fan stood at the foot of Daluo Holy Mountain. He looked up and saw that he was just like a tiny speck of dust facing the towering tree. It was a shock that hit his soul!

"He who comes, stop there."

At this time, a majestic voice sounded out of thin air. Immediately, the void in front of Zhao Fan blurred for a moment, and a figure with three heads and six arms appeared. The aura on his body was that of the late Earth Stage!

Zhao Fan bowed and saluted: "Junior Zhao, what time did you meet your senior?"

At Zhao o'clock, he separated the word "fan".

"I don't know why you came to our Daluo Ancient Sect?" The three heads from the late Earth Stage stared at the former at the same time.

It is worth mentioning that, except for having two more heads and four arms than the pure-bred human race, his appearance, facial features, and body are all the same, except that he is a bit larger and is nearly three meters tall.

This is the symbol of the divine race.

Zhao Fan explained in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Senior, I saw the Da Luo Gu Sect's recruitment notice in the city, and I came here to apply."

On the way here, he did see a recruitment notice posted on an official building. There were more than twenty positions on it. If the positions were full, the corresponding position would be automatically erased, so there were still vacancies.

Zhao Fan studied it carefully and found that he was not only qualified for one of the positions, but also more than adequate.

That is the soul trainer.

On the Daluo Holy Mountain, there are seven main peaks, four of which are for training disciples, one is Yuan Peak, the second is Soul Peak, the third is Dan Peak, and the fourth is Formation Peak.

And many forces, large and small, also cultivate soul cultivation.

The Soul Peak of the Great Luo Ancient Sect is one of the few influential existences in the Yuan Realm besides the Soul Domain.

To cultivate soul cultivation, in addition to preaching and teaching the secrets of skills, there is also the need to accumulate experience or make up for deficiencies through a lot of practice, just like soldiers who need to feed bullets. In this practical process, soul sparring is used

Master, the feeling of attacking dead objects is completely different from attacking monks.

Soul sparring masters are different from living targets. They are extremely humane, have benefits, have reasonable time arrangements, and will not be trained by those with a higher rank than themselves. They have a guaranteed workload every day, and the rewards are doubled for additional workloads. Of course, in common

The point is to be beaten passively and not to fight back.

"Are you...sure?"

The gods and humans looked at Zhao Fan up and down.

Being stared at by three pairs of eyes from one person at the same time, even if he was in the same state of mind as Zhao Fan, he would inevitably feel a little nervous.

Zhao Fan nodded seriously, then released a burst of life energy and said: "This junior's soul has reached the peak of the late Xuan level, and he has mastered the means of soul defense, so he will definitely be qualified for this position."

He suppressed the amplitude of his soul power, and his strength was almost only a sliver away from the peak of Xuan level.

"Um……"

The god-human tribe stretched out a hand, grabbed the soul power released by the other party, felt it, then nodded lightly and said: "Follow me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Fan felt his body light up. He was lifted up into the void by the gods and humans, and escaped into the clouds and mist of Daluo Ancient Sect.

After a while, they descended on a mountain peak.

The introduction of the Shenren Dijie said: "This is Soul Peak, one of the seven main peaks. The building in front is the Deacon Building of Soul Peak. Just go in and apply for the job. If you fail, follow the road in front of you and go down the mountain. Remember

Stay and wander around in the holy mountain, otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences."

Immediately, he flashed and disappeared from Zhao Fan's sight.

At the late stage of the Earth Level, Zhao Fan was still unable to be frightened.

He shrugged, then raised his feet disapprovingly and walked towards the Deacon Building not far away.

When he arrived downstairs, two monks dressed as disciples stopped Zhao Fan and asked him what he was doing.

Zhao Fan briefly explained his purpose of coming.

After hearing this, the two disciples smiled and expressed their welcome.

Sparring trainers are in great demand from any force, but there are too few people willing to apply. Only when you are desperate will you engage in this profession where you are beaten all day long and cannot fight back.

As for soul trainers, the proportion is even smaller.

Soul power offensive is not as good as Yuan power offensive. If the soul is injured, it is not easy to recover, and it is easy to leave sequelae and other hidden dangers. It may not be abnormal for a while, but it will stop after a long period of time.

Not only that, the stronger the foundation of the force, the greater the risk for the training teacher. After all, the lower limit of the disciples in the sect is comparable to the upper limit of the general force, and the upper limit is even higher. There are many geniuses, the same rank, offensive

The intensity cannot be generalized.

So much so that those who are not absolutely confident in their own defense against attacks at the same level will not consider this kind of work at all.

"I don't know your surname?" one of the disciples asked enthusiastically, as if welcoming a rare guest.

"What time is it?"

Zhao Fan spread his hands and said with a smile: "My parents don't have much knowledge, so they chose the name casually for me."

"What time is it……"
Chapter completed!