After coming out of the test hall, he just walked past the corner and saw Hong Zhao running over quickly, so he stopped.

"Senior Brother Yang, where did they arrange for you to live?" Hong Zhao asked before the person could run away.

"Xuanyuan." Yang Ningfeng said.

"Xuanyuan? How could it be Xuanyuan?" Hong Zhao ran to Yang Ningfeng and looked puzzled: "With your strength, at least you have to live in the Heavenly Courtyard. How could it be in the Xuanyuan? Could it be that the person in charge of the test today is Elder Zhang? You know so quickly that you have beaten Zhang Man?"

Listening to Hong Zhao's puzzlement and almost talking to himself, Yang Ningfeng smiled slightly: "It's the same wherever he lives, the key is whether he can achieve good results in the selection competition."

"That's what I said..." Hong Zhao shook his head in disappointment, but then his eyes suddenly lit up, and his voice lowered: "Senior Brother Yang, you didn't have the full test, right?"

Yang Ningfeng smiled and nodded gently. He trusted Hong Zhao quite well, because he could see that Hong Zhao's disappointment just now was not disappointed with his strength, but with the feeling of standing up for him. This was a kind of complaint and resentment when his friends were treated unfairly.

"Haha, I said, how could you live in a place like Xuanyuan where only people with average test scores can live." Hong Zhao's face began to show joy, and he was a little excited: "Senior brother is right. The key is the final result of the selection competition. Let's take you to Xuanyuan. You just came here and didn't know the way. If you look for it yourself, it will take time."

"It's convenient for you to walk away? Don't you need to receive people who come to participate in the selection competition?" Yang Ningfeng asked.

"My time has come, and it's someone else on duty now. It's okay, I'm very idle now, I'll take you there." Hong Zhao said.

"Then I'll be thankful for my senior brother." Yang Ningfeng was not polite when he heard this, and said while walking forward.

"If it comes from, this is my honor." Hong Zhao and Yang Ningfeng walked side by side with a very honest smile. He really felt honored to lead the way for Yang Ningfeng.

While walking, Hong Zhao told Yang Ningfeng some details of life in the Tianlong Sect.

"I still need some money to deal with it here?" When it comes to money, Yang Ningfeng stopped.

"Of course. If you don't do it, those guys will make things difficult for you or deduct your usual things. For example, the core disciple has three amethyst stones every month, but if you don't do it, the person who distributes amethyst may send you two. Also, to the point of being small, your broom is broken and you want to buy one, but if you have a bad relationship with those people, he can sell it to you immediately, but he can sell it to you tomorrow or next month. You can always sweep your own room? So if your senior brother has money, you have to ask for something when you need it." Hong Zhao said.

"Isn't this corrupt resources? No one in the sect cares about this matter?" Yang Ningfeng frowned.

"How can it be said that it is greed? They deducted the things and did not take them as existing ones. They just put them in the warehouse and sent them to others for use. But no matter how you handle them, they will not send more, only send less. Haha, this is actually a kind of tempering for disciples in the sect, so that they will not suffer losses if they don't understand the human nature and the world. Therefore, as long as it is not too much, the superiors will not pay attention to it." Hong Zhao said.

"It's understandable to say that..." Yang Ningfeng thought for a while, couldn't help but smile, and then suddenly turned his wrist and ten silver notes of all worth 100,000 taels were stuffed into Hong Zhao's hand.

"Senior Brother Yang, what do you mean? You think I..." Hong Zhao was stunned. When he looked at it, it turned out to be a silver note, his face suddenly turned angry.

"Don't be angry, this is my little intention. And I just came here and didn't know how to handle it. You just took these silver notes to help me with some places that needed it, and at the same time, you can also handle it for yourself. We are friends now, so we should help each other. This is a little intention between friends." Yang Ningfeng said solemnly.

"That's it... well, then I'll accept it." After hesitating for a moment, Hong Zhao's face disappeared, he put the silver note in his arms, and then smiled and said, "Senior brother, thank you. I know that you want me to help you with some excuses. You know that I'm poor because I'm given it to me because it was given to me by my friend."

This is indeed what Yang Ningfeng really means.

He now knows that in the Tianlong Sect, except for some of the cultivation resources distributed monthly by the sect, other daily necessities actually require money to buy. The sect will not distribute them, just like living outside. Even the place where he lives has to pay a certain amount of money every month, as if it was rent.

Of course, if you don’t have silver, you can also pay with a task point. A little task point is equivalent to one tael of silver. Therefore, people who don’t have silver in the sect will go to the mission hall to collect tasks and earn tasks and work to live.

This is also something that Yang Ningfeng felt extremely strange about the Tianlong Sect, but also interesting at the same time. This is indeed a microcosm of a continent.

On the way to Xuanyuan, Yang Ningfeng saw many people setting up stalls and selling things on the roadside, including those selling food, weapons, clothes, and many shops opened for business. If he didn't know that this was the holy place of the cultivation of the Tianlong Sect, he would have thought he had come to the streets of a certain town.

The hawking sounds are constantly coming, and the bargaining sounds are very lively.

Turning around the lively "street", moving forward, getting closer and closer to the depths of the Tianlong Sect, it began to quiet. Along the way, there were pavilions and towers, tall and magnificent, and try to be as extraordinary as possible and powerful as the majesty of the Tianlong Sect.

"This courtyard is where our errand disciples live."

"This is Huang Academy, which is the lowest-strength among core disciples and is also the place where people who come to participate in the core disciple assessment and have the worst test scores."

"Senior brother, I have arrived at Xuanyuan. The left row in the courtyard is the residence of the core disciple with average strength, and the temporary residence is on the right... The senior brother has no luggage, so don't rush to find a room. Let's get the daily necessities for the past few days first."

"Okay, No. 89, this is this room."

Finally, Hong Zhao took Yang Ningfeng to get some daily necessities and then took them to the room where Yang Ningfeng lived.

Yang Ningfeng was really grateful. If he hadn't been to Hong Zhao's lead, he would have been afraid that he would not have found Xuanyuan anywhere, let alone to get things.

Although the room is not big, it is pretty good to live alone.

Didn’t someone say that there is a famous saying that sleeping only three feet wide in millions of houses? Although it is disdained by the world, it is reasonable.

"My mission is completed, haha, senior brother, you have a good rest, I'm leaving."

After taking it to the location, Hong Zhao was about to leave.

"By the way, where is the Mission Hall?" Yang Ningfeng asked suddenly.

"Go out and walk straight to the left for three thousand meters, and then walk straight to the right for more than a thousand meters." Hong Zhao blurted out. Obviously, he was very careful about these things. After saying that, he was stunned for a moment and looked at Yang Ningfeng: "Senior Brother, don't you want to get the mission now?"

"Anyway, there are more than two days left. Instead of staying here, it's better to go and take over the time. " Yang Ningfeng nodded. Hong Zhao told him just now that although he is not the core disciple, he is a disciple of the Foreign Sect and a member of the Tianlong Sect, and is also qualified to collect the mission.

After completing the task, if Yang Ningfeng is unable to become a core disciple in the end, he will need to go back to the outer sect and follow the task point at that time. Of course, if he cannot become a core disciple, he has another option, that is, to stay in the inner sect as a serious disciple, and then participate in the next core disciple selection competition.

"It seems that you are a person who can't stay there." Hong Zhao smiled and said, "Anyway, I'm fine, so I'll take you there again."

“Okay.”

Yang Ningfeng looked at Hong Zhao, as if he suddenly thought of something, and smiled, but did not refuse Hong Zhao's help again.

The two left together and headed straight to the direction of the mission hall.

There was no obstacle on the road, but some people saw Hong Zhao taking Yang Ningfeng. Those who knew Hong Zhao greeted him, and then looked at Yang Ningfeng secretly, probably thinking that he was a new servant disciple.

With more than 3,000 meters of distance, with the strength of the two of them, they soon arrived at the mission hall. Of course, it goes without saying that Yang Ningfeng's cultivation is. Although Hong Zhao is a traitor, he is actually a sixth-level sect. In the Tianlong Sect, such cultivation is only a traitor and a low status. However, if he is placed in the Southern Wilderness, he can actually dominate the country.

It’s just that everyone’s pursuits are all. Hong Zhao told Yang Ningfeng that he stayed here just to hope that one day he could become a strong man of the king. At that time, he would ask for a sect to be sent out from inside and outside the sect, so that his status and treatment would be different.

"Hello, we are here to take on the mission."

Entering the lobby of the mission hall, Hong Zhao took Yang Ningfeng straight to the second floor.

In the lobby on the second floor, there were a huge table in front of several old men sitting upright.

These old men were wearing white clothes and were the head of the mission hall.

"Medical disciple... see which one you guys are here." An old man glanced at Yang Ningfeng and Hong Zhao, and then said.

"It's not me who answered, it's this senior brother Yang who just came to participate in the core disciple selection competition." Hong Zhao knew that he had a misunderstanding and said quickly.

"It was the two of us who took it together. I know there are many levels of the mission, and I want to see the first to third levels." Yang Ningfeng pulled Hong Zhao for a moment and said.

"At level one to third level? Are you kidding? The tasks from level one to third level require at least three levels of King's cultivation. You are here to participate in the selection competition, so you should have some strength. It would be good to take a level four to six."

The first to third level tasks require cultivation of the third level or above, and the fourth to sixth level requires cultivation of the king level below the third level. However, the seven to nineth level can be carried out.

In fact, the seventh to nineth level tasks are equivalent to specialized for servile disciples.

"Young people, it is risky to do tasks. Don't be too arrogant and have low strength, and you will be killed by then."

"Just, I thought I was a core disciple? I actually wanted to take the first to third level, so why is it so ignorant of the world?"

"You must be aware of yourself."

The other old men also sneered disdainfully.

"You have so much nonsense. I will decide my own life. Whether or not it is my business." Yang Ningfeng frowned and said in a bad tone as he heard these people's cold words.
Chapter completed!