Mozhou.

Zhizicheng.

Zhizi City belongs to the capital of Mo Kingdom and is located in a deserted state. It is not suitable to become the capital, but who is the headquarters of the Black and White Temple located here?

Today, immortals will fight against all living beings.

The country is just a tool for immortals to govern mortals. Therefore, the countries in the nine continents have no military forces, only yamen. If there is really a war, it will be the immortals who come forward to solve it.

For mortals, obtaining the qualification to cultivate immortals is the greatest life experience.

Every spring, the Black and White Temple will conduct a disciple selection in Zhizi City, with only one hundred to five hundred per year, but the participants will be 100,000.

It was the new year's enrollment. When Ning Ye came here, he saw the crowd of people in Zhizi City, shoulder to shoulder, and young people everywhere who came to participate in the selection, with hope in his eyes. After all, as long as he could enter the Black and White Temple, he could soar into the sky from now on.

Because there are too many people coming, the inns in Zhizicheng are already full. Fortunately, there are many open people among the people. The mortals in Zhizicheng make a fortune every year.

As a former monk, Ning Ye was not short of money, but his ugly face with bumpy red and white face really scared many people. Ning Ye forced to add 30% of the price to find a fairly pure house.

After Xingzilin and Qinglinxin Xiaoye separated, it was already three months later.

I don’t know what the senior brother and sister are doing now, but I entered the Taiyin Gate of Haotian Gate.

At this moment, looking at the ugly self in the mirror, Ning Ye sighed and lay on the bed, his mind moved slightly. He was still inside the house, but his mind had already appeared in front of a wide palace.

This is Qianji Hall.

This thing was obtained by him by accident. At that time, he was just an ordinary intelligence analyst. After a trip to the field, he saw something coming from the sky. He thought it was a meteorite, so he chased him, but unexpectedly he saw a magnificent palace descending from the sky. Then he came to this world, and the temple also came with him.

In other words, this is its original place. After traveling around the world, it returned to its original place and brought more individuals.

At this moment, the mind was placed in Qianji Hall. Ning Ye waved his hand and the mysterious light of the Kunlun Ancient Mirror rose from the hall. Countless wonderful runes shone in the air, reflecting a bizarre scene.

Although the cultivation level has been lost, the Tianshi Art emphasizes mystery but not the law. What is lost is the cultivation level, not the knowledge of Tianshi Art, so Ning Ye can still barely use it.

Of course, without a foundation of cultivation, it is impossible to calculate something important.

Fortunately, the future is difficult to predict, and the past can be seen!

Ning Ye’s idea was finally realized now.

At this moment, Ning Ye activated the Kunlun Mirror and activated the hexagram and divination.

Soon a row of words appeared on the Kunlun Mirror, which was written about the method of evaluating disciples in the Black and White Divine Palace. This is not the core secret, and it is easy to know with the help of the Kunlun Mirror.

"Is this actually the case?" Looking at the above assessment method, Ning Ye fell into deep thought.

The selection method of the Black and White Divine Palace is generally normal. At least for Ning Ye, he has no problem passing the test. He has been qualified and has practiced for another three years. Although his cultivation has been gone, his experience is still there. Even his body has become accustomed to the nourishment of spiritual energy, so it is naturally much more convenient to re-cultivate.

The problem is that there is still a person who will be selected in the end.

In other words, even if you pass all the levels in the end, the Black and White God Palace will send someone to choose them personally. Those who are selected may have masters, and those who are not selected are ordinary outer disciples.

This problem is serious.

Ning Yeshen knew that his biggest problem now was that it was too ugly.

He destroyed his face and was covered in aphrodisiacs, and he never let him go. The immortals seek the way of heaven and follow the wishes of others, and pursue beautiful things. Even the magic is full of colorful and brilliant light, just as the saying goes.

If you make a fairy-like body with a pockmarked face, your image will be damaged!

It would be fine if you say that you are talented, but the problem is that Ning Ye’s qualifications are average.

Qualifications can be seen, which means that even if Ning Ye performs better than anyone else in the selection and wins the first place, it only means that you perform well. Your qualifications are still ordinary, and you cannot make false things.

In this way, he has an ugly face and an ordinary qualification. It is difficult to win the favor of the immortal master.

So, be an ordinary outer disciple first, and then climb up step by step?

Yes, but Ning Ye cannot accept it.

It’s not how important the teacher is, but how difficult it is for Ning Yeshen to know how difficult the future path is, and he is destined to be numerous difficulties and obstacles. If he even retreats in this first level, what should he do if he encounters greater trouble in the future?

Retreat is a habit.

Giving up once may be giving up again and again.

Thinking of this, Ning Ye's heart had a strong fighting spirit.

As my first small goal, this matter is only successful and not defeated!

Three days later.

At the foot of Jiugong Mountain, there are crowds of immortal seekers from all directions.

Hundreds of thousands of people gathered here, and the scene was spectacular.

When the sun is high, the light is dim, the sky turns into black and white, the sky is dim, the earth is daytime, and even the scorching sun in the sky is gone.

An immortal from the Black and White Divine Palace flew out, holding a whisk in his hand, had a long face and a pair of conspicuous wind-catching ears, and stepped on a jade chessboard, and flew into the air.

Someone familiar with it said in a low voice:

"It's Xifengzi."

"Who is Xifengzi?"

"I don't know this? Xifengzi Immortal Master is one of the twelve heavenly gangs of the divine palace, the Lord of the White Palace, second only to the head of the sect, the three elders and the master of the son, Yue Xinchan, and the peak power of the Wumin Realm who is as famous as the Lord of the Black Palace."

As everyone was talking, Xi Fengzi had already spoken.

I didn't see how hard I tried, and the voice had already hit the four directions: "This time, the recruitment of disciples is very simple. All the selected people enter the valley ahead and wait until the sun sets out of the valley. The temple will make a judgment based on your performance."

As he said that, the west wind waved the dust, the people had disappeared, and the world returned to normal.

But a misty valley had appeared in front of everyone.

That's so simple?

Everyone looked at each other, suddenly shouted, and rushed into the valley together.

Alas, you don’t know, sometimes the simpler the matter is, the more complicated it is? Seeing their anxious look, Ning Ye was not in a hurry, just followed behind leisurely, and the last one stepped into the valley.
Chapter completed!