On the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, snow flies.

However, on the Guiyu Sect, the black flag was like a forest, and it was very lively. The four main peaks and more than a hundred disciples of the side peaks all gathered in Luogu Peak. On the huge square, there were crowds of people and extremely noisy.

Outside the mountain gate, cultivators of various costumes followed one after another. The other three major sects of Xiangguo and many small sects came to hear the news, and various teams were endless.

The highly anticipated annual trial of the Ghost Sect has finally arrived!

"It turns out that fellow Taoist Taihe from the Halal Sect led the team personally, welcome!"

"Hey, fellow Taoist Tiankui, I heard that you have been practicing in seclusion and have not been out for a century. I didn't expect you to come today."

"Oh, isn't this senior Yunyou? Please come in quickly. The sword test of your Wanjian Sect last year is very eye-opening."

...

On the rugged mountain road, several old men with beautiful hair were smiling and busy welcoming guests. On the mountainside and in the air, monks from various sects came one after another.

Yugui Sect is one of the four major cultivation sects in Xiangguo. The annual trial is very important. It is related to the replenishment of fresh blood in the sect and the discovery of elite disciples. It has a profound impact on the future development of Yugui Sect and has also had a certain degree of alertness to the other sects, which naturally attracted many sects to come and watch. The senior leaders of Yugui Sect also had a deterrent and show-off mentality, and they refused everyone and welcomed them very much.

Of course, the other sects have exams of all sizes almost every few years, and most of them will send people to the Guiyu Sect. Therefore, although there are conflicts between the various sects, they are always harmonious and cope with each other on the surface and respect each other on such days.

"Elder Fang, I heard that in this annual examination of the Guiyu Sect, there will be many disciples with amazing talents. We are lucky today."

"Yes, I also heard that all the seniors of your Presbyterian Church will come out to watch in person, but is there any such thing?"

"Elder Fang, can you reveal in advance that among your disciples in this annual exam, there are genius disciples above the tenth level of spiritual communication?"

"Yes, in the last annual exam, you had a genius from the eleventh level of psychics. He seemed to be a disciple named Yuan Hao. He was only twenty years old at that time, so I envied us so much."

Elder Fang and a group of people entered the gate of the Guiyu Sect and flew towards Luogu Peak. Along the way, many monks couldn't help asking.

"Don't be impatient, everyone, the annual exam will begin, and the results will be announced later." Elder Fang smiled slightly, but said nothing more.

These people were a little disappointed, but they were even more expectant. Although they praised them on the surface, they secretly prayed in their hearts that they must not let the Yugui Sect show up again young geniuses above the tenth level of spiritual communication appear, otherwise they can compare their own sect.

...

In the stands, the three peak masters of the Guigui Sect also brought people to him one after another. Cultivators from various sects came forward to say hello.

"Brother Jiang, long time no see. I wonder if your disciple from Wangu Peak has the chance to win the first place in the annual exam today?" A tall middle-aged monk came to Jiang Wuji and started greetings.

"Brother Yunxiao, I think Brother Wan's disciple of Gui Xiaofeng should be stronger. This is the first place, it must be Brother Wan's personal disciple." Another man in a purple robe looked at him with a smile and stood beside Wan Feixun. He was incompatible with Jiang Wuji, so he naturally wanted to hit him.

Jiang Wuji was not angry, and glanced at Wan Feixun meaningfully, looked at the man in purple robe and smiled: "Fellow Daoist Tiankui said it well. Of course, Master Wanfeng's personal disciple is better than mine. The first place in the exam this year is definitely his Gui Xiaofeng."

Wan Feixun's eyes twitched, he glanced at him sideways, but did not speak.

On the other side, the beautiful woman in black, Xie Ning was surrounded by many Jade God Realm cultivators. These people smiled and pleased them without a trace. Then they had nothing to say and praised some of the female disciples behind Xie Ning.

Xie Ning's coldness and beauty, as well as his unfathomable cultivation, made these backbones of various sects with extraordinary status and status excited and rush to talk.

Xie Ning herself still looked cold and cold. Although today is different from the past, she has to speak if she wants to give these people face, but when someone says something, she just nods her head casually, sometimes she just utters a word, still looking expressionless and impatient.

Xie Xiaoxie was gone. Unexpectedly, he should have run into the crowd again and used her beauty to tease those foreign disciples who didn't know her.

The morning sun was rising and the heavy snow stopped. Almost all the people from all sects had arrived and sat down. A huge black cloud suddenly flew from the horizon not far away. Xu Chong, the leader of the Ghost Sect, came with five old men from the Presbyterian Church.

The annual examination has finally begun.

At the Ghost Fog Peak, the lowest level of the Ghost Yu Sect, Yang Que was still fighting with the two girls, and he was having a lot of fun.

The practice that has never stopped these days has caused his cultivation to suddenly break through to the peak of the spiritual realm, the twelve level of spiritual realm, and three golden flowers in the small tripod were used. He was still not satisfied and continued to practice!

The later the energy he needed, the more energy he needed, four golden flowers melted in a row, and the demand in his body finally saturated and reached the peak of the twelfth level. He was only one step away from breaking through.

Cultivate! Cultivate again!

The two girls were blushing and panting. Although they couldn't bear it, they didn't dare to say anything and gritted their teeth and persevered.

...

"Miao Qian, a disciple of Xieyun Peak, has a seventh level of spiritual communication. In the past three years, he has grown to two levels. He has good talent. The master of Xiefeng can be accepted as a personal disciple." A girl in black used her martial arts and showed her cultivation. The elders looked at each other and announced.

"Yes." Xie Ning stood up, bowed slightly to the five old men, and then said to the girl who was excited on the stone platform, "Come here."

His face was still cold and unkind.

"Wow! Senior Sister Miao has become a personal disciple!" Some disciples exclaimed excitedly in the crowd.

"Yes, her cultivation level was lower than mine at the beginning, but she didn't expect that she would become a personal disciple now. From then on, her status and status have been much higher than ours." Many disciples sighed secretly, with envy and jealousy on their faces.

"Zhang Yun, a disciple of Xieyun Peak, has made no progress in the past three years. We will stop providing cultivation resources for the future." After another girl in black came on stage to show her cultivation, the elders announced expressionlessly.

When the girl heard the result, her body trembled, her face was decadent, and she silently stepped down from the stone platform.

"It's so pitiful. Junior Sister Zhang has finished her work now and has no cultivation resources. What can I do in the future?" Someone sympathized with her.

"Hmph, let her be proud before, it's time to cry now." Someone gloated.

A disciple came to the stage to show his cultivation. Some were happy, some were sad, and some were even more depressed and failed.

"Where is the waste?" Wan Feixun watched as time passed little by little, it was his turn to Gui Xiaofeng, but Yang Que, who was still his personal disciple, still did not appear, and he was suddenly angry.

Lin Baiyun sneered at the corner of his mouth and whispered: "Master, I heard from those disciples that the kid is still sleeping in the Ghost Fog Peak, and he never thought about coming."

A sharp light flashed in Wan Feixun's eyes, the corners of his mouth were trembling with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it!"

Jiang Wuji, who was standing beside him, saw his face gloomy and was very angry. He smiled and looked behind him with a sinister smile, and then said in surprise: "Hey, Brother Wan, where is your personal disciple whose meridians were blocked and you abandoned? Today is the annual examination. The sect leader and several uncles from the Presbyterian Church came to preside over the presidency in person. Don't hide your own personal information."

Tian Kui, a man in purple robe beside Wan Feixun, was slightly stunned when he heard this. He then remembered something. He glanced at Gui Xiaofeng's disciple and looked at him with a puzzled look: "Yes, Brother Wan, I also heard that Gui Xiaofeng had accepted a powerful personal disciple. Where is someone else?"

Yun Xiao, who is acquainted with Jiang Wuji, looked sarcastic: "Fellow Taoist Tiankui, you seem to have no ears. Brother Jiang said just now that the disciple's meridians were blocked and abandoned by Master Wanfeng. You still said that he is powerful. Isn't this obviously a satirical brother Wan?"

Tian Kui frowned, looked at Wan Feixun, whose face was gloomy beside her, and whispered: "Brother Wan?"

Wan Feixun's eyes shook and said coldly: "That waste is not my disciple!"

Jiang Wuji smiled, with a clear mockery on his lips, and said, "Master Wanfeng, don't be discouraged. The first place in this annual exam must be your Gui Xiaofeng, hahaha..." After saying that, he couldn't help laughing.

Wan Feixun's eyes narrowed, and his face became even colder.

...

boom!

As the year trial on Luogu Peak is in full swing, Yang Que finally broke through some dark cave on Guiwu Peak!

"Agility Realm! I finally broke through to the Agility Realm!"

Regardless of the entanglement of the two girls' snow-white trembling bodies, Yang Que jumped up and shouted excitedly.

"New Year's Examination, junior sister!"

He was dressed, his eyes were like stars and his light was shining brightly.
Chapter completed!