After all the casual cultivators on the stage discussed, the Long family monks gave a light drink. Faced with the power of the foundation-building cultivators, all the casual cultivators fell silent.
"Now let's introduce the details of this ascension event to the two leaders of Yi Yunzong." After saying that, he took two steps back and gave up his position.
Among the visitors from the Yi Yun Sect, the two middle-aged foundation-building monks were both wearing blue robes, while the other disciples, except for the young woman who was wearing plain clothes, were all wearing blue robes. I guess this is the rule of the Yi Yun Sect.
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One of the two foundation-building monks had a yellow face, and the other had a white face. The white-faced monk came out, looked at the casual cultivators around him, smiled slightly, and said: "As you may think, this time it is our Yi Yun Sect who has won this dragon alone."
The quota for the city cultivator in the immortal world. I think you all know the rules. Each of you will contribute your contribution to obtain the qualifications, and then compete.
After our evaluation, those who are passable will be accepted into the sect. If not, then wait for another five years. This sect will only accept ten disciples. You can think about it yourself!" After saying that, he retreated and talked with
The monks from the Long family started talking.
Hearing this, the expressions on the faces of the casual cultivators varied. Some showed determination, obviously wanting to take a chance on these ten spots; some were hesitant, wondering whether they should work hard for several years.
After waiting for half a stick of incense, I glanced around and saw that many casual cultivators had made up their minds. Those monks who did not want to spend their money and accumulate money all retreated from the high platform and stood outside to watch. There were nearly a hundred casual cultivators on the platform.
Determined to give it a try.
Seeing this, the white-faced monk nodded and said loudly: "Since you have already decided, please turn over your contribution over there!"
Suddenly, the lips of the yellow-faced foundation-building monk behind him moved slightly, as if he said something. The white-faced monk standing in front nodded his head inaudibly and said: "The convention cannot be broken. Let me ask first, is there anything wrong?
Are you a casual cultivator in Meng Ling?"
When all the cultivators heard this, no one moved. Yin Xiuxuan didn't understand what he meant and stood still.
The yellow-faced monk in the back then sent a message to the white-faced monk. The white-faced monk sighed slightly, stretched out his hand from his robe, picked up a metaphor, waved it out of thin air, and wrote the word "Yunmeng" in the air, which was full of color.
He shouted: "Yun Meng Ling is here!"
When Yin Xiuxuan saw the word Yunmeng, he felt that it looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before. The white-faced monk uttered the word "appear".
He suddenly felt a wave of spiritual energy gushing out from his storage bag. He was shocked. He waved his hand and took out a black token with the word "Yunmeng" written on it.
After taking a closer look, it turned out to be the same as the two characters in front of the foundation-building monk. When the casual cultivators around him saw the token in Yin Xiuxuan's hand, they all looked envious.
"Hey!" The white-faced monk shouted softly, looking at Yin Xiuxuan from a distance: "Why don't you hand over the Yunmeng Token you have?"
Yin Xiu
Where is Yun Meng Ling!"
Hearing this, the white-faced monk's expression softened slightly, and he nodded to the yellow-faced monk and said, "Junior brother, I understand." Then he turned to Yin Xiuxuan and said, "Hand over Yunmeng Ling, and you won't have to pay any contribution.
!" He said and stretched out his hand.
Yin Xiuxuan listened in a daze, as if the black token in his hand was a good thing. Seeing the Foundation Establishment monk speak, he couldn't resist no matter what, so he stepped forward and handed the token to him respectfully.
The white-faced monk.
The white-faced monk took the Yun Meng Ling with a happy look on his face. He walked to the back and handed it to the yellow-faced monk to read. The yellow-faced monk nodded as if he thought of something. He touched the storage bag on his waist, took out a porcelain bottle, and poured it out.
A crystal yellow pill came and was thrown to Yin Xiuxuan.
Although Yin Xiuxuan didn't know what it was, he didn't dare not to take it. He waved his hand and took it in his hand. A scent of fragrance floated from the pills. After a slight sniff, he felt that his whole body was calm and his blood seemed to be flowing smoothly.
When the white-faced monk saw this scene, his face became a little unhealed, and he said: "Senior brother, why do you have to do this? Isn't it okay if we don't need him to contribute!"
The yellow-faced monk smiled slightly, shook his head and said: "It doesn't have to be like this. At this time, Yunmeng Ling is rare. Being able to recover one can be considered a credit to us. We will give him one of these marrow-cleansing pills as a reward."
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Hearing this, the white-faced monk knew that the matter had come to this and that it was useless to dissuade him. He sighed softly, walked back, and said lightly to Yin Xiuxuan: "This marrow-cleansing pill is an immortal elixir. Use it well. Don't forget today's kindness and strive for it."
Get started, otherwise you will be deprived of this magical elixir."
Although Yin Xiuxuan was a little dissatisfied with the attitude of the white-faced monk, he could not feel a little grateful when he saw such a condescending explanation. After thanking him with a respectful expression, he saw the white-faced monk wave his hand and returned to the retreat.
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Seeing Yin Xiuxuan's return, Tieniu said with envy on his face: "I didn't expect Brother Yin to be a disciple for such a long time. Lao Niu admires him!"
Although Yin Chouyu didn't speak at the side, he nodded to express his thoughts.
Yin Xiuxuan had previously remembered the origin of the Yunmeng Token, but it was obtained in the cave of the former Supreme Elder of the Black Waters. After he got it, he tried many kinds of tests, but there was always no response, so he put it aside and ignored it again.
As for the origin of this token, it is not known whether it was obtained by the Supreme Elder, or whether it was in the hands of his unlucky master, or even in the hands of his predecessor, the Supreme Elder. Yin Xiuxuan did not know at all.
"Brother Tie, what is the origin of Yun Meng Ling, and why does Yi Yunzong pay so much attention to it?"
"What, you don't know the origin of this Yunmeng Ling? Oh, no wonder. No wonder you didn't hand it over just now and almost offended the foundation-building monk." Tieniu suddenly said.
Yin Xiuxuan nodded and said: "I got this Yunmeng Ling by chance. I really don't know how I got it."
Tieniu chuckled and said: "Actually, I don't know how I got this Yunmeng Token, Lao Niu. I just heard that it was something that was uniformly distributed throughout the Yunmeng area many years ago.
At various events over the years, sects have taken back this object, and those who turned it in will receive more or less benefits. At the Ascension to Heaven event, this benefit is particularly obvious. It's not just about not paying any contribution!" He said here.
, Tieniu sells off his skills.
"What is that?" Yin Xiuxuan asked quickly.
Seeing the anxious look on Yin Xiuxuan's face, Tieniu chuckled and said: "You must know that to enter this grand event, you don't have to win a punishment to get entry. You also need to be appreciated by the host. And those who have handed in Yunmeng Ling before, as long as
After winning one match, they will all join the sect."
"Hmm~" Yin Xiuxuan finally nodded his head clearly after hearing this. He knew why those casual cultivators looked envious.