According to records in ancient books of other clans, if casual cultivators want to be recognized by the certification guild, they must pass the illusion test set by the Xuan Miao Sect.
"Could it be that this time, the Xuanmiao Gate didn't set up a magic array?"
Song Rentou was confused.
"roll!"
Qin Nan felt depressed.
However, out of the corner of his eye, he still caught the purple token in Song Ren's pitcher, which was the size of a palm, with the word "hidden" on the top.
"Who is this guy?"
Qin Nan secretly speculated, but was too embarrassed to ask directly.
Next to the counter.
The old man in green had a facial expression from beginning to end, as if everything that happened here had nothing to do with him.
He skillfully verified the tokens of each monk in front of him, and then his palms glowed, carving a mark on each token.
"Xuantian Sect, Zhou Jiansheng."
The fat man in front had a mean smile on his face, but he couldn't help but glance at the young man in green clothes from the corner of his eye.
Inside the counter.
The young man in green carries two swords on his back.
He was very handsome and fair-skinned. If they hadn't looked carefully, many people would have thought he was a female monk.
The fat man stared at the young man in green with all his eyes naked.
"Xuan Tianling, is that old ghost Xian Xingdao still there?"
The old man in green clothes stared at Zhou Jiansheng.
Zhou Jiansheng quickly lowered his head as if there was a light on his back.
Just one look from the other party almost made him lose his mind.
He did not dare to offend and said urgently:
"Senior, the founder of Xian Xingdao died thirty years ago. Now in the entire sect, only my master, my junior brother, and I are left."
"Nirvana? Three masters and disciples?"
The old man in green looked startled, then snorted coldly.
"Xuan Tian Sect, one quota, plus two competitive quotas."
A purple vein and two white veins appeared on Zhou Jiansheng's left chest.
Purple represents having a participating spot, while white stripes represent competing spots.
"Thank you, senior!"
Zhou Jiansheng was ecstatic.
The old man in green directly gave him a place to compete.
As for the other two competitive places, he needs to go to Zhantian Pavilion and participate in the competitive rankings to have a chance to get them.
"Next."
The young man in green clothes shouted from the side.
"Wantong Pavilion Five Peaks, Feng Yu."
"The way of the world, Fengling Palace, Feng Yue'er."
The two of them authenticated in turn.
Coincidentally, both of them also received one entry quota and two to ten competition quotas.
Directly certified participation quotas allow them to directly have the right to participate, but additional competition quotas require each sect to send people to Zhantian Pavilion to compete.
"Senior, this is mine...".
Song Rentou was also ranked in front of Qin Nan.
He carefully handed the token to the old man in green, but his eyes were looking left and right, as if he was afraid that others would see him.
"Yin...you are his descendant!"
After the old man in green saw it, he stood up directly.
"Please help me, senior!"
Song Rentou's eyes suddenly became wet.
He is a Mortal Realm monk with a stable Taoist heart. At this moment, his emotions are bursting out like a mountain torrent, out of control.
"Don't worry, with the Xuan Miao Sect here, people in your branch will never lose their bloodline inheritance."
The eyes of the old man in green were sparkling with stars, as if he were buried in a sea of stars.
"I have made the decision and will give you three places. You can arrange the extra places freely."
"Thank you, senior!"
Song Rentou knelt down directly in front of everyone.
Qin Nan looked stunned.
He was behind Song Rentou, but he couldn't see anything happening inside the counter.
Therefore, no one could see clearly what the token in Song Ren's pitcher was!
"Three entries! Now, this person is really prosperous."
"Brother, how about selling it to the next quota? I'm willing to give you one billion of the best spiritual stones!"
"Go away, you dare to show off here with only one billion! Brother, I am willing to pay tens of billions of spiritual stones to buy a place in the competition, how about it?"
…
As soon as Song Rentou went out, he was surrounded by a group of people.
Zhou Jiansheng and Lao Niu were also among them.
"In the middle stage of the Infant Transformation Realm, the law of swordsmanship is one in 100,000. The sword intention is pretty good, and the law and body practitioners are a good seedling."
The old man in green looked at Qin Nan's body carefully, as if he were peering into a treasure.
"Three competing spots!"
The voice of the old man from Xuanmiao Sect fell.
Qin Nan was sent away by a majestic force.
"Master, I am willing to give you a place in the competition."
Song Rentou escaped from the crowd.
"Need not!"
Qin Nan refused directly.
In cultivating the great road, if you don't advance, you will retreat. You must not blindly choose to follow the step by step.
"Let's go! Head to Zhantian Pavilion!"
"Master, you...".
Song Rentou had no choice but to step forward quickly and lead the way.
Feng Yu, Feng Yu'er, Feng Chuisheng, Nie Hongchen, Zhou Jiansheng and Lao Niu were all following closely behind.
After everyone left.
A long human-shaped dragon gathered in front of the inn again.
Shendu City, southwest border, Zhantian Pavilion.
"Here's the order, no one is allowed to stay here at will!"
In Zhantian Pavilion, the aura is solemn and powerful.
After Qin Nan and his party entered, they were immediately shocked by the sight in front of them.
Directly under your feet is a cliff of ten thousand feet.
In the center of the cliff, there is a majestic bluestone battle platform covering an area of dozens of miles.
The fighting platform is surrounded by countless bluestone tables and chairs.
"What a strong blood-killing aura!"
As everyone filed in, they could feel the murderous atmosphere in the air.
"Everyone, the sequence station has been opened. A hundred battles are the best. Let us wait and see."
A heavy voice fell.
Suddenly, the heaven and earth trembled.
On the battle platform, drums beat and vibrate, matching the rhythm.
"The first game, Seven Star Sect, Meng Hu versus Tianyi Sect Wang Ao."
Following this voice.
Two figures rushed directly into the battle platform from the stone platforms on the left and right sides.
"Poria Sword, kill!"
"Changlong Fist!"
…
The two figures collided hard together, shaking like thunder.
"Master, all forces will send monks with a bone age of under fifty to compete for places in the competition. From this, it can be inferred that these people will definitely work hard with their cultivation. But their cultivation should not exceed that of the
The peak of the late mortal realm.”
Song Rentou followed Qin Nan closely, transmitting the message secretly.
"In that case, I won't wait any longer!"
A sneer appeared at the corner of Qin Nan's mouth, and he jumped up. The sword light flashed in his palm, and he spread out his huge palm to hold up the sky. Thousands of sword energy flew into the air, directly forcing the two people on the platform to separate.
"Who attacked me secretly!"
Their hearts were beating wildly.
"It's me, casual cultivator, Qin Nan!"
Qin Nan stepped into the air and landed, his voice loud and clear, like thunder.
"A kid from the Huaying Realm dares to talk nonsense here! You will die!"
One of them showed dissatisfaction and went straight to kill Qin Nan.
"Feel the power of the physical body today!"
Qin Nan's fighting spirit boiled.
He swung his fists and knocked the two of them away.
"Boy, how dare you break the rules of Zhantian Pavilion!"
Some people were angry and roared.
"Pavilion Master, kill him!"
"Yes, we must not let him show off his power here!"
…
People around me are full of sarcastic and envious comments.
Qin Nan kicked the two people on the battlefield away one after another, stood with his hands tied, and looked around, his eyes fierce and majestic.
"You can come on as many people as you want."
"You can do whatever you want, I'm invincible!"
…
Qin Nan provoked everyone and invited the heroes to fight.