Today, the streets of Beiling City are bustling with people and are extremely lively. Countless cultivators come from all directions to witness the moment when the Beidao Shrine accepts disciples. After all, the Beidao Shrine accepts disciples only once a year. If you miss it this time, you must
Wait until next year.
"Get away! Get away, everyone!"
On the main street, two silver-white bloodthirsty tigers were roaring and moving forward, their sharp teeth exposed between their lips and teeth, exuding bursts of cold air, and their ferocious eyes scanned the surroundings.
Two bloodthirsty tigers were pulling two ropes on their backs, dragging a car behind them. On the car, a man in a gray robe was holding a long whip and scolding people around the street with a venomous face.
common people.
"The bloodthirsty tiger? He's from the Zhao family. Could it be the third young master of the Zhao family?"
"My dear...when did the bloodthirsty tiger have such a good temper? Since he is pulling a cart for others."
"These two bloodthirsty tigers were bought by the Zhao family from the Cui family. When they were first bought, they were just two unweaned cubs. Unexpectedly, they were actually fed by the Zhao family."
"He should also be here to participate in the selection of disciples of Beidao Shrine, right?"
"Today is the last day, these big families can't sit still,"
"It's a pity that Cui Tinghao is dead and Qin Chang'an is also dead. Otherwise, today might not be so lively."
The surrounding casual cultivators and common people stood on the side of the street, looking at the spectacle of the tiger pulling the cart in front of them, and they all clicked their tongues. Only the three major families in Beiling City had this background.
A casual cultivator smashed his mouth, shook his head, and a trace of regret flashed across his face. The Zhao family was the only one of the three young geniuses in Beiling City.
The Qin family and the Cui family have been fighting openly and secretly for so long, but now they have taken advantage of the Zhao family.
"Brother, let me ask you something, is Qin Changan dead?"
Next to the casual cultivator, a man in black clothes and a bamboo hat stretched out his hand, lowered the brim of his hat slightly, and asked in a hoarse voice.
"Dead, died deep in the Youlang Mountains."
The casual cultivator looked back at him and raised his eyebrows slightly. Why is this guy dressed like this and pretending to be a hero?
But he didn't think too much, after all, too many people entered Beiling City these days.
"How did you know he was dead? Did you see the body?"
"The Cui family spread the news that in order to kill him, the Cui family also lost a Xiantian realm expert."
The man in black no longer asked after hearing this, but pulled up the brim of his hat, slowly retreated towards the back of the crowd, and turned into a quiet alleyway behind him.
"The Cui family? You really dare to say it. If I appeared in front of them, the expressions on their faces would definitely be very beautiful."
The man in black was Qin Chang'an who came back from the Youlang Mountains. After quietly sneaking out from the bottom of Hantan, he went straight to Beiling City and finally rushed back to Beiling City today.
As soon as he entered the city, he heard that he was dead.
He couldn't wait to see the expressions of the Cui family guys when they saw him standing in front of them.
Qin Changan walked through several streets and arrived at the central square of the city. A high platform and altar had been set up here, and in the center of the altar stood a seven-meter-long golden stone pillar.
On the high platform, there were seven chairs, one for the host, and three guest seats on both sides. Qin Changan looked at it, Qin Jianghuai, Cui Shiya and Chen Wuwei were all sitting there. In addition to them, there were also members of the Zhao family.
The owner of the family, Zhao Changyi.
"Situ Kang?"
At the main seat was a middle-aged man with a bloated figure and a gold silk dress. He held a feather fan in his hand and gently fanned it. His fat face was full of smiles, and he did not look dignified at all.
But something strange flashed across Qin Changan's eyes. The city lord Situ Kang looked harmless to humans and animals, but he suppressed the three major families for decades. With this ability, he was definitely not what he seemed.
Such waste.
To the left and right of Situ Kang, there were two old men in white robes sitting at the front. The old man had an immortal spirit, lightly twirled his long beard, and looked at the altar in the field with interest.
Behind the two old men stood disciples wearing blue robes and carrying long swords on their backs.
"Look, Zhao Ziling is up."
"I wonder what bloodline he has and whether he can be accepted as a disciple by Beidao Shrine."
"Zhao Ziling is known as one of the three young geniuses in Beiling City. He has shown extraordinary talent since he was a child. Entering the Beidao Shrine will definitely not be a problem. It depends on whether he is an outer disciple or an inner disciple."
"The fourth-grade bloodline is the outer disciple, the fifth-grade bloodline is the inner disciple, and the sixth-grade bloodline is passed down from the elders. Do you think it is possible that he is the sixth-grade bloodline..."
A casual cultivator looked at the figure gradually walking up to the altar and said in a deep voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of several people nearby fell on him, with a strange look in their eyes. If Zhao Ziling really awakened the sixth-grade bloodline, wouldn't the Zhao family be dissatisfied with the city beating gongs and drums to publicize it?
How could it be possible that the two dead people from the Qin family and the Cui family had occupied the limelight for so many years.
On the altar, Zhao Ziling walked slowly to the golden stone pillar, with a chuckle on his lips. He turned a deaf ear to the comments around him, cut his right hand, and slowly pressed it on the stone pillar.
Qin Changan is dead, and so is Cui Tinghao. No one in the entire Beiling City is more talented than him. He will be the absolute number one genius among the younger generation in Beiling City, and the Zhao family will also be grateful for his talent.
existence, and its status in Beiling City has changed.
Buzz buzz!!
As the blood flowed through the lines of the stone pillar, a golden light lit up at the bottom of the stone pillar, and then slowly rose up.
The first quarter lights up... the second quarter lights up... the fifth quarter lights up...
In just the blink of an eye, the fifth section stone pillar shone with bright golden light, shining in all directions, causing many exclamations. Although there were many people testing in the past few days, only a few people reached the fifth section.
"good!"
The seventh elder of Beidao Shrine sitting above looked at this scene, the smile on his face became stronger and he nodded with satisfaction.
Zhao Changyi also had a smile on his face, but he did not take his eyes away. Instead, he still focused on the golden stone pillars, with a trace of expectation in his eyes.
Buzz!!
The next moment, the sixth section on the stone pillar slowly emerged with little golden light. It was like light spots all over the sixth section of the stone pillar. Although the light was much lighter than that of the fifth section, it finally lit up the sixth section of the stone pillar.
Six sections.
"Sixth grade bloodline?"
"Is it really the sixth grade? The Zhao family is in great trouble now..."
"Since Zhao Ziling is of the sixth grade bloodline? No wonder he has hardly appeared in Beiling City in recent years. He must have been closely protected by the Zhao family."
"The Qin family and the Cui family are fighting for nothing. The structure of Beiling City is about to change."
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Not only the casual cultivators around him, but also the thirteen elders on the high platform suddenly stood up, their eyes fixed on the sixth section of the golden stone pillar.
"That's right, it's a sixth-grade bloodline. Hahaha, I never thought that a sixth-grade spiritual vein could be born in this remote border town."
The expression of the thirteenth elder was slightly excited. The sixth-grade bloodline is not just as simple as being able to apprentice with the elders. It is also the backbone of the future of the shrine and plays a decisive role within the shrine.
"Master Zhao, congratulations. Young Master Ling is so talented and will achieve great things in the future."
The seventh elder raised his wine glass towards Zhao Changyi. Looking at Zhao Ziling below, his thoughts were gradually changing. Sixth-grade disciples can choose an elder to become their disciple. However, due to some special reasons, he still does not have a sixth-grade bloodline under his knees.
's disciple.
"Hahaha, it's not surprising that the brat has this talent. In the future, he will have to rely on the two elders to take care of him in the palace. Only when his talent is converted into strength will he be truly happy."
Zhao Changyi laughed and nodded. Although his tone was humble, he could not hide the pride in his eyes. He raised his glass to signal to the seventh elder, then drank it down in one gulp and laughed heartily.
"Brother Qin, Brother Cui, I also tried to persuade you two to deal with the matter, but I didn't expect that it would develop into the worst result in the end."
Zhao Changyi looked towards the Qin family and Cui family and raised his glass gently.
Qin Jianghuai and Cui Shiya had dark faces, squeezed out a smile and congratulated Zhao Changyi, and looked at the figure below with a gloomy look.
Cui Shiya, in particular, looked at Qin Jianghuai with murderous intent in his eyes. If this guy hadn't misrepresented the news, how could Cui Tinghao have been caught at the scene of life and death? If he hadn't been caught, he wouldn't have died.
If Cui Tinghao doesn't die, it won't be Zhao Changyi's turn to be here and act strangely.
After having Zhao Ziling, the next disciple tests seemed to lose their appeal. Most of them were of fourth-grade bloodline, and only one fifth-grade bloodline appeared on the stage in the whole afternoon.
After another casual cultivator of the fourth grade bloodline left the scene, a black-robed figure rushed out ahead of everyone else and walked towards the altar. His speed was not fast, and the crisp sound of footsteps echoed around.
On the high platform, Qin Jianghuai and Cui Shiya frowned at the same time, staring at the black-robed figure. They both felt a hint of familiarity from this guy, but for a while they couldn't tell who he was.
Ta-ta!
Qin Chang'an walked to the golden stone pillar, looked at the golden stone pillar in front of him, then looked up at the high platform, with a slight arc in the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand to slowly lift the bamboo hat on his head, and grinned with his teeth.
"Cui Shiya, I heard that you go around telling people that I'm dead?"