The top-grade spiritual roots are Wang Hui, Wang Xuefei and Qianyu.
The middle-grade spiritual roots are Danlei, Wutian, Jianghong, and the lower-grade spiritual roots are Lu Fei, Zhang Yuan, Li Ping, Zhao Fang, and Liu Buqi.
The middle-aged monk began to speak to the eleven people. "You have all passed the test and will be disciples of this sect in the future. However, your spiritual roots are different, and your future achievements will also be very different. Those with high-grade spiritual roots will be accepted by the sect." The elders accept them as disciples. Those with medium-grade spiritual roots will practice with the Golden Core monks of the sect. Those with low-grade spiritual roots will have limited future achievements due to their poor spiritual roots. As ordinary disciples of the sect, each person can obtain the cultivation techniques of the sect. To practice, you will receive 10 low-grade spiritual stones every year, but you must choose to be a handyman in the door. Those with low-grade spiritual roots do not need to be discouraged. After reaching the Qi training stage, you can have a life span of at least 120 years, which is several decades longer than ordinary people. Not bad." The middle-aged monks came one by one.
Lu Fei's heart grew colder as he listened. Why was he so unlucky? His spiritual root was actually a low-grade spiritual root. His face became increasingly uglier.
The middle-aged monk seemed to have noticed Lu Fei's expression and coughed slightly, "Those with low-grade spiritual roots also have a chance. Our sect holds an intra-sect skill competition every five years. Ordinary disciples who are shortlisted for the top three can also do it as long as they are willing." Selected as a disciple by a senior in the Jindan stage...
When Lu Fei heard this, he seemed to see hope and let out a sigh of relief.
"Wang Yun, take the six of them to see the elders and let them choose." The middle-aged monk said to a handsome male monk.
"Yes, master." The middle-aged monk respectfully took the six people away. Wang Hui nodded slightly to Lu Fei without any expression.
The handymen are divided into four types: the Spiritual Beast Courtyard, the Patrol Courtyard, the Herb Courtyard and the Alchemy Room. They can choose according to their wishes. Lu Fei thought about it and chose the Alchemy Room. Lu Fei felt that the elixir seemed to be very important, because it looked like Ancestor Hunyuan was able to recover after taking the medicine, which shows the magical effect of the elixir on people.
In this way, several people were assigned. Lu Fei walked out of the yard and saw this senior brother flashing his hand and a bright sword flashing out.
It's a good sword. Lu Fei knew it was something extraordinary at first sight, and it had a vague sense of agility.
"Come up, I will take you to see Senior Brother Fang."
"Yes, senior," Lu Fei replied.
The two of them flew to the mountain next to Nebula Peak with their swords. Lu Fei, who was standing on the sword, was extremely excited. He thought about when he would be able to wield a sword, and he would really become an immortal by then.
"Senior, I wonder what your cultivation level is?" Lu Fei asked timidly.
"In the early stage of foundation building, stop talking nonsense, it's almost here..." The middle-aged monk ignored Lu Fei.
Lu Fei has a low-grade spiritual root and has no qualifications to speak at all. It is difficult for his cultivation to reach the foundation building stage. He can only be his junior, and of course he will not look good on him. In the world of cultivation, the strong are respected, even if you are much younger than the other person. , as long as your cultivation level is high, the other party will respectfully call you senior.
Arriving at a row of stone houses, Lu Fei got off his sword and stood still. "Is Senior Brother Fang here?" the middle-aged monk asked the boy in front of the door in a kind manner, "It turns out to be Senior Uncle Zhong. Master is here. I "Go call me now," the boy replied respectfully, and walked towards the stone room in a hurry. "Junior brother Zhong, what kind of wind has brought you here, haha" came out an old man, who looked to be over fifty years old, with thin eyebrows. Small eyes, a few sparse beards, "I'm here to bring you a boy, a low-grade spiritual root, you just have to look at the arrangements." The monk surnamed Zhong didn't even look at Lu Fei, and seemed to be very disdainful. "Thank you very much. Junior brother, I am also short of manpower here." "You haven't seen Senior Fang yet, what are you doing in the cold?"..." "Yes, Senior Zhong, I have seen Senior Fang." Lu Fei knelt down and saluted. " Well, get up. From now on, you will be my registered disciple. My master’s name is Fang Wuji. Have you written it down?” “Disciple, I have written it down. Disciple pays homage to the master.” Lu Fei said and bowed again.