The two left arm in arm like this. Of course, before leaving, Wang Meng still put the manuscript of Pei Yuan Gong into his arms very preciously. For his first magic weapon and first exercise, Wang Meng was very happy.
cherish.
"I won't come home until I get drunk tonight!" Wang Meng roared heroically after seeing the light of day again.
“Celebrating Brother Meng’s release from seclusion!”
"Mao, it's time to celebrate your boy's entry into the Holy Temple Archery Sect. My bow cultivator will have a fat archer!" Wang Meng said with a smile.
Zhang Xiaojiang's parents are not practitioners, but their family background is much better than Wang Meng's. However, this does not prevent the two from becoming best friends. The main reason is that when others bullied the fat boy when they were young, Wang Meng would stand up for him every time. This kind of childhood
Friendship is the most special thing, but Zhang Xiaojiang is fat and has better talent than Wang Meng. He has a natural life mark of level 4, and he is a member of the Arrow Sect who has directly entered the Thunder Light Temple branch. It is said that he has very good eyesight.
Maybe three years later, Zhang Xiaojiang would really be protecting him. Wang Meng felt a little sad, but he soon adjusted to it. It was good that his brother had a future, and he still had time, and hard work could change everything!
When they returned to Lei Guangcheng City that day, Wang Meng and Zhang Xiaojiang were really drunk. The little fat man didn't say much. As a best friend, he knew that Wang Meng had been determined to enter the church since he was a child. He worked harder than anyone else, but
Sometimes fate really likes to play tricks on people. He turned out to be at the fourth level of life scars. If possible, Fatty would really like to switch with Wang Meng.
In the middle of the night, the two of them returned to Zhang Xiaojiang's house, arm in arm. This was a gift from Zhang Xiaojiang's father. It was the fat man's reward for entering the temple. I heard that there were several banquets for the rich.
If there is another practitioner in the family, it will gain more face and status.
In the eyes of ordinary people, the church is first-class, and everything else is inferior.
Almost as soon as he got to bed, the fat man snored loudly. The little fat man was very happy. He felt that the life in front of him was very good. He and Wang Meng secretly watched beautiful women taking a bath, fought together, and were chased all over the street. They were very happy.
When he thought of entering the temple, Wang Meng couldn't do it. The fat man in the dream held his fat little fists and muttered, "Brother Meng, you said that you would lead me to dominate the temple and conquer all the beautiful girls. Woo~,
Hu Jing’s legs are so beautiful, I really want to touch them twice.”
Immediately afterwards, the fat man's saliva soaked the pillow.
Wang Meng kept his eyes open. He couldn't sleep. Tomorrow was the time to decide his fate. In his heart, he never refused to admit defeat.
Early the next morning, the two of them arrived at the Thunder Light Branch of the Holy Church. Looking at the Holy Church disciples dressed in the white clothes characteristic of the Holy Church, Wang Meng felt hot in his eyes.
There were still hundreds of people queuing up outside to wait for the retest. It took a long time. Neither Wang Meng nor Fatty said anything. The atmosphere was too depressing, not just for them, but for everyone.
Looking at the re-examination candidates who came out one after another with their heads lowered, and some even burst into tears on the spot, Fatty became even more anxious. On the contrary, Wang Meng was fine. The more critical the moment, the calmer he became.
Wang Meng thought very clearly and had a clear goal. Even if he couldn't do it this year, he would practice on his own for three years. Anyway, he had Fatty as an insider.
"One hundred and thirty kings."
Wang Meng calmed down his breathing, raised his head and walked in.
Sitting in the room were two elders of the temple, who were obviously of a higher level than those in the first trial, because they all had four golden sword star symbols on their chests. Only those with ten levels of life marks could have such a symbol.
The bearded elder on the left glanced at Wang Meng indifferently and said, "Try giving him a punch."
The level of Wang Meng's second-level life mark is clearly visible in front of such a master.
Wang Meng did not hesitate, walked steadily to the test wall, and slammed his bandaged hands on the test wall. He had tried his best during this period, without any worries or regrets.
The two elders looked at each other with a smile on their faces, "How have you spent this month?"
"Follow the Pei Yuan Gong and practice it repeatedly. I want to enter the Holy Temple Sword Sect!"
The Sword Sect is undoubtedly the pride of the Holy Church.
Wang Meng raised his head, raised his chest, and spoke loudly about his goal. He felt that this was not something to be ashamed of.
Their eyes fell on Wang Meng's bandaged hand.
An elder on the right, who knew it was Gong Xiu from the sharpness of his eyes, asked coldly: "Oh? That's not a small tone. My question is, what is the most important thing in practice?"
"Talent." Wang Meng said crisply.
"Then what talents do you have that you can use?" the bearded elder on the left asked with interest.
The second floor of Fate Mark looks too ordinary in the church and can only be used as a handyman.
"Hold on!" Wang Meng said decisively.
The two examiners looked at each other, Yun Danfeng smiled softly, and the bearded elder waved his hand casually, "You can go."
Wang Meng held his hands tightly, took a deep breath, and bowed. He knew that there was no obvious improvement and it was useless to just shout slogans, but he would definitely come back in three years!
When Wang Meng was about to go out, the bearded elder suddenly said, "Boy, don't forget to report to the Sword Sect in three days."
Wang Meng's body suddenly froze, he turned around in disbelief, opened his mouth, and pointed at himself. He felt that it was normal for him to be eliminated. After all, he had mastered the technique and practiced hard for a month without making any progress.
Another Arrow Sect elder waved his hand impatiently, "Don't block the way, there are many people behind you."
"Jian Zong, here I come!!!!"
Wang Meng roared and rushed out. There were many people waiting outside. Looking at Wang Meng who was in high spirits, various expressions appeared on his face, including envy, jealousy, anxiety and worry...
The fat man was circling around the door. He was even more nervous than Wang Meng. His back was already soaked. Before he could react, he was pulled flying by Wang Meng.
"Jian, Jian Zong, really entered???" The fat man was still a little relieved, as if he was in a dream.
"Brother, if you don't join, you can only join the Sword Sect!" Wang Meng made a cool pose.
Before he finished the show, he was carried by the little fat man, "Damn, Brother Meng, I admire you even more. You can enter the Sword Sect on the second level of Life Mark, and a sow can climb a tree!"
Zhang Xiaopang immediately felt a chestnut on his forehead, "Damn it, you always thought there was no hope for me."
"Ahem, no, did you accidentally let it slip? Brother Meng, we are brothers. Let's face it, what benefits did the two elders receive from you? Is it a beauty? No, even a beauty should be impossible.
I have a crush on you."
"Damn, Fatty Zhang, you've become more capable in the Arrow Sect. Don't run away. Today I'm going to help you loosen your bones and lose weight. Stop and run!"
The two brothers ran away quickly amid the envy, jealousy and hatred of everyone.
Throughout the day, there were only a few people who passed the re-examination, and they were all from relatively biased sects. It cannot be said that those who entered the Sword Sect in the re-examination were rare.
The bearded man is an elder of the Sword Sect, named Xu Huang. Looking at the punch left by Wang Meng on the test wall, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh: "It turns out that there are such fools in the world."
"Practice is what fools do."
Elder Fu Zong smiled and said, "But you are quite capable. If you allow a second-level Life Mark to enter the Sword Sect in the re-examination, some people will inevitably say that you are trying to impress others."
"Tsk, what do I care?" Xu Huang said nonchalantly.
The world is unkind and regards all things as rotten dogs. Cultivation is essentially a matter of defying nature and gaining strength and longevity. Who would do this unless he is a "fool"?
The Yuan Pei Gong was not used to improve the level of the life mark. It was used to enhance the stability of the life mark and also enhance the output of Yuan Power. However, Wang Meng was focused on the level and did not pay attention.
(Collection, recommendation, click, none of them can be missing, this is also a kind of persistence!!!)