After flying for about ten minutes, a magnificent fairy mountain suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Among the hazy clouds and mist, there were palaces glowing with white light. Here were the best cultivation methods and the most powerful techniques in the entire Xiaoqian World.
The blood of the young people began to boil. This is the holy church. This is the largest holy church in the world of spiritual practice!
Of course, this is their home, too, and they have to fight for it.
The flying boat flew at high speed and slowed down as it approached the temple. In the hand of the bearded Xu Huang, there was a dark golden long sword with a dragon pattern painted on the sword body, and the long sword was thrown out.
——Flying with a sword!
Although there is a bit of a gap between Xu Huang and Wang Meng's image of a swordsman, Xu Huang, who flies with a sword, is still full of the unique chicness of a swordsman.
Sword cultivation is known as the first major cultivation, it is not just a boast.
At this moment, a young man suddenly appeared in the air. There was a suspended red Falun at his feet. He had an arrogant expression and did not bow to Xu Huang. He also had the symbol of four golden swords on his body.
"Xu Huang, there is a mountain guarding formation in front of us, so we can stop here." Fu Xiu, who was so handsome that he was a little bit devilish, had no intention of giving Xu Huang any face.
Xu Huang frowned slightly, "Ma Wanliang, new disciple Guanshan, this is a compulsory path, what do you mean by blocking here?"
"Xu Huang, you have wandered around and seen everything you should see. These rookies are not qualified to enter the mountain. I am guarding the mountain today. If you are not convinced, you can go and tell my master, don't be nagging here."
Ma Wanliang stood with his hands behind his hands and glanced across the flying boat. When he saw Zhao Ya, there was a hint of lust in his eyes. He glanced at Hu Jing behind Zhao Ya and showed a hint of surprise. He didn't expect that there was someone in this group of people.
Such stunning stuff.
"Junior Brother Ma, it is the first time for these new disciples to pay homage to the Holy Temple. To make it easier, just open the fog and let them have a look."
Zhao Ya said with a slight smile.
Ma Wanliang's attitude towards Zhao Ya was completely different, "Senior Sister Zhao should comply when she speaks."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hands and revealed a spiritual talisman. The fog that shrouded the holy mountain gradually dissipated, and then the majestic and miraculous temple appeared.
The Holy Mountain where the Holy Temple is located is one of the most famous mountains in the Small Thousand World. It is rich in vitality and is of great benefit to practitioners. Of course, if it were not for the strength of the Holy Temple, ordinary forces would not be able to possess it. Although they have experienced many battles,
The foundation of the church has never been shaken. Over the past thousands of years, the disciples of the church have worked hard to build the majestic and inviolable church now.
This is the wonder of the small world.
Wang Meng stared at the high church. Just by looking at it, he felt a rush of courage in his heart. One day he would let everyone there know about him!
Ma Wanliang's generosity was quite limited, and soon the church was shrouded in fog again. "Senior Sister Zhao, when you return to the church, remember to inform me that I have obtained a century-old rejuvenation grass. I have some questions about alchemy that I would like to ask Senior Sister."
Hearing this, Zhao Ya couldn't help but nodded, and Ma Wanliang smiled and disappeared into the mist.
Although practitioners can prolong their lives, time is like a butcher's knife and will still take away their appearance. For female practitioners, they will try their best to maintain their beauty. Rejuvenation grass is one of the fairy grasses and an important material for refining rejuvenation pills.
The flying boat turned around, left the Holy Mountain, and flew downwards. Only then did everyone on the flying boat realize that they were not qualified to enter the holy church.
"Junior sister Zhao, this guy is not a good guy. You'd better be careful." Xu Huang returned to his position with his sword and reminded him that the rejuvenation grass is obviously a drunkard who doesn't care about drinking.
"He is Uncle Ma's precious nephew. He is spoiled rotten. Why should everyone be familiar with him?"
Zhao Ya was very indifferent, "Alright, all disciples will gather in the center. I'm going to speed up. Our destination is the Thunder Light Branch of the Holy Church, which is also where you will practice in the future."
Xu Huang, who returned to the flying boat, glanced at Wang Meng, who was staring straight at the Holy Mountain, "Boy, go in a little bit, the flying boat will accelerate in a moment, throw it out, and you will really die in the temple."
Wang Meng clenched his fist and moved in step by step. Xu Huang frowned and suddenly caught a glimpse of the sweat on Wang Meng's forehead. He was stunned and couldn't help but shake his head.
He has naturally seen this situation before. He is afraid of heights. Very few cultivators will suffer from this situation. But for a sword cultivator, this is undoubtedly fatal. He may actually make a mistake on a whim.
The flying boat whined and glowed with white light, swooping down towards the north of the holy mountain. The four elders stood at the bow of the boat, facing the wind proudly, while the rookies behind them were on their backs and exclaimed again and again.
Wang Meng gritted his teeth and adjusted his center of gravity. This acceleration was like a shock to him.
By the time everyone reacted, the flying boat had landed on a hill not far from the Holy Mountain. On the cliff were engraved four large golden characters for the Thunder Light Branch.
Dozens of disciples were already standing in the square at the entrance, shouting in unison, "Welcome the elder to return!"
The four elders looked at a group of dizzy new disciples. Most of them were made to feel sick by the extremely fast flight. The few who could stand still looked pale.
Wang Bodang glanced at the crowd, and a thunderous voice sounded, "From today on, you will start practicing in the Lei Guang Hall, but only those who pass the entrance test are qualified to become disciples of the Holy Hall."
This undoubtedly shocked the new disciples. They thought they could start their spiritual practice smoothly, but they did not expect that there would be a test.
Wan Jing glanced at everyone coldly, "Last year we recruited fifty people, but only twenty stayed. The year before last, we recruited sixty people, and only eighteen stayed. This year, although there are many people, how many can stay?"
Immediately, everyone was scared to death. It would be a shame to be eliminated. All dreams and hopes came to an abrupt end.
"Zhao Guang, your senior brother. If you encounter problems, you can ask him or other senior brothers for advice. Now distribute the talismans. Your residence tasks are all in them."
While speaking, Zhao Ya had a stack of talismans in her left hand, and opened the orchid seal with her right hand, and the talismans flew out one after another like fleeting images.
As soon as Wang Meng got it, a bunch of information poured into his mind.
Wang Meng Bingshe——Fifty-sixth, sword cultivator, third generation disciple of Lei Guangtang.
Followed by the rules of the temple, all disciples of the temple must follow them, respect their teachers, and as holy cultivators, they can learn from each other, but they must not hurt the lives of their fellow disciples, etc.
Introductory task: reclaim an acre of spiritual land.
The following are all requirements on how to cultivate spiritual fields. There is no tuition fee in the temple, but the master teaches the skills. As disciples, they must do their best to serve. With their abilities, they can only do such chores, but they did not expect that even becoming a handyman would be a test.
In terms of practice, his talisman only contained the Pei Yuan Gong and a lighting technique for walking at night, which meant that he still had one month left to practice Pei Yuan Gong.
Everyone has different expressions, obviously their talismans are different and their tasks are also different.
As soon as he finished speaking, the four elders disappeared, and the other disciples also relaxed and dispersed.
Zhao Guang walked in front of everyone, "I am Zhao Guang, a third-generation disciple of Lei Guang, and the future senior brother of those who have passed the test. This month, you will act according to the contents of the talisman and strictly abide by the laws and regulations of Lei Guang Hall. Anyone who violates will be severely punished."
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"Senior Brother Zhao, I have a question. Should we all practice by ourselves this month?"
"Yeah, I only have the Pei Yuan Gong here, what's the use of it?"
"Elder brother, where is Luanlong Mountain? What about my mission..."
Some third-generation disciples who had not dispersed behind Zhao Guang couldn't help but laugh. Zhao Guang smiled slightly and said, "Could it be that you want me to complete the task for you? Disperse."
After saying that, he ignored everyone and left surrounded by a group of third-generation disciples.
"A bunch of blind idiots." A third-generation disciple said with a smile, looking at everyone as if they were animals.
A group of novice practitioners were completely dumbfounded. This was completely different from what they thought. All the familiar people gathered together.