Among the disciples from outside the mountain, none have reached the Lingchi realm. With my current strength, it will not be difficult to obtain a place as a formal disciple next year.
Mu Han's thoughts were racing, his mind quietly returned, and his pace suddenly accelerated.
In this city, it is impossible to fly in the air, and it is not convenient to fully utilize your speed. After a long time, Mu Han arrived at the northern part of Lingwu Holy City. Just to the left of the north gate, stood a majestic palace tens of meters high.
It is the Martial Arts Hall, where all the affairs of Outer Mountain Disciples are handled, including the recruitment of Outer Mountain Disciples.
When he arrived here, Mu Han couldn't help but be surprised. The gate of the martial arts hall was closed, but in the wide square in front of the hall, there were many martial arts monks gathered, totaling five to six hundred people.
After secretly sensing for a moment, Mu Han discovered that most of them were monks in the Life Spring Realm, and there were dozens of monks in the Wanliu Realm, all of whom were below the third level of Wanliu Realm.
With a quick glance, Mu Han found a place in the crowd and sat down cross-legged.
When Mu Han appeared, no one paid much attention to him, but after seeing his actions, many curious eyes immediately turned to him.
What do you call this big brother? After a while, a very thin young man came over to chat with him.
Luo Cheng!
Mu Han said casually.
This was the name of a friend in his previous life. It was better not to use Ling Yi's pseudonym. Mu Han didn't want any more accidents to happen. As he spoke, Mu Han took a look at the young man. He looked about sixteen or seventeen years old and had a baby face.
, but his cultivation has reached the first level of Wanliu.
My name is Tang Huan. The young man moved forward and said with a familiar smile, Brother Luo Cheng, your cultivation level seems to be very high, right?
It was just Wanliu Sixth Heaven. Mu Han smiled. He had not concealed his aura since leaving the Star-Moon Sea. There was no need to hide it when Tang Huan asked.
You have already reached Wanliu Sixth Level. Are you still here to sign up as an outsider disciple of Zhenwu Holy Mountain?
Tang Huan exclaimed, Brother Luo Cheng, you didn't go to the 'Zhenwu Saint Meeting'? With your cultivation level, you can definitely become a formal disciple. Hearing Tang Huan's words, many martial arts monks were sitting cross-legged on the ground around them.
Everyone pricked up their ears. It was really curious that a monk from the sixth level of Wanliu came here.
I'm late!
Mu Han said helplessly. He had been delayed for a while on the road, and as a result, he arrived at Lingwu Holy City now and missed the 'Zhenwu Holy Meeting'. Now that he is here, he can't return without success. I heard that seven people are selected from the outer mountain disciples every year to become
I am a formal disciple, so I came to give it a try.
What a pity.
Tang Huan shook his head, and there were several sighs of regret around him. With Brother Luo Cheng's strength, he will definitely be able to stand out from the outer disciples next year and become a formal disciple.
Tang Huan. Thank you very much for your kind words.
Mu Han smiled slightly and wanted to find out more about the situation. So he chatted with Tang Huan. Although this young man had reached the Wanliu realm, he had no scheming intentions. After a while, he
Everything he knew was poured out.
Only then did Mu Han realize that there are actually two ways for a disciple from outside the mountain to become an official disciple of Zhenwu Holy Mountain. One is to continuously win from the annual selection and enter the top seven; the other is to return to the sect with thousands of streams and gather liquid to form a pool.
Once your cultivation reaches the first level of the spiritual pool, you can become an official disciple immediately.
Of course, both paths must begin with becoming an outsider disciple.
Although one can sign up if their cultivation level exceeds the first level of Mingquan, it is not as easy as Mu Han imagined before to truly become a disciple of the Outer Mountain. First, there will be a dedicated Zhenwu Holy Mountain strongman to test all the applicants.
To ensure that no one has ulterior motives.
After passing the test, you have to pay a high fee to become an outside disciple.
As for the cost, the gold coins circulating in the secular world are useless. It must be Taoist tools, elixirs, herbs and other things that are beneficial to cultivation.
Brother Tang Huan, what are you going to hand over?
A high-quality Taoist artifact.
A high-quality Taoist artifact?
Mu Han's eyes flickered slightly, and he immediately thought of the Killing Sword, but the next moment, Mu Han had already ruled it out. During the Tianzong Martial Arts Tournament, Mu Han had used the Killing Sword. If he handed it over to Zhenwu Holy Mountain, there was no guarantee that it would not be used.
Although the chance of exposing your identity is extremely small, you should not be afraid of 10,000, just be afraid of the eventuality.
The killing sword is not good enough, and it is not convenient to take out the high-grade Taoist tools found from the heart palace of Ji Yunchan and the elders of the Sword God Sect. And after excluding all the existing high-grade Taoist tools, Mu Han's Zixu Divine Palace only has
A few middle-grade Taoist artifacts were not enough for him to become an outsider disciple.
At this time, even Mu Han couldn't help but laugh, wondering if he was being too cautious. However, at such a sensitive moment, it would be better to be tighter.
Mu Han's thoughts moved slightly, and he extracted the few middle-grade Taoist artifacts individually and sensed them carefully in his heart palace. Immediately, a series of patterns appeared in Mu Han's mind. The patterns of these middle-grade Taoist artifacts
The patterns were not complicated, and in an instant, Mu Han had an extremely thorough understanding of these Taoist artifacts.
call!
There was a slight sound in the air, and a long sword suddenly fell into Mu Han's palm.
The sword was three feet long, dark and mottled, like an ordinary piece of rusty iron. But when Mu Han injected a burst of true energy into it, the sword immediately made a low buzzing sound, and a black light exploded from the sword body.
, in an instant, a radius of more than ten meters seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black mist.
A middle-grade Taoist weapon? Tang Huan said in a different voice, and all the eyes around him turned around, quite curious.
Yes, this is what I am going to hand over. Mu Han said with a slight smile, but as soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar around him.
Turn in the middle-grade Taoist weapon? Isn't he afraid that the elders of the Wugong Hall will throw him out?
The monks of Wanliu Sixth Heaven are not so poor, right?
A middle-grade Taoist weapon makes me want to become an outsider's disciple, a daydream.
…
After a brief period of surprise, everyone shook their heads and laughed, some were in disbelief, or some looked sarcastic, and they all spoke out their thoughts without any scruples.
In this Lingwu Holy City, they don't have to worry about offending Mu Han.
Mu Han didn't have any anger at all, and said with a smile: Soon, it will become a high-grade Taoist weapon.
Oh? What... Before Tang Huan finished speaking, his voice suddenly stopped.
laugh!
Amidst the soft sound, Mu Han held the sword in his left hand, and the index finger of his right hand, lingering with a black aura, lightly landed on the sword.
Water attribute mana?
Seeing this scene, Tang Huan immediately opened his mouth wide and exclaimed in shock: Brother Luo Cheng, are you a water channel tattoo master? But when he spoke, all the surrounding sounds disappeared without a trace in an instant, and everyone looked at each other in complete disbelief.
Thinking that this monk from the sixth level of Wanliu still has such an identity.
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