"Senior Brother Zhang, this is the latest group of monks who have signed up for the defense mission of Haozhang Seventy-Two Liancheng. There are a total of twenty-five true immortals, thirteen of whom are from the righteous sects, and the other twelve are all casual cultivators. Please check it out.
Their identities.”
The first person to walk up the top platform of the mountain walked over and reported to Zhang Ling respectfully.
Zhang Ling nodded slightly, then looked at the twenty-five applicants.
"Senior Brother Zhang."
"Fellow Daoist Zhang."
In addition to Chen Xuan, the other twenty-four people took the initiative to say hello to Zhang Ling.
After all, he is a hero who ranks 77th on the list of the younger generation of geniuses. Zhang Ling has made a big reputation in the past 20 or 30 years and is highly respected by his peers.
"Thirteen fellow Taoists from the righteous sect, please show the tokens of the sect."
Zhang Ling was quite polite to the true immortals who were also from the sect.
Thirteen people walked up to Zhang Ling and took turns showing the token representing the logo of their own sect.
Zhang Ling carefully checked it one by one, confirmed that there was no problem and said to the thirteen people: "All fellow Taoists are welcome to join the city defense army."
Thirteen people looked at each other, their faces showed joy, and then stood behind Zhang Ling very consciously.
Then Zhang Ling looked at the twelve casual cultivators, including Chen Xuan, but he was not so polite: "Haozhang Seventy-Two Liancheng is an extremely important pass. Our righteous alliance does not want the city defense army.
The evil evil-sick little girl is mixed in, so the requirements for verifying your identity as a casual cultivator will be more stringent. If you can't accept it, leave now."
As soon as this statement was made, no one of the eleven casual cultivators except Chen Xuan was shaken and they all planned to stay.
Zhang Ling waited for a while, but saw that no one gave up, so he asked a disciple of the Lingjing Sect to take out a small and exquisite jade carved Pixiu head.
"Each of you drops a drop of essence and blood into the mouth of this Pixiu's head. This evil-proof spirit can judge whether you are related to the evil path through your essence and blood."
After hearing what Zhang Ling said, the eleven casual cultivators were a little surprised.
"What?
Do we want to lose a drop of essence and blood?"
"If I have to lose a drop of essence and blood, I'd better quit."
Soon a casual cultivator chose to give up and turned around and left.
The remaining ten people were still hesitating, but one of them said nothing, leaving with a gloomy face. It was probably an evil cultivator who planned to take advantage of the troubled waters.
"Catch him!"
Zhang Ling shouted softly, and immediately two disciples of the Lingjing Sect stopped the dark-faced wandering cultivator.
The man was furious: "What?
Do you suspect I am an evil cultivator?”
"Before you prove your innocence, stay here. If you have no ghost in your heart, why do you leave?"
Zhang Ling's questioning was very domineering.
The casual cultivator looked angry and pointed at the monk who had just left: "Then how could he leave?"
"Haha, my eyes can still tell the difference between you two."
Zhang Ling said, waved his hand and signaled the two junior brothers to take away the possible problematic cultivator.
This man resisted a little and knew that he could not escape, so he had to grit his teeth in disappointment.
Chen Xuan looked at the scene and looked like he was not concerned. He was not here to sign up to join the city defense force.
"Okay, you ten of you take turns dripping blood into the mouth of Pixiu's head. Move quickly, and the heavy responsibility of city defense cannot be delayed at all."
Zhang Ling's tone was serious and asked a disciple to take the jade Pixiu head to the registered cultivators.
The nine casual cultivators dripped in the essence and blood. After absorbing the essence and blood, the jade Pixiu head actually came alive and kept smashing his mouth, as if he was very enjoyable.
Seeing this spiritual object so strange, the nine cultivators were a little nervous.
Fortunately, Zhang Ling didn't say anything, which proves that they passed the test.
Finally, it was Chen Xuan's turn. The disciple holding the Pixiu head asked impatiently: "What are you still hesitating about?"
"I would like to ask if the formation you set up outside the city can sense every evil cultivator entering and leaving the city?"
Chen Xuan did not sacrifice his essence and blood, but stared at Zhang Ling and asked questions.
"Why are you asking about this?
This is the city defense army secret.”
Zhang Ling's eyes were half-closed, and his eyes were a little terrifying.
Chen Xuan responded bluntly: "I want to borrow your defensive formation to find the specific location of the Ghost Martial Immortal Youzhong in the Ghost Sect."
"oh?"
Zhang Ling was slightly surprised and thought to himself that this young man, who is both righteous and evil, has also become a grudge with You Zhong?
Chen Xuan then expressed his request: "I want your big formation to launch a sweeping power, and the reward is not a problem."
The rewards Chen Xuan received from the Martial Fighting Tower were not spent on, but now it is just right here.
But obviously Zhang Ling would not agree easily.
"Don't forget that you are just a casual cultivator and are not qualified to require us to launch a large array to scan the power, and you cannot afford the manpower and material resources that need to be consumed for a large array to be operated."
As a famous genius, Zhang Ling naturally looked down on a true immortal-level cultivator.
Chen Xuan knew that Zhang Ling would say this. He didn't want to cause trouble at first, but now it seems inevitable: "During the war, all the sects of righteousness must wait for the dispatch of the four top immortal sects. I am the evil emperor, the head of the Yaoguang Sword Sect.
Chen Xuan, are you qualified to require you to run the formation?"