The entry test that lasted for ten days was finally over, and the first one to step out of the formation was Jing He, who had the loudest voice!

At that moment, Jing Yang felt as if he had won the first place, and was so excited that he almost screamed.

Fortunately, he still suppressed the unconcealable joy in his heart, but the corners of his mouth that kept turning up revealed his mood.

"Mr. Fu, our plan is done!" His voice was trembling uncontrollably.

The middle-aged male cultivator in front of him was not much different from him, and he could only hold on to the airs of being a high-level cultivator.

But Mr. Fu did not forget to give Jing Yang a beating: "Look at your worthless appearance. Wan Daosheng hasn't announced it yet. When the man surnamed Xiao announces Young Master Jing He as the number one in public, our great gift will be considered

I can give it away!"

Having said that, who among the people present has not already determined that the number one name is Jing He?

Even the stall owner who opened the gambling bureau couldn't help but cast pity on the Gu cultivator in the crowd who seemed to know nothing about it.

It's just pity, pity, this spirit stone cannot be withdrawn, after all, he also has to make a living!

Unlike everyone else, who had different thoughts, the young monks who came out of the formation one by one were not only filled with regrets, but with pride.

The male cultivator dressed in white was one step behind Jing He, but he also clearly realized that he would definitely miss the top spot.

However, he was not the kind of person who couldn't afford to lose. He immediately stepped forward and cupped his hands towards Jinghe and said, "Congratulations to fellow Taoist Jing for winning the first prize. I will be born in Lanfu, Lingzhou."

Jing He glanced at the jade flute at his waist and squeezed out a smile on his face: "What are you talking about, fellow Taoist Lan? Wan Daosheng hasn't announced it yet. My name is not a certainty, maybe it will be

There are Taoist friends who are more powerful than me, and they are favored by thousands of Taoist elders!"

Although he said he was modest, his attitude could not hide his wantonness.

Lan Fusheng was persuaded by the elders of Wan Daosheng in person, and he was willing to come here because he had a good impression of Wan Daosheng.

As a music cultivator, he was already sensitive to other people's emotions, so as soon as Jing He opened his mouth, he faintly noticed that Jing He didn't seem to have any good intentions towards Wan Daosheng.

Lan Fusheng pursed his lips and suddenly lost all desire to make friends with him.

He reluctantly chatted with Jing He for a few more words, and then quickly said goodbye to him.

After Lan Fusheng left, young monks kept approaching Jing He, trying to get along well with the top player in the test.

Looking at Jing He's wanton look, it seemed as if he had already secured the top spot.

Lan Fusheng, who retreated to the side, watched from a distance. At some point, a young man holding a sword appeared next to him.

"Why, you don't like that guy?" The man in black with a high ponytail carries the romantic air of a young man. He looks more like a knight wielding a sword than a monk.

Lan Fusheng recognized this person immediately. Speaking of which, he was also one of the candidates for the top spot in this entry test - Lingzhou swordsman Bai Kejin.

He was a casual cultivator and had never learned any orthodox swordsmanship. He only had to fight with others a lot, so he figured out a set of training methods on his own.

Lan Fusheng had only met him a few times. After all, they were both famous young talents in Lingzhou. Even if they didn't know each other, they had already heard of each other's name.

Bai Kejin didn't like to deal with people on weekdays, so it was very difficult for him to take the initiative to ask questions. It's just that Lan Fusheng didn't like gossiping behind people's backs, so he didn't know how to answer him for a while.

Fortunately, soon another female voice came in: "You asked him what he was doing. It's strange that he has such an old-fashioned temperament that he would tell you!"

A pretty girl wearing a goose-yellow cassock also came over and opened her mouth to yell at Lan Fusheng.

"I am Dong Fuzhu from Yaozhou. Looking at the sword you are holding, I am afraid it is Bai Kejin, the swordsman from Lingzhou, right? Do you come here this time to become a disciple of the ancient elder?" The little boy is as soft as cotton.

The girl took the initiative to tell her her name, and the male swordsman who always had a bad face responded with a few words of respect.

The "ancient elder" is the monk who was also holding a sword in the main hall earlier.

Unlike the acquaintance between Lan Fusheng and Bai Kejin, Dong Fuzhu and Bai Yiyinxiu have known each other for a long time, and their relationship is even more extraordinary.

The three of them greeted each other casually, and Dong Fuzhu pointed at Jing He, who was being flattered by everyone: "Don't be fooled by that man's appearance, he is not a good person, and the Jing family behind him is not a good person either!

"

"And I'm afraid you don't know." Dong Fuzhu lowered his voice, "This time Wan Daosheng's elders didn't even go to the Jing family to invite him. He took the initiative to come to Qingzhou to take the entrance test."

The female cultivator crossed her arms and raised a smile on her face: "Let's see, he will definitely do something wrong later!"

It was the first time that I was dragged into gossiping about others. Even though reason told the two male cultivators that they shouldn't do this, the feeling of knowing the secret was really overwhelming. Even Lan Fusheng was reluctant to interrupt the female cultivator.

The three of them huddled aside and waited quietly for the so-called "moth".

After all the monks who had taken part in the test had come out, Elder Xiao, as the acting sect master, finally appeared in front of the mountain gate.

The middle-aged man with a solemn expression walked down the long steps step by step, as if he were a real immortal.

Everyone couldn't help but become quiet, not daring to make a mistake in front of this powerful monk.

"You have traveled thousands of miles to come to me, Wan Daosheng, to participate in the test. No matter whether you are destined to be with me, Wan Daosheng, or not, it is my Wan Daosheng's luck. Here, my ancestors, my ancestors, would like to thank you all."

The young monks waved their hands quickly, and some even blushed instantly.

"It is also thanks to God's blessing that among the more than a thousand monks who participated in the entry test this time, a total of 410 successfully passed the three-level formation, and also passed my test of Wan Daosheng..." Elder Xiao said unhurriedly

He praised the more than 400 people, but did not leave out the other monks who failed.

He didn't say anything bad about those people, he just attributed it to their lack of predestined relationship with Wandaosheng.

After everything was said, someone below couldn't help it anymore: "Elder Xiao, may I ask which monk won the first place in this test?!"

Speaking of this, Elder Xiao's serious expression softened a lot, and his eyes even brought joy: "This is exactly what I want to say next. The first place this time is extremely outstanding, but it has just passed the first two formations.

, he won the favor of many elders. He is a person who was born to join me in all realms of life!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

With such a high evaluation and treatment that so many of the previous top names did not have, everyone couldn't help but get excited.

They only saw Elder Xiao stretching out his hand in the direction of Jinghe, his expression gentle as never before: "I wonder if this disciple who won the first place has a candidate for master in his heart!"

Seeing this scene, Gu Xiu, who had always been very calm, suddenly crushed the tea cup in his hand, and the hood on his head almost fell off due to his sudden movement to stand up.

But no one is paying attention to him now. Everyone's eyes are focused on Jing He in the center of the crowd. He has become the real focus.

Feeling the people's burning eyes, Jing He smiled with satisfaction and took two steps away from the crowd.

Jing Yang in the distance couldn't help but clenched his hands, and Mr. Fu even stopped drinking tea, his eyes fixed on Jing He.

Lan Fusheng on the side also looked over, but his expression was not very good-looking. Especially Dong Fuzhu, the moment Jing He raised his posture, his eyes rolled up to the sky.

Finally, in the midst of breathless sounds, Jing He spoke: "Thank you Elder Xiao for your praise, but it's a pity that I'm afraid that I will live up to your sect's expectations. I came here to take part in the test, and I just wanted to try it with the famous Thousand Layers Formation.

It's just my skill. But after entering the formation today, I realized that this thousand-layer formation is nothing more than that, and I can easily win the first place."

Every word he spoke, Elder Xiao's expression was filled with astonishment and weirdness.

Listening to the constant sounds of surprise in his ears, Jing He continued: "I originally thought that Wan Daosheng, who could keep pace with the Moro Sect, would be an unusually powerful sect, but now it seems that I was wrong.

Yes. Sure enough, it’s time for me to become a Mormon. Therefore, I won’t bother..."

"Wait a minute!" Elder Xiao still couldn't wait for Jing He to finish speaking.

Jing He paused, with a sarcastic look on his face: "Why, Elder Xiao doesn't even want this junior to tell the truth?"

At this moment, Elder Xiao finally understood what his junior sister meant by "embarrassing others."

He endured the inexplicable shame in his heart and explained: "If you want to tell the truth, it's okay, but can you give in first? You are blocking our Wandaosheng's first place in this class!"

He raised his hand and pointed back, and everyone realized that the direction Elder Xiao was pointing was actually behind Jing He!

As their eyes moved, monks kept stepping aside, and a face made of ice and snow broke into their eyes.

The female cultivator had the smell of blood on her body, and she was holding a long sword in one hand.

But when everyone looked at her, they seemed to see the goddess above the nine heavens!

The author has something to say:

Elder Xiao: I am guilty of the habit of embarrassing others!

Hey, I admit it, I’m just a bitch, I just like tacky face slaps and Mary Sue woohoo~

See you tomorrow, bird waving its wings~


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