Kunlun Mountain, Tianyong City.

Tianyong City is the world's largest immortal cultivation school. Since ancient times, the method of practicing respecting the clear and suppressing the turbidity has been passed down. In terms of Taoism, the method of unblocking is especially good. None of the sects in the world can surpass their right.

Today, Tianyong City is extremely lively, and there are crowds in front of the sect, because today is the date when Tianyong City recruits disciples once a year.

Within hundreds of miles of Tianyong City, countless people came here to visit, hoping to worship under Tianyong City.

But it is not easy to enter Tianyong City. It must go through many tests. It may be difficult for one hundred people who admire their masters to succeed.

"Finally arrived!"

Standing at the foot of Tianyongcheng Mountain and looking up at the palace groups on the top of the mountain, Feng Rui couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

When he knew that the newly appeared plane was the Gu Jian Qitan plane, and he accidentally learned that Tianyong City was recruiting disciples, Feng Rui had the intention to worship Tianyong City.

The ancient sword Qitan is a real fairy-tale plane, with demons rampant and demons dancing. As the world's largest sect, there is a living sword immortal in charge. Feng Rui naturally hopes to worship Tianyong City and practice more advanced martial arts and magic.

Even if Feng Rui doesn't think about himself, he still has to think about Ji Yanran and others. After all, the Thirteenth Transformation of Chongyuan Mastery can only practice to the peak of the Foundation Establishment Period at most.

As the world's largest sect, Tianyong City will naturally not lack martial arts and magic.

After successfully practicing the art of transformation, Feng Rui's qualifications have completely changed. As long as the people in Tianyong City are not blind, it is basically no problem to worship Tianyong City.

“Huh?”

Feng Rui suddenly noticed that on the road far away, a young man with a thin figure and a black and red face, who was about the same age as him, walked towards Tianyong City one step.

The reason why Feng Rui found it strange is that other young men who were apprenticing to the disciples were basically accompanied by adults, and only Feng Rui himself came to the disciples alone with this young man.

"Drink a little water!"

When the young man walked to Feng Rui's side, his body was already shaking. It seemed that he hadn't eaten for several days.

"Thank you."

The boy pondered for a moment, but finally took the gourd handed over by Feng Rui, raised his head and took a sip of water, and suddenly felt shocked, and his stomach seemed to be no longer hungry.

The reason why the boy felt this way was because Feng Rui added a Qi-raising pill to the water.

"What's your name? Why did you come to Tianyong City?"

"My name is Ling Yue, I came to Tianyong City to become a disciple."

Feng Rui was shocked when he heard this. Ling Yue was naturally familiar with him. This was the first disciple of the future Zi Yin Zhenren and the future leader of Tianyong City.

But in this way, it seems that there is still a long time before the plot of the ancient sword begins.

After all, Ling Yue has not yet become a disciple, and it seems that he is only ten years old at most, which is the same age as Feng Rui. When the plot of the ancient sword began, Ling Yue was at least fourteen or fifteen years old.

"Let's go! Don't miss the time to become a disciple."

Feng Rui patted Ling Yue on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"I don't know what your name is yet?"

"Feng Rui..."

When the two of them came to the Tianyong City Sect, they found crowds everywhere, especially in front of them, which looked like a long dragon.

"Next, name, age, origin."

At the front of the long dragon, a disciple from Tianyong City registered while asking.

"Linshan, eleven years old, from Qinchuan."

The teenager who was asked answered honestly.

Time passed without realizing it. In the afternoon, the crowd kept moving forward, and it was Ling Yue and Feng Rui's turn.

"Name, age, origin."

"Lingyue, nine years old, Qinchuan."

Ling Yue ranks ahead of Feng Rui, so he registers first before Feng Rui.

"Name, age, origin."

"Feng Rui, nine years old, Lin'an."

In fact, the registration of Tianyong City is just a process, and the subsequent root and bone test is the real highlight.

After registering the information, the disciple raised his head slightly and said in a cold tone.

"Go to the hall for root and bone test"

It’s not that he intends to target Feng Rui, but that there are too many names and names for people who need to register. Even those who practice Taoism will be upset and irritable. How can they smile when they are in a bad mood?

It is already good for a dignified immortal cultivator to show off his face and look unnaughty.

"yes!"

Feng Rui didn't care about his tone, and responded lightly, turned around and headed towards the hall ahead.

When Feng Rui walked into the hall, he found that there was a long queue inside the hall, just like outside.

"Next"

At the front of the hall was a stone table, and a fist-sized ball was placed on it.

Whenever someone puts his hands on the ball, the ball will emit light of different intensity and colors.

Feng Rui was very familiar with this scene. He also went through such a test when he worshipped the Qingxu Sect on the mortal plane.

"Root bone, inferior, next."

The deacon in charge of the test of the root bones glanced at the person in front of him and would not accept the inferior qualifications of Tianyong City.

When a person put his hand on the ball, the ball emitted a red light again, but the light was very weak and almost invisible.

"Root bone, inferior, next."

The test of the root bones is slowly going on, and some people pass, but more people fail, and it is Lingyue's turn soon.

When Ling Yue put his hand on the ball, the ball suddenly emitted a strong blue light. The deacon suddenly opened his mouth wide, as if he had seen something incredible.

Because according to the color emitted by the sphere, the root bones are divided into seven levels, namely red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple.

Among them, inferior corresponds to red, inferior corresponds to orange, medium corresponds to imperial color, high corresponds to green, super corresponds to cyan. As for blue and purple, they only appeared in ancient times, and all of them were monsters that shook the past and the present.

"Root bone, super... super."

The deacon's tone was a little stuttering. You should know that the super-qualified genius has not appeared in Tianyong City for a hundred years.

The last time the disciple with super qualifications was Hansu, the current head of Tianyong City, and it was no wonder that this deacon was so excited.

"Ling Yue's qualifications are pretty good!"

Feng Rui never doubted Ling Yue's qualifications. If he had not qualified, he would not have been able to be under the disciple of Zi Yin in the original work.

But Feng Rui would not underestimate himself. He believed that his qualifications would never be worse than Ling, but would only be better than Ling. After all, after inheriting the bloodline of the Phoenix clan, his qualifications had completely changed.

However, at this moment, two figures suddenly appeared in the hall, and there was obviously a super-qualified disciple, which had already alarmed the senior management of Tianyong City.

"I've met the leader, the elder of the sword..."

After seeing the two, the deacon quickly bowed and met.

Feng Rui was shocked when he heard this. Isn’t the elder of the sword the sword the same? This is the number one master in Tianyong City and a real sword immortal.
Chapter completed!