I may be a fake fairy

Ouyang Tian recalled the past of Prince Liansheng, and a detached aura appeared on his body.

Ouyang looked calm and calm: "I said that it is better not to expose some things, otherwise it will kill people, understand?"

The big man in black forced a smile: "Understood, understood!"

"Understood, do you want to back down?" Ouyang Tian's voice instantly became icy cold, and the sharp sword intent seemed to pierce through the body of the big man in black.

"Yes, yes, go now!"

"Don't make too much noise." Ouyang Tian snorted.

"Yes, yes!" The big man in black who had survived the catastrophe tiptoed out of Ouyang Tian's room!

"Huh!" After confirming that the big man in black had left, Ouyang Tian couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, scaring him to death, this feeling of walking on the edge of life and death is really scary.

Fortunately, he obtained a leaf of the wild ancient sword fairy grass in the world of Zhu Xianjian. Although Ouyang Tian is still unable to exert the power of this leaf, but the sword-shaped leaf comes with the daring The sword intent of Tianchu Sword is still there, what Ouyang Tian did was to mobilize the sword intent on the sword-shaped leaves.

The Ancient Sword Immortal Grass was able to fight back and forth with the unsanctified Daoist Tongtian, even if his sword intent was less than one billionth of what it was in its heyday, it was not something a mortal like a big man in black could resist.

After being so frightened, the big man in black did not bother Ouyang Tian again. Ouyang Tian spent two days safely in the Immortal Pavilion.

Finally, it's the day of the Ascension to Immortals Conference!

A series of spiritual lights flashed across the sky above Chuyun City, and the immortal cultivators from the nearby sects came across the sky!

"Look, Immortal, it is an Immortal, that Immortal steps on the sword and flies!"

"You country bumpkin, you don't understand this, it's called Yujian flying!"

"Ho Ho!" There were bursts of roaring tigers in the sky, and a cultivator riding a white tiger with two wings on its back landed in Chuyun City.

The cultivators in the sky above Chuyun City didn't care about the mortals shouting below at all. Only those who passed the Ascension to Immortal Conference could enter the Immortal Sect and become a handyman for ten years. Only people with aura are qualified to be disciples of the outer sect. At that time, they will reluctantly call them fellow sects. As for these mortals now, they don't even have the qualifications to let them take a second look.

The immortal cultivator riding on the double-winged white tiger is called Zhao Sun, and the one who comes with the sword is called Wu Xin. Both of them are at the ninth level of Qi refining.

"Ascension to Immortals Conference, how many good seedlings can this Chuyun City produce?" Zhao Sun said without much expectation for this Ascension to Immortals Conference.

The Ascension to Immortals Conference is held every ten years, but there are only a handful of good seedlings that have been dug out over the years. Most of them have been in the sect for ten years and then were kicked out of the sect. Names are mixed outside.

"It's already a surprise to be able to produce a qi refining!" Wu Xin also had the same attitude.

Chuyun City is just a small city, and the probability of recruiting a genius cultivating immortals is really too small. If it is another big city, it would be better

Kind of hopeful.

Except for Chuyun City, all 36 cities in the Great Xia Kingdom are holding Immortal Ascension Conferences. Those big cities are populated by inner sect disciples from the Foundation Establishment Stage, and the probability of recruiting geniuses is higher.

"Beastmaster Sect, the one riding the big white tiger should belong to the Beastmaster Sect?"

"Ziqi Xianzong, the one who controls the sword should belong to Ziqi Xianzong."

It's no wonder that Ouyang Tian will be the first to notice these two major sects. These two sects have the largest ostentation, almost occupying more than half of the square. Together, there is nothing compelling at first glance.

Wu Xin and Zhao Sun each landed in front of their own sect signs.

"Shua!" A huge banner hung beside the Zongmen's signboard.

There are three requirements listed above this one banner.

1. The age must be under 25 years old!

2. The strength is not weaker than the third level of physique!

3. Those with disabilities will not be accepted!

This is just the most basic requirement, and only those who have met these three requirements are eligible to participate in the Ascension to Immortals Conference!

"I'm coming!" A young man walked up to Zhao Sun.

Zhao Sun looked at the young man indifferently, and threw a bronze pillar casually: "Punch him!"

"Hum!" The young man punched the bronze pillar without saying a word, and the bronze pillar shone slightly.

"Age eighteen, third level of physical fitness, no spiritual root, unqualified!" Zhao Sun didn't even bother to ask the young man's name and directly announced that he was unqualified.

The first one on Wu Xin's side was also unqualified, and the Ascension to Immortals Conference is not where any cat or dog can come to join in the fun.

"boom!"

"Unqualified!"

"boom!"

"Unqualified!"

"boom!"

"Unqualified!"

……

More than 100 people in a row are unqualified!

"Bang!" Another person punched the bronze pillar.

"Dai Chong, age thirteen, physical strength level six, low-grade earth spirit root, qualified!" Zhao Sun's face finally looked better, and finally came a decent one, who has at least a spirit root and can practice to refine Qi environmental.

Wu Xin raised his eyebrows. This Zhao Sun was so lucky to recruit a disciple with spiritual roots so quickly. In the past, a small place like Yuncheng might not be able to recruit a disciple with spiritual roots until the end.

Spiritual roots can be said to be the key to step into the world of cultivating immortals. Those who have spiritual roots are considered to be natural cultivators, and they have incomparable advantages in cultivation. Although it is possible to practice without spiritual roots, it is far from being able to practice efficiently. Competing with immortal cultivators with spiritual roots, their cultivation efficiency is only one-tenth or even one-hundredth of theirs!

"Xue Rong, sixteen years old, sixth level of physical strength, no spiritual root, qualified!" Finally, Wu Xin managed to recruit someone who had seen it for a long time. Although he didn't have spiritual root, he was at sixth level of physical strength , if you are lucky, you can still step into the Qi Refining Realm.

Ascension to Immortals Conference is still going on, most people have been eliminated, only chat

Only a few of the heaven's favored ones can be selected, and Dai Chong is the only one with spiritual roots.

Dai Chong is also very proud, he can clearly feel that he is different, Zhao Sun is dismissive of the others, but he can be called a senior brother to himself, this is the spiritual root, this is the gap!

"Squeeze what, you want to become a fairy even as a baby who hasn't been weaned yet?" A young man in brocade clothes pushed Ouyang Tian away.

Ouyang Tian recognized this young man in brocade clothes, who lived in the Immortal Pavilion like himself, and was taken advantage of by spending 500 taels of gold to buy tree root soup.

The young man in brocade clothes glanced at Ouyang Tian who was lying on the ground, straightened his brocade clothes and walked up to Wu Xin like a proud rooster.

"Hum!" The young man in brocade clothes punched the bronze pillar.

"Xia Huyi, [-] years old, sixth-level physique, unqualified!" Wu Xin snorted, [-] years old, too old.

Even though he heard that he was unqualified, Xia Huyi still did not back down, and smiled slightly: "I am the Great Xia Royal Family, according to the agreement between the Great Xia Royal Family and the Immortal Sect, as long as I offer a spiritual object, I can worship the Immortal Sect!"

"Not bad!" Wu Xin nodded.

"Please have a look!" Xia Huyi offered a wooden box.

Wu Xin opened the wooden box and nodded: "500-year-old ginseng, good stuff, you've passed the test!"

The corner of Xia Hu's mouth turned upwards. He was still proud at this moment. He belonged to the Great Xia Royal Family, unlike these underground muds. !

"Stand at the back!" Wu Xin snorted. It's a disgrace. Up to now, he hasn't received a single person with a spiritual root, and he even met Xia Huyi, a related account. If Sun Bi went down, it would be a ghost if he was in a good mood.