Cultivation of Immortals: Starting from Burning Paper for Grandpa

The next afternoon.

Thirty disciples gathered in the martial arts venue, half male and half male, handsome male and beautiful female, with cultivation bases ranging from Qi training to foundation building.

Feng Yunhong smiled and said: "These are all outstanding disciples of my sect, they have not been married yet, Senior Xiong can choose whatever they want."

Bai Qin handed Yang Fan a booklet, which recorded some basic information of this group of disciples.

With just a glance, Yang Fan couldn't help feeling envious and complaining. Half of the [-] were single spiritual roots, and there were also three different spiritual roots and two special constitutions.

Obviously, these are seedlings found in the secular world of Blue Star.

And, that's not necessarily all.

"Aren't you afraid that I will take away all the baskets?" Yang Fan thought bitterly in his heart, but he would not do this, otherwise the food would be too ugly. He asked, "Are there any younger disciples?"

"..." The beard on the corner of Feng Yunhong's lips twitched, and he explained: "They will be in class now."

Then he said to an elder beside him, "Go and gather all disciples with single or double spiritual roots under the age of 13."

"Yes, Great Elder!"

Yang Fan smiled, "Elder Feng, don't worry, I will only take ten people away."

Feng Yunhong's heart relaxed, and he said hastily: "No matter what Senior Xiong said, good seedlings should have a good place to go, so as not to bury their talents."

Yang Fan looked down at the list in his hand, staring at the information of two special physiques, one was the 19-year-old Sun Yao spirit body, and the other was 27-year-old golden dragon body, both of which belonged to 36 special physiques.

"Who is Zhuge Jin?" Yang Fan scanned the crowd.

"The disciple is here." A clear and pleasant voice sounded, and a girl in Tsing Yi walked out of the formation and bowed to salute.

Feng Yunhong: "Raise your head and let Senior Xiong take a look."

"Yes." The girl looked up at Yang Fan.

"..." Yang Fan was taken aback.

Why are you so familiar?

This girl is very tall, 1.7 meters five, standing there standing out from the crowd, but her face is very young and immature, she looks only sixteen or seventeen years old, a baby face with red lips and white teeth, delicate and naturally cute and playful.

Yang Fan thought for a moment, and a name appeared in his mind, Qi Cheng.

The cheongsam waiter I met in Jinxiu Garden before, and wechat with each other, but was blocked by the other party because I didn't reply for a long time, and I haven't seen each other since.

As for the girl in front, it can be said that she looks exactly like Qi Cheng, from her face to her figure to the look between her brows, if she puts on a cheongsam, the two of them will definitely overlap.

"the same person?"

Yang Fan looked at the brochure again, and the information showed that his name was Zhuge Jin, 19 years old, a Riyao spiritual body, he started practicing at the age of 14, and he is currently at the peak level of Foundation Establishment.

He remembered that Qi Cheng in Jinxiu Garden was an ordinary person with no aura fluctuations on his body.

But if she had reached the peak of the second floor of Foundation Establishment at that time, he would not be able to see through it.

"So, she added me as a friend to see that I am a monk?" Yang Fan secretly guessed, and asked Feng Yunhong: "Has she been practicing here?"

Feng Yunhong didn't understand why he asked such a question, so he nodded and said, "Yes, I brought her back from the orphanage back then, and she never left."

"Well, she's coming with me."

"Thank you, senior."

"Thank you senior." The girl named Zhuge Jin responded softly, pursed her lips and stepped aside, looking a little unhappy, no wonder, she heard when they were assembled that she was going to be taken to get married.

Yang Fan didn't take it seriously, and continued to call: "Yuan Xueqi, Zhong Ting, Fang Zhongping."

"The disciple is here!" The three male disciples came out.

Yuan Xueqi, male, 19 years old, has an ice-type alien spirit root, started practicing at the age of 14, and currently has completed the ninth level of Qi training.

Zhong Ting, male, has a single spiritual root of earth attribute, started practicing at the age of 16, and is currently at the peak of the sixth level of Qi training.

Fang Zhongping, male, has a single spiritual root of metal nature. He started practicing at the age of 15 and is currently practicing Qi level eight.

Feng Yunhong saw that the three men he called in a row were all male disciples, so he guessed that the tribe of 'Xiong Sanwan' might be mostly women.

At this time, the elder who left before came with a group of boys and girls. There were nearly thirty of them, the youngest was seven or eight years old, and the oldest was fourteen or fifteen years old. The peak of the third level of Qi training.

Yang Fan looked satisfied, closed the booklet in his hand, and took another booklet from Feng Yunhong.

Looking through it, good guy, 29 people, eight of them have single spiritual roots, and the rest are all dual spiritual roots.

Undoubtedly, Yunding Asgard spent a lot of effort in selecting disciples.

Including the previous booklet, Yang Fan saw several familiar surnames, Bai, Feng, and Qi, most of whom were direct descendants of their sect.

Avoiding these surnames, Yang Fan chose three single spiritual roots and two double spiritual roots, all under the age of ten.

Returning the list to Feng Yunhong, Yang Fan smiled and said, "Including Bai Qin, ten together."

Feng Yunhong breathed a sigh of relief again, except for Bai Qin and Zhuge Jin, he did not select any more foundation-builder monks, which would not have any impact on the Zongmen's combat power, and the number of them was not too large.

He smiled politely: "Senior Xiong, don't you want to choose more?"

"No, you also need to grow stronger." Yang Fan shook his head and asked bluntly: "Are there any descendants of the elders here? If so, please forgive Xiong for being too abrupt."

Feng Yunhong naturally hoped that a descendant of the sect would be selected, but unfortunately there was none, "Except for Xiaoqin, they were all found in the secular world over the years."

"Okay, you guys are ready to go. I will explain the situation to Yang Fan when I get back. How to shake hands and make peace, you two can discuss it on the table. Xiong still has something to do, so don't bother me anymore."

After finishing speaking, Yang Fan looked at the selected person, "Go back and clean up, and leave with me in half an hour."

Half an hour later, Yang Fan's sleeves flicked, and he used his sleeves to roll up the nine people and stepped onto the teleportation platform.

Bai Qin looked at his fellow disciple who was seeing him off behind him, with a look of reluctance, "Take care, everyone, and see you later."

After speaking, he resolutely stepped up to the mobile formation platform, and then disappeared in place by casting spells.

After more than ten consecutive transmissions, it finally stopped, surrounded by a dense forest.

"Senior, this is Tomb Valley Forest."

Yang Fan nodded, and glanced at the mobile teleportation platform under his feet. Bai Qin did not teleport continuously like Feng Yunhong did when he came, so he roughly judged the location of the folding space where Yunding Fairy Palace is located, which should be in the boundary of Ganzhou.

"You don't need to call me senior, you can call me...Young Master from now on." Originally, Yang Fan wanted to call him Senior Brother, although sooner or later he would reveal his true identity, but this is not the time yet.

"Yes, son."

The stern aura on Bai Qin's body was gone, and he looked obedient and obedient, "My lord, put away the Xuanyu array."

"Give it to me?" Yang Fan was slightly surprised, "This Xuanyu array is rare and very convenient. There used to be a few in the Xuanwu Secret Realm, but they were all damaged. Don't you feel bad?"

Bai Qinhao lowered her head, and the fluff on her slender, snow-white neck was clearly visible, "From now on, everything about Qin'er belongs to you, Young Master."

"Never mind."

Yang Fan put the storage ring into the formation, lifted Bai Qin up into the sky, and flew to Yonghe Village, "How many people are there in Yunding Fairy Palace?"

Bai Qin seemed to have been prepared, and replied without hesitation: "Young master, there are just over 600 people with cultivation, and more than [-] people without cultivation. They are all in the secular world."

Yang Fan understood that there were only more than 500 disciples in the folding space before, and obviously many disciples had already been sent out, maybe there were people from all major sects.

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