Super Shinto Master

"Hahaha! Palace Master Yun, stay safe!"

The old man in the Taoist attire laughed, and he floated down from the sky, with a figure and temperament like an immortal from outside the world.

"Haha, Zhenren Wu is still the same!"

Palace Master Yun Chen walked up to him quickly, and bowed his hands.

After the two chatted for a while, they heard Wu Zhenren say, "It's not too late, let's start the assessment now."

"Okay! The real person please!" Palace Master Yun Chen agreed.

"Yeah!" Wu Zhenren nodded, and then looked at everyone in the audience, his eyes were like torches, making people dare not look directly.

"Who holds the token? Now you can come up, you can enter without an assessment." Wu Zhenren said lightly. The voice is gentle, but it seems to sound directly from the heart, and it is clearly audible no matter the distance.

As soon as Wu Zhenren said this, there was a commotion in the audience, and everyone was talking about it. Obviously, they didn't know that there were such things as tokens.

A move in Yu Guihai's heart, Wu Zhenren seemed to be distracted, but he always felt that this person was looking at him.

He remembered the change of the token before, and suddenly realized that this real person must have some means to stimulate and receive the signal of the token, and it is obvious that he has locked himself at this time.

Thinking of this, Yu Guihai immediately stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Report to the real person, this disciple holds a token."

The people around looked at him in amazement, and the stun quickly turned into envy and hatred. Nima, this test is well known, it is extremely difficult to pass, this guy is better, and you can start directly without the test.

If his eyes could stab people, Yu Guihai would have already been stabbed into a honeycomb!

"Come up."

Wu Zhenzhen said lightly.

Yu Guihai stepped up to the point of command and handed over the Yunmiao Mountain token.

Wu Zhenren glanced at Yu Guihai, took it over and fiddled with it a few times, and a gray-black light flashed on the token.

"It turned out to be a token of the Yin Refinement Meridian. Very good! However, we still need to verify the bloodline. If the bloodline is not correct, you must explain the origin of the token! Reach out."

Wu Zhenren nodded and said. There seemed to be a trace of strangeness in the eyes that looked at Yu Guihai.

"Check blood?"

Yu Guihai was stunned. It turns out that Yunmiaoshan still has this hand, if outsiders get the token, it really can't be used.

However, he then remembered the token that the Dasheng royal family had cut off the Hu. It was obviously impossible for the royal family to not know that the token needed blood testing, so they must have a way to not be afraid of blood testing.

This method is not difficult, especially for the Dasheng royal family that has a certain relationship in Yunmiao Mountain, as long as the insiders reach a tacit understanding, everything can be said.

Of course, he is not afraid of blood test, but he has the authentic Lu family blood.

Yu Guihai stretched out his hand according to the words, and Zhenren Wu put the token on his palm, and when his palm hurt, a stream of blood was sucked away by the token.

A faint red light immediately appeared on the token.

"Bloodlines match. Very good, you passed, wait here first."

With a satisfied smile on Wu Zhenren's face, he said kindly to Yu Guihai.

"Thank you real man!"

Yu Guihai was excited. Then he stood beside Wu Zhenren and calmly accepted the envy, jealousy and hatred from the audience.

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"You guys start.

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Afterwards, Wu Zhenren gestured, and the two followers behind him walked out.

One of these two followers is a short fat man with white face and no beard, and the other is a handsome young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

Yu Guihai could sense that both of them had the eighth-level Qi-refining stage. The short fat man looks like a middle-aged person, and his aptitude is average. The handsome young man is only in his early twenties. With this kind of cultivation, he can crush the people of the same age in the audience.

The two walked to the side of the high platform and conjured some tools out of thin air.

Some people in the audience suddenly exclaimed, they have never seen such immortal methods.

Yu Guihai immediately saw that the other party was not using some kind of immortal method, but just a talisman.

However, the Nawu Talisman is not a great thing to him, but he has not seen many other secular monks, let alone possessed it.

This thing is mainly rare, it takes opportunity to get it, and there is no place to buy it if you have money. It's like Wu Jian, a poor boy, but he also has a talisman. And a group of sons and daughters of aristocratic families, but there is no talisman.

Yu Guihai stretched his head and looked at it, the most important of which should be two items.

One of them is a half-meter-circle white jade disc, which is engraved with incomparably mysterious and complex runes. There is a bronze base below, and the base emits an unknown white light, which illuminates the white jade disc brightly.

The second was a large brass basin that seemed to contain something. Yu Guihai felt that this thing was similar to the family's ancestral spirit treasure that detects the purity of blood.

The two entourages took each side, the short fat man stood beside the big brass basin, and the handsome young man stood beside the white jade disc.

At this time, the short fat man said loudly: "There are two kinds of assessments. One is to test the aptitude for immortal cultivation, and it is over there. The other is to test the bloodline. Come to me."

Yu Guihai was stunned when he heard it. Qualification and blood test? What's the meaning?

Although he didn't know much, he felt that he should measure his aptitude. After all, he was young and had a high cultivation base, so he didn't need to be afraid of other things.

The people around began to stand apart one after another. Most of the people on the blood test side were those with a low level of cultivation, while those on the side of the aptitude test were all with a high level of cultivation and a young age.

At this time, Yu Guihai understood that those old men with low aptitude seemed to have a chance to be accepted as disciples.

I just don't know if the so-called blood vessels are the same as the blood vessels detected by myself?

The crowd quickly lined up, all of them with identities, and the Palace Master and the Immortal Master were watching, so no one crowded and cut in line.

Yu Guihai saw that Wu Jian was on the team that was testing the qualifications, and looked at him with a complex expression.

He wanted to come to his heart with all kinds of flavors, after all, he also had a Yunmiao Mountain token in his hand.

However, Yu Guihai understood at this time that Wu Jian, the token, was useless.

The token was passed down by Wu Jian's master, not his father, so there must be no blood connection, and he obviously couldn't bypass the blood test like the Dasheng royal family did. So it's still a good sale.

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The assessment started soon, and the first person in the bloodline assessment was a thin old man with gray hair.

The old man's cultivation base was not on the third floor of the Qi Refining Stage, and he walked up to the point commander with a fast pace. Seeing his eyes shining brightly, he was very excited, and he seemed to be quite sure that he would be selected.

Yu Guihai was speechless. Thinking of Fan Jinzhong's move, he couldn't help complaining, "If this person passes, he won't lose his mind."

After taking the stage, the short fat man glanced at the old man and said loudly, "Cut your wrists and sprinkle blood into the Yuanxue basin!"

The old man seemed to be familiar with the road, and bowed his hands to the short fat man, then he came to the big brass basin, stretched out one hand, and the other hand took out a sharp knife and slashed his wrist fiercely, a large stream of blood Spray into large brass pots.

The old man was very ruthless, and his heart trembled when he saw it.

The large brass basin was filled with half a basin of jet-black liquid, and the blood quickly melted into it, and there was no response.

Humpty Dumpty exclaimed, "Failure, next."

"Impossible, impossible. I have sacrificed to the ancestors, and my blood should be enough!" The old man shouted unwillingly, squeezing his arms hard, trying to squeeze more blood into the basin.

"You bastard, don't go on." Next to him, the steward of the Palace Lord's Hall reprimanded, and two captains stepped forward and dragged the old man down.

The second person hurried up to take the test with the same method, and soon stepped down in disappointment.

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