Immemorial Dragon Elephant Art

After a short wait, the entry test time for Xingyun Pavilion finally started. Lin Feng, Yu Fan, Han Shuo, Mo Shaoxie, Lan Yang, Lan Qianqian and a group of more than a dozen people went to Xingyun Pavilion together. Small 』Ω Δ say Ω

People come and go on the road, and it is very lively. Every year, when Xingyun Pavilion recruits new disciples, it is the most lively thing.

On the way, Wu Yang, Xue Xun, Yang Yu and others were excitedly talking about the upcoming Xingyun Pavilion entry test. They had great expectations for this test and hoped to successfully join the Xingyun Pavilion.

Only by joining a top power like Xingyun Pavilion, will it be possible to become a real powerhouse in the future.

The Xingyun Pavilion is not open on weekdays, but today it is open to the outside world. Entering the Xingyun Pavilion, you can see the courtyards in the distance, and the huge palaces are built magnificently and full of majesty.

Moreover, the spiritual energy in the Nebula Pavilion is abundant, and the concentration of this spiritual energy is at least two or three times that of the outside.

Song Caijie said, "I heard that there are also powerful spirit formation masters in the outer courtyard of Xingyun Pavilion who have set up a spirit gathering formation. The concentration of aura is about three times that of the outside."

"This is the perfect place to practice." Sun Ya'er said excitedly.

Mo Shaocong said with a smile, "Sister Ya'er, this is just the outer courtyard. If we can become inner disciples, the core disciples can enter the ancestral land of Xingyun Pavilion for cultivation. That place is the sacred place for cultivation. Ten times or even dozens of times outside."

Everyone suddenly showed a look of envy and yearning.

After entering the Xingyun Pavilion, someone guided everyone to a huge other courtyard to register. The registration process was also divided into different situations. For example, there was a registration place, where there were very few people, all of them were children of a great family, family members. Among them, there are at least Yin and Yang realm powerhouses.

Children of small families, loose cultivators, and children of some miners under the rule of Xingyun Pavilion all signed up separately.

Now Lin Feng and Yu Fan are equivalent to loose cultivators.

And Han Shuo is a miner's child.

In order to encourage the miners who mine for them (basically a village serves the Xingyun Pavilion mine), Xingyun Pavilion will reward these "miner villages" every once in a while with a chance to participate in the Xingyun Pavilion disciple test. The more powerful the village, the shorter the time limit for getting the quota.

Some relatively small villages may only get one such place for many years.

Han Shuo's village was mining for the spirit mine of Xingyun Pavilion, and he was rewarded with a test quota. Han Shuo got such a quota.

"Are you all loose cultivators? And a miner's son?". Sun Ya'er looked at Lin Feng in surprise, Yu Fan, and then glanced at Han Shuo in the distance. She couldn't help but pouted, and there was a hint of disdain at the corner of her mouth. Although her family was only a small family, there were also several members of the family. A powerhouse in the tenth-level realm of the Martial King is in charge, and maybe one day an elder will be able to break through to the realm of yin and yang, and their family will also be promoted to the quasi-aristocratic family.

That Xue Xunpi said without a smile, "Brother Mo, it seems that you don't know who you are, but the identity of the few people you found, tsk tsk...".

There was some mockery in those words.

Seeing Lin Feng and Yu Fan as a loose cultivator, Wu Yang and others were obviously estranged a lot.

Yu Fan shook his head slightly. It's not that he could not accept this kind of thing. In the world of cultivators, the strong are respected. When everyone is not strong, it is a competition of family background.

This is the truth that things gather together and people are divided into groups.

Although Wu Yang and the others are not children of major powers, they also have family support behind them. These people also think that they are many times more noble than the loose cultivators. They disdain to make friends with the loose cultivators or the sons of miners. Seeing that the three of Lin Feng were introduced by Mo Shaoxie, they thought that the three of Lin Feng also had strong family support behind them, but now that they knew that was not the case, they showed a completely different attitude from before.

Mo Shaoxie was a little embarrassed, but he could only laugh bitterly.

Lin Feng squinted and waited for the person in front to sign up. There was no shortage of people who looked down on others, especially the world of cultivators, which was inherently cruel.

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In the team, Han Shuo clung to the recommendation letter in his hand, feeling both excited and apprehensive.

He was excited because he finally came to the Xingyun Pavilion, and was uneasy because the future was uncertain.

This letter of recommendation entrusts the hope of the entire village.

Han Shuo told himself that he must stay in Xingyun Pavilion and become a strong cultivator. Only by becoming a strong cultivator can he protect his relatives, protect the villagers, and prevent the villagers from being bullied. Han Shuo will never forget that their village is weak because of its weakness. , The ore dug up was taken away by those powerful villages again and again. Sometimes, the uncles and uncles in the village were even beaten by those people because of their resistance.

"Strength, strength". Han Shuo bit his lip tightly.

"Next". An impatient voice came out.

"Brother, it's your turn".

A young man in the back reminded Han Shuo to come back to his senses and quickly thank him.

Han Shuo walked to the table and handed over the recommendation letter. The person in charge of recording it was a young man in his twenties who was obviously a disciple of Xingyun Pavilion.

"Han Shuo, it's you...". The young man raised his brows slightly when he saw Han Shuo.

"Wei Yantao". Seeing this young man, Han Shuo's expression changed slightly.

This Wei Yantao was a descendant of the largest village within a hundred miles of Han Shuo's village - "Wei Family Village".

Ten years ago, the people of Weijiazhai robbed the ore dug up from Hanjiazhuang, and the people of Hanjiazhuang resisted, and many people were injured. Han Shuo's father also had a broken leg at that time and was disabled for life.

Han Shuo was only eleven years old at the time. When he saw his father was injured, he rushed towards a teenager in Weijiazhai, but where is Han Shuo's opponent? After being beaten by the opponent, Han Shuo grabbed a stone and smashed it on the boy's forehead.

And that young man back then was Wei Yantao.

This Wei Yantao has joined Xingyun Pavilion for eight years, and now he is a small achievement. Although he has not met Han Shuo for many years, he can still recognize Han Shuo at a glance when he sees him.

Wei Yantao never forgot the incident when Han Shuo smashed his head back then. Although Wei Yantao nearly beat Han Shuo to death afterwards, Wei Yantao never forgot that hatred. Now, after seeing Han Shuo, the corners of Wei Yantao's mouth showed. A sneer.

"It seems that I have received a lot of spiritual stone rewards over the years, and I was able to cultivate to the realm of King Wu."

Wei Yantao said without a smile.

Han Jiazhuang's more than ten years of savings have cultivated a person like Han Shuo. Han Shuo did not speak, and he did not want to cause trouble.

Seeing Han Shuo's stupid image as always, Wei Yantao sneered, he took out a piece of white paper, opened the letter of recommendation, and silently replaced the letter of recommendation with a blank piece of paper, Wei Yantao sneered, "Hello you. Han Shuo, who dares to use a piece of white paper to fool Xingyun Pavilion, who gave you the guts of a bear and a leopard?".

"White paper?". Han Shuo's expression changed drastically, how could it be white paper? He read it several times a day, and then carefully placed the letter of recommendation in his arms. Han Shuo shouted, "You lied, it was a letter of recommendation written by Lord Zhuge Miner, it can't be blank paper."

"I lied? My inner disciple of the dignified Xingyun Pavilion, is it necessary to slander you, the son of a disabled miner? See if this is a blank sheet of paper?"

With that said, Wei Yantao slapped the unpacked piece of white paper on the table, and many people looked at it and saw that it was a piece of white paper.

"No, no, there must be a mistake, you must have lost the bag, you must have lost the bag."

Han Shuo roared in disbelief. That recommendation letter was the hope of their entire village.

Han Shuo rushed forward, wanting to ask Wei Yantao for his letter of recommendation.

Wei Yantao sneered, "This is Xingyun Pavilion. To fool Xingyun Pavilion with white paper and dare to make trouble in Xingyun Pavilion is simply asking for a dead end."

When the words fell, Wei Yantao slapped his palm out, and a dull loud bang came out. Wei Yantao's palm slammed into Han Shuo's chest.

Wow.

Han Shuo was immediately blasted away by Wei Yantao for more than ten meters. He vomited blood in the air, fell to the ground, and twitched violently.