Chapter 4 Miscellaneous Spirit Roots

"Okay! Okay! Okay!! What's your name?" The old man said three good words in a row, staring at Han Yu, his eyes twinkling, as if he wanted to eat him.

There was a sense of arrogance flowing between the little boy's brows, and he replied calmly, "Han Yu!"

"What a name! He is also a good boy. Come, come to me!"

The old man nodded, smiled and waved, calling Han Yu to him. He held Han Yu's little hand with a kind face and smiled brightly, as if he was afraid that the good things would be snatched away.

Han Yu stood beside the old man, holding his head high and looking proud. Although he is young, he looks more mature and steady than his peers.

Such a reaction made the old man nod secretly, feeling even more satisfied.

Next, the test continued, and the old man's face became more expectant.

However, among mortals, there are only a few who can naturally awaken their spiritual roots.

In the blink of an eye, another thirty children were tested, but no one with spiritual roots appeared.

In this regard, the old man looked calm and was not too disappointed. From time to time, he turned to look at Han Yu, his eyes full of fire. ??

To him, it didn't matter whether there was anyone else or not. As long as this seedling can be cultivated well, Luofu Feng's status in the Yunge Sect will definitely be reversed.

At this time, there were only two people left in the field, Su Twelve and a little fat man.

Su Twelve noticed that the little fat man was dressed in rich clothes and had a rosy complexion. He looked like a child from a wealthy family.

Before he could step forward, the little fat man took the lead and trotted all the way to the spirit-testing stone. His chubby little hands nervously pressed on the spirit-testing stone.

The next second, the spirit-detecting stone trembled slightly, but there was no change.

When the old man saw this, he said expressionlessly: "If you are not qualified, leave!"

However, the little fat man was obviously well prepared and did not leave. Instead, he knelt on the ground with a plop and knocked his head several times at the old man. Greetings! I wish you all the best.

The immortal gives the villain a chance. "

"This is the filial piety my father asked me to pay to the immortal master!"

As he spoke, Zhu Hanwei took out a sandalwood box from his arms with a panic look on his face.

"Humph!" The old man's face froze when he saw this, and the temperature in the air dropped several degrees at this moment.

Zhu Hanwei shuddered and dropped the wooden box in his hand to the ground.

The old man was about to reprimand when he saw the cracked wooden box. His pupils shrank and he took the wooden box in his hand. After taking a closer look, his face suddenly lit up and he said, "Huh? Hundred-year-old cold jade? Unexpectedly, How could your father, a mere mortal, collect such treasures?"

The old man had a smile in his eyes and was secretly happy in his heart.

Hundred-year-old cold jade is a kind of weapon refining material. Even for him, it is not easy to collect it. In comparison, accepting a boy without spiritual roots into the sect is nothing.

Putting away the cold jade calmly, the old man twirled his beard seriously and continued: "Forget it, since you are devoted to the Tao, I will give you a chance."

Zhu Hanwei was surprised and happy. He bowed his head and said, "Thank you, Master Immortal! Thank you, Master Immortal!"

The old man waved his hand, "Okay, let's go and stand by the side."

Zhu Hanwei then stood up and walked to the right side of the old man. When he passed by Han Yu, he smiled and looked friendly.

However, Han Yu didn't squint his eyes and didn't pay attention. Zhu Hanwei smiled sarcastically and did not dare to get angry. From the old man's attitude towards Han Yu, he also knew Han Yu's future status. This was a person he could not afford to offend in the future.

At this time, Su Twelve also walked to the spirit testing stone with a worried look on his face.

After hesitating for a moment, he gritted his teeth and pressed his hand on the spiritual stone.

The spirit-detecting stone shook violently, and then lit up with a colorful light. It's just that the colorful light group is dim and weak, flickering

dark.

When Su Twelve saw the light cluster on the spirit-detecting stone, he felt happy. Fortunately, I also have spiritual roots.

But just when he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he noticed that the old man's face was ugly, and his heart couldn't help but rise again.

At this time, the woman on the side was surprised and said: "Master, this child actually has a rare all-spiritual root?"

The old man pursed his lips, "What about all-spiritual roots? Every spiritual root of his is frighteningly weak, equivalent to nothing. He is clearly the worst miscellaneous spiritual root! This kind of person can only cultivate to the point of perfecting in his whole life." Seventy-eight times of anger.”

After saying that, the old man looked at Su Twelve and said, "Unqualified! Leave!"

When Su Twelve heard the conversation between the old man and the woman, his heart had already turned cold. When he heard these words again, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

For him, if he can't join the Immortal Sect and learn immortal magic, how can he talk about avenging his grandfather?

Su Twelve was confused for a moment, hesitated, his body trembled slightly, and said unwillingly: "Immortal chief, but I... I have spiritual roots. Doesn't it mean that you can worship the immortal gate if you have spiritual roots?"

The old man said coldly: "What do you call bullshit spiritual roots? I have been practicing for more than two hundred years and I have never seen a worse spiritual root than yours. With your qualifications, accepting you into the mountain gate is just a waste of resources and delays." On your own time!”

Su Twelve gritted his teeth and quickly glanced at Zhu Hanwei who was standing aside. He felt unconvinced, but he didn't dare to show up. Instead, he whispered: "But he...has no spiritual roots, so he can't join the Immortal Sect." ?"

Su Twelve was shocked that a person without spiritual roots could actually enter the Immortal Sect by paying homage. The legendary Immortal Sect didn't seem to be as beautiful as he imagined.

The old man looks aloof and capable, but he is no different from his father, the Ergou in the village who always wants to take advantage of others.

"Boy, are you teaching me how to do things?" The old man looked angry, and an invisible pressure was released from him.

Su Twelve's breathing was stagnant, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

His face was filled with fear and he was speechless. This powerful aura oppressed him, making him feel as if he had returned to Xiaoshi Village and was oppressed by the aura of the man in black.

Seeing this, the woman on the side frowned slightly, looked at Su Twelve a few times, and said, "Grandpa, this kid has spiritual roots after all, why not give him a chance! Cultivation is not easy, if he can't hold on after a few years, Just send him down the mountain when the time comes!”

His granddaughter begged for mercy, and the old man's expression softened a little, and he said to Su Twelve: "That's all, go and stand on the right side. Your qualifications are only a little better than that little fat guy, let's work together as a handyman!"

Su Twelve breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, quickly cast a grateful look at the woman, then walked to the side and stood up.

At this time, as Su Twelve finished the test, there were no other children in the field.

In total, only five people passed the test. Among them, there are also two people, Zhu Hanwei, who has a good relationship, and Su Twelve, who came to ask for help from others.

The old man turned to look at the few people and said calmly: "Although you all have spiritual roots, don't be too happy! The path of cultivation is still long!"

"Next, I will take you to the sect to practice! Once you become an immortal, you will never be the same as an immortal. If you regret it now, it's still too late."

After saying that, the old man waved his hand, and the flying sword shot out of the air behind him. Under the stimulation of the true energy, the flying sword swelled in the wind and became more than ten meters long in the blink of an eye.

The flying sword hovered one meter above the ground. The old man took Han Yu and jumped up.

The others, under the woman's greeting, climbed onto Feijian one by one.

The separation was about to begin. Except for Su Twelve and Han Yu, the other three children all had tears in their eyes and looked at their families in the distance with reluctance.

The old man's expression was indifferent. After practicing for many years, this kind of parting scene has become commonplace.

The vast amount of true energy surged out of the body and turned into a shield to protect everyone. Then the long sword rose into the air, carrying everyone, and flew into the distance.