Chapter 61 Assigning Disciples

"Son of a son of a bitch!" Lu Xiaotian couldn't help cursing in his heart, and I believe that many people felt the same as him at this time. Seeing the pride on the face of that surnamed Wu, Lu Xiaotian was confused, even if he had a spirit stone, he would not give it to such a person, and when he arrived at Lingxiao Palace, it was not only from his mouth.

"Brother Guo, Brother Guo. What did Senior Brother Wu say just now?"

However, things were a little unexpected for the monk surnamed Hu Wu. Not long after he explained to Guo Yun, monks from other families surrounded Guo Yun and asked wildly.

The monk surnamed Wu frowned. He originally planned to only tell Guo Yun, and other people would come to him to spend spirit stones to buy some news. He didn't expect that things would turn out like this. What was even more annoying was the kid Guo Yun. His personality was extremely flamboyant, and as soon as the other monks asked for it, they got carried away and said it.

Seeing the wonderful expression of the monk surnamed Wu, Lu Xiaotian smiled in his heart, he deserved it, he is a family monk, ten spirit stones are not too many, but they are by no means to be thrown away. That kid Guo Yun's family is well-off, he's arrogant, and he's used to being extravagant.

In fact, those families have spent a huge price to support them to enter the fairy gate. After these people enter the fairy gate, even if there are family seniors in the fairy gate, they still have to rely on themselves. Young children are cultivated into talents. Not all resources can be spent on them.

"It deserves it. It's just a late-stage Qi-refining cultivator. It's not that high. It's just that he entered the door earlier than us. There's nothing to worry about." The red-faced man on the side also secretly said cheerfully.

There were too many people asking, after Guo Yun told the two friends he had met, he couldn't hold back the monks from other families to ask, after saying it a few times, he became annoyed, and his voice inevitably became louder. Ordinary casual cultivators like Lu Xiaotian pricked up their ears, and it can be considered that they got the information revealed by the monk surnamed Wu for free.

It turned out that these four foundation-building seniors escorted their new disciples back to Lingxiao Palace this time. It's a long way to Lingxiao Palace, and you may encounter many monsters along the way. Only the monks in the foundation period can guarantee their safety.

Of the four Foundation Establishment seniors, the most severe old man was Zhao Zhong, who was rigid, and the other black and short old man was Qian Dali, who had a deep temperament and few words. The remaining two are Wang Juan and Hou Sanfeng, who are relatively free and easy, so they don't need to pay attention to it, just pay attention to what they say, and don't offend them with words.

About half an hour later, the small courtyard was full of thirty new disciples, and this year's recruitment of disciples by Lingxiao Palace came to an end. Zhao Zhong, Qian Dali and other four Foundation Establishment cultivators walked into the small courtyard, and all the new disciples who were talking about it were suddenly silent.

"Among the newly promoted disciples this year, there are a few with good aptitude. The previous batch of disciples in Yuexi Valley are all mediocre. This time I will take away at least one-third of the good aptitudes." Wang Juan first came out. cavity said.

"That's impossible. There are too many monks and few meats. No one wants to be inferior. Our Lingshou Peak wants those low-level people." Hou Sanfeng refused to agree when he heard it, "I don't care about the others, but among the seven outstanding disciples, I don't care. Take the two of you."

Several people were at a stalemate, and finally the short and deep Qian Dali coughed dryly and said, "Why don't I take a step back and take only one outstanding disciple with me, but you all know that I need to ask the witch palm for help when I go back." Feng confessed. You subsidize me with some spirit stones, or spirit grass, and the other one named Lu Xiaotian, I seem to be a good match, so let me take it away, how about it?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Lu Xiaotian's eyes, but he didn't know why Qian Dali named him alone. Lu Xiaotian couldn't help feeling a little vigilant in his heart.

"Haha, that's very good. Anyway, Qinglian Peak is always at the bottom of the sect competition. It seems that Wu Zhangfeng is also planning to break the pot. How about it, the rewards for the mission of the four of us this time, each Give some money to Senior Brother Qian. The other disciples will draw lots to decide." Hou Sanfeng laughed, and immediately agreed to Qian Dali's plan.

Zhao Zhong and Wang Juan also had no objections. The places for these thirty disciples were quickly allocated.

"Okay, now that the personnel have been assigned, let's set off and return immediately. This Moon City is just a casual city, and the concentration of spiritual energy is far worse than that in the palace. If you stay here for a few days, you will feel uncomfortable." Wang Juan Impatiently throwing out a small green sword, the small sword has a powerful sword aura, and its figure swells to more than two feet long and several feet wide in the face of the wind, which can easily accommodate nearly ten people on it.

Wang Juan greeted her assigned disciples, "Don't dawdle, come up."

In addition to the two who handle the registration and compilation of new disciples, there are thirty-two disciples doing miscellaneous work, and each is responsible for leading eight people. Shocked and obedient, the eight assigned by Wang Juan boarded the floating flying sword one by one.

"Get up!" Wang Juan screamed, the green flying sword trembled, and rose out of thin air. At the same time, a light green circular mask appeared, wrapping the flying sword and the disciples inside, and shot away into the sky.

"Junior Sister Wang, don't go too fast, I'll be here right away." Among the disciples Hou Sanfeng had two outstanding aptitudes, he was in a good mood, and also threw a red flying sword.

Zhao Zhong, with a rigid and stern face, used a white shuttle, and the three of them broke through the air one after another, before Qian Dali took out a blue gourd, a magic weapon. After Qian Dali shouted anxiously, the gourd swelled like a small boat. Lu Xiaotian and others boarded one after another.

"Don't talk on the way, if you disturb the old man's peace, you will definitely be punished." Qian Dali ordered coldly, then sat cross-legged on the front of the treasure gourd, and ignored the disciples.

Everyone, look at me, and I look at you. It was the first time for them to take this kind of magic weapon that could fly in the sky and change the size at will. Originally, they were looking at the bustling Moon City below and busy casual cultivators, but they sat on the high magic weapon. Unconcealable excitement in his heart, he was about to have a few conversations, but Qian Dali poured cold water on his head. It's just that Qian Dali's cultivation base is much higher than theirs, if he disagrees and is thrown from the magic weapon by the other party, not only will he not be able to enter the Immortal Palace, but he will lose his life for nothing?

Lu Xiaotian didn't have the excitement and curiosity of other disciples, and his brows have been slightly furrowed since he got on the Flying Gourd Magical Artifact. Not only is his aptitude not outstanding, but he is the worst of the group of monks with 18 points in each of the five spiritual roots. On the contrary, it is unreasonable to be called out by Qian Dali to leave. This Qian Dali is humble and honest in front of other Foundation Establishment cultivators, but once they are separated, it is like a different person, and it is even more difficult to get along with.

But now people are swordsmen, I am fish, Lu Xiaotian thinks hard for a moment, but there is no way, the difference in strength is too great. It was no longer that he could control him, so he could only take one step at a time to see what Qian Dali was up to.