Chapter 11 I Don't Agree

On the plain, Fang Wang kept his pace. He had been overtaken by seven people, but he was not in a hurry. He even wanted to see if Zhou Xue could catch up.

Among the eight people left in Fang Mansion, it is estimated that only Zhou Xue can catch up. Although Fang Hanyu has cultivated spiritual power, he is only a warrior after all. Just climbing over the mountain is enough to stump him. How can he catch up here?

As Zhou Xue said, the assessment here is for people with a certain foundation in cultivating immortals, and ordinary people cannot participate.

Time continues to pass.

After half an hour, Fang Wang saw a huge fog appearing on the horizon, and the outlines of mountains were vaguely visible, majestic and mysterious. In front of these mountains, the mountains on both sides of the plain are nothing.

At first glance, Fang Wang thought of Taiyuanmen.

Could it be that the front is the place of Taiyuanmen's sect?

Fang Wang thought expectantly. Soon, he saw many people stopped in front of the cliff. Just as he was about to stop, he heard someone shouting, "I give up!"

As soon as the voice fell, a green light fell from the sky, passing by the man, and a ray of green light separated, entangled the man, took him up and quickly disappeared in the vast fog in front of the cliff.

Is that a magic weapon?

Even with Fang Wang's eyesight, he couldn't see clearly what it was.

Fang Wang walked to a deserted place, stood on the edge of the cliff and looked down. It was estimated that it would take at least ten miles to reach the mountains behind the fog.

Must fly over!

Fang Wang turned his head and looked. Some people who had performed the sword-controlling technique before were helpless at the moment. Looking at their tired expressions, it was estimated that their spiritual power was exhausted. Some even meditated on the spot and took pills.

Can it be like this?

Fang Wang was not dissatisfied, but he felt in his heart that the children of the noble family were different.

"What are you looking at? Have you run out of spiritual power?"

A familiar voice came from behind him. Fang Wang turned around and saw Zhou Xue stepping on a flying sword and landing in front of him.

Fang Wang was curious. Where did this flying sword come from?

Zhou Xue did not jump off the flying sword, but raised her hand and waved it. A slender flying sword flew out of her storage bag. Fang Wang raised his hand and grabbed it.

As soon as he held the sword, he could feel the spiritual power inside. This was not an ordinary sword, but a magic sword.

Fang Wang looked at Zhou Xue in surprise and asked, "Where did it come from?"

Zhou Xue raised the corner of her mouth, waved her hand, turned around and flew away, and disappeared in the fog in the blink of an eye.

Fang Wang inexplicably thought of the two figures who had fought before. Did Zhou Xue rob them?

That's right, it's reasonable for the demon cultivator to act like this.

Fang Wang didn't think about it anymore. He directly connected the spiritual power with the sword, then jumped up, and the flying sword fell at his feet, carrying him into the fog.

The perfect sword-controlling technique allowed him to easily master the sword. Of course, it was also because the sword was not a very powerful magic weapon. According to Zhou Xue, powerful magic weapons are difficult to subdue. The cultivator must create his own spirit to control it.

Whoosh whoosh——

The wind whistled across his face, and Fang Wang smiled. He had to fly with the sword.

He stepped on the flying sword and walked forward in the wind, which made him feel comfortable. He stood proudly in the sky, and a sense of pride rose in his chest. No wonder everyone in the world wanted to pursue the way of cultivating immortals.

After entering the fog, Fang Wang suddenly heard some strange sounds, and he immediately drew the sword from his waist.

A black eagle suddenly swooped down, and its claws grabbed him fiercely. The speed was extremely fast, which had surpassed the speed of the top masters in the martial arts world. Fang Wang raised his hand and slashed with a sword. The spiritual power condensed into sword energy and cut it out, destroying it.

The black eagle turned into flying smoke and dissipated, which made Fang Wang raise his eyebrows.

It's not a living thing!

It seems to be an assessment!

Fang Wang was flying forward on his sword, taking precautions. Black eagles would fly out from time to time on the road ahead, from all directions. Fortunately, he resolved them one by one.

It wasn't too difficult.

As he walked forward, he passed through the dense fog and saw a majestic group of mountains, as if standing above the clouds. The peaks stood behind the mountains, and the highest peak soared into the clouds, and it was impossible to tell how high it was.

Above Fang Wang's head, there were white cranes guiding the direction. Following this row of white cranes, he landed on a vast open space, where Zhou Xue was already waiting.

After landing, Fang Wang held the flying sword in his backhand and glanced around. In addition to the Taiyuan Sect disciple guarding the front, there were a total of 16 examinees here, and each of them looked extraordinary.

Gu Li glanced at Fang Wang and didn't pay much attention. She remembered that this kid was running on foot, and his family was not very well-off. At least he would not pose a threat to her next goal.

Zhou Xue walked to Fang Wang and praised him, "So fast, I thought you would need some time to adapt."

Fang Wang smiled and said, "It took a while."

The two stood together and whispered to each other, while the others scattered around and did not get close to each other.

Time continued to pass.

One by one, the immortal cultivators passed through the fog and landed on this open space. Fang Wang noticed that the weakest one had the aura of the fifth level of the Qi Cultivation Realm, which made him feel deeply moved.

No wonder the treatment here is higher, all of them are top students.

An hour later.

The number of disciples here has exceeded fifty, and Fang Wang was secretly shocked.

There are fifty people here alone, plus the people who passed before, at least five hundred people have passed the entrance examination. This is just Taiyuan Town. Taiyuan City must recruit more disciples, thousands of disciples every five years?

"This is why I chose Taiyuan Sect. A hundred years later, Taiyuan Sect will become the strongest sect in Daqi."

Zhou Xue's voice came, using the sound transmission technique, and Fang Wang couldn't help turning his head to look at her.

The strongest sect?

Fang Wang believed it. After all, Zhou Xue was a reborn person, and he was looking forward to his years of cultivation in Taiyuan Sect.

After a while, a white crane fell from the sky, and a short and fat old man was lying on the back of the crane. Fang Wang had noticed this white crane before, but he didn't find anyone on its back.

The white crane landed, and the short and fat old man slowly sat up. Although he was wearing the Taoist robe of Taiyuan Sect, he looked out of place, very lazy, and had no immortal style.

As soon as he saw the other party's temperament, Fang Wang directly labeled him as a master in his heart.

This person must be very strong!

The short and fat old man pinched his beard, glanced at everyone present, and then smiled: "Not bad, not bad, a total of 52 people, it seems that my Taiyuan Sect is going to be revived. You can come here and become disciples of the Taiyuan Sect."

"In the Taiyuan Sect, the treatment and status can be divided into outer disciples, inner disciples, branch disciples, sword-wielding disciples and direct disciples from low to high. Outer disciples and inner disciples can also choose a lineage to practice, but they have to start with menial tasks. Branch disciples can directly choose a master on the peak of the lineage you choose."

Everyone listened attentively, and the short and fat old man smiled with satisfaction.

"Let me introduce myself first. I am the elder of a lineage. You can call me the Sleepy Immortal. Don't think my name is ridiculous. In the world of cultivating immortals, it is a great reputation."

The short and fat old man, that is, the Sleepy Immortal, smiled proudly.

A young man in blue showed admiration and worship, and bowed his hands and said: "I have heard of the reputation of the sleepy master. Legend has it that in the great war between good and evil a hundred years ago, you, with a sword, entered the ancient demon mountain and killed more than a thousand demons. That battle greatly reduced the morale of the demons, and peace came early."

When the sleepy master heard this, he couldn't help but raise his chin and look at people with his nose.

Gu Li glanced at the young man in blue. Although she had a veil on her face, her eyes still showed obvious contempt.

Most people had an admiring look on their faces, and it was obvious that they heard this legend for the first time.

Fang Wang secretly said, as expected, he is really a master!

He is probably one of the best in Taiyuan Sect. He looks lazy at ordinary times, but he must be very fierce at critical moments.

"Okay, back to business, you have become branch disciples, and now you can compete for sword disciples and direct disciples." The sleepy master coughed and said seriously.

A woman couldn't help asking, "Can we compete directly for a direct disciple? None of the nine major sects have such a precedent."

The other children of the noble families all whispered and seemed very excited.

The sleepy master said proudly, "It was like this before, but it will be different in the future. Taiyuan Sect broke the old rules to help geniuses grow better. You are all in the Qi-nourishing Realm. You can compete now. Those who want to become direct disciples can stand up and fight all the others alone. If you win, you can become a direct disciple, and the five best performers can become sword-bearing disciples."

Fight everyone alone!

As soon as these words came out, everyone quieted down.

Fang Wang couldn't help but glance at Zhou Xue, asking with his eyes whether he wanted to compete.

Zhou Xue nodded slowly, but her brows were slightly frowned, obviously unexpected.

Could it be that this guy was not a disciple of Taiyuan Sect in his previous life?

Fang Wang couldn't help complaining in his heart, and he began to suspect that Zhou Xue had ulterior motives for Taiyuan Sect.

Gu Li asked, "May I ask the elder, if more than one person wants to be a direct disciple, who will fight everyone alone?"

This remark caused more than a dozen people to nod, and those who dared to nod were all full of confidence.

The sleepy master smiled and said, "It depends on you. Direct disciples have the power to enforce and manage disciples of the same lineage, and must have the ability to convince others."

Gu Li immediately stepped forward and said, "My name is Gu Li, from the Gu family in Luobei. I have been cultivating for twelve years and have reached the ninth level of the Yangqi realm. I have learned the Five Saints Sword Technique from my father Gu Tianxiong. I want to be a direct disciple. Who disagrees?"

Luobei Gu family!

Most of the people present were moved, which made Fang Wang curious. How strong is the Luobei Gu family?

The black-clothed man wearing a bamboo hat folded his hands in front of his chest and snorted, "Luobei Gu family is indeed qualified, so let you go. I want to see if the Five Saints Sword Technique can overwhelm enemies of the same realm."

After he said this, no one dared to stand up.

Fang Wang sighed in his heart, wondering when the Nanqiu Fang family would be so powerful?

"Come on, there are benefits that you can't imagine for a direct disciple. My physical qualifications are not as good as yours. I have many opportunities to fight for, but you are different. You can't always rely on me on your path to immortality, unless you also want to become a demon. As for the Luobei Gu family, it will be destroyed in at most 20 years, and it can't threaten you!" Zhou Xue's voice transmission came.

Fang Wang had been prepared for a long time, and he would stand up without Zhou Xue's urging, but Zhou Xue's words made him feel less burdened.

After thinking about it, Fang Wang stood up and said, "I don't agree!"

All eyes fell on him, making his heart tremble, but he still pretended to be calm and stared at Gu Li calmly.