Fang Ling didn't take it seriously at the first family of Heifeng Mountain. He looked at the boy and finally smiled and said, "You should succeed."

While the two of them were talking, they came to a huge square. The square seemed to be a mountain, but at this time they were directly flattened by someone using their huge magic power.

"This is the primary election platform. I heard from my grandfather that there was no such place in Zhenhuan Palace back then. It was a Yuanying ancestor who found that there was no place to stand for the selection of disciples, so he directly leveled the mountain with a flying sword."

Liu Yuanhao's eyes looked at the platform, and his words were filled with sincere respect for the ancestor.

Fang Ling didn't say anything. He just took a light look at the platform and continued to walk forward.

"Brother Fang, why are you not waiting at the primary election platform?" Liu Yuanhao asked with a hint of confusion when he saw Fang Ling leaving.

Fang Ling did not look back, but said lightly: "I want to go up the mountain to see someone."

What he pointed to was the main peak of Zhenhuan Palace, and it was also the place he was going to go this time.

Two disciples of Zhenhuan Palace wearing white robes were checking the number of people on the platform. Seeing Fang Ling walking towards them, their faces suddenly showed an impatient look.

It is not a good job to store young disciples, and it is not a good job to be assigned to the two of them.

What's more, these young boys are just some ants to be chosen in their eyes. If they make them uncomfortable, they can punish them at will.

"You, find me a place to slap myself ten times, otherwise you will be disqualified from entering Zhenhuan Palace!" The person who spoke was a mid-stage foundation-building monk who looked over 20 years old, wearing the service of Zhenhuan Palace.

Fang Ling still strides forward. He didn't care about the fingers and strokes of the foundation-building monk at all.

In fact, let alone this in charge of affairs, even in this world, there are not many people who can keep him in mind.

In front of so many young men who were about to join Zhenhuan Palace, he encountered a soft nail, which made the face of the talking monk change. He has been a grandson in Zhenhuan Palace for so many years, but now he has finally become the one who controls the life and death of these young men.

How can you be willing to become a laughing stock for others before you establish your authority?

So he rushed towards Fang Ling without thinking. He saw him wave his palm and cursed angrily: "Grandpa told you to stop, but you didn't hear it, right?"

The slap came very quickly, and for those young people who were about to join the Zhenhuan Palace, they could not avoid it.

Unfortunately, he really picked the wrong person this time. Before his finger hit Fang Ling, Fang Ling's foot had already kicked him.

Although Fang Ling showed mercy, this disciple of Zhenhuan Palace still flew out like a rag bag.

"You... dare you to commit crimes? Today, I will not only cancel your qualification to enter the Zhenhuan Palace, but also take you, a little boy, into the ice prison, so that you can endure the pain of the thirty days of ice soul freezing!"

As an outer disciple of Zhenhuan Palace, he was beaten by a disciple who had not yet entered the school.

Although the disciple of Zhenhuan Palace felt that this was mainly his carelessness. But in front of so many people, he still felt that he had lost face.

While cursing, he soared into the air. He pinched the magic trick in his hand and chopped down at Fang Ling.

This axe-shaped magic weapon turned into half a foot in the void. The cold light shone, making the young men who were about to enter the Zhenhuan Palace look cold.

Although Liu Yuanhao and the others have practiced since childhood, no one has reached the foundation-building stage and naturally cannot use magic tools.

However, they knew very well about the power of magic weapons. They knew better that with their current cultivation level, if they could match magic weapons.

There is only one way to die.

Although Liu Yuanhao knew that this person was not when he was talking, he couldn't help but say in surprise: "Brother Fang, be careful."

Just as he was talking, on the high platform a hundred feet away, three real people of Jindan stood proudly there. They were one woman and two men. Among them, the woman had the middle stage of Nascent Soul cultivation, and was also the strongest among the three.

When the woman saw the disciple using magic weapons, she snorted coldly, "Using magic weapons to a Qi-training disciple, a good disciple taught by Senior Brother Li!"

As soon as she said this, the two men standing beside her looked at each other without saying a word.

Although they have a good relationship with Senior Sister Jiang, they are unwilling to offend Senior Brother Li.

The woman also understood what the two men thought and snorted coldly: "Although the young man needs lessons to be taught by disrespectful elders, he cannot take his life."

While speaking, he patted his small Qiankun bag and a long white silk rolled towards the axe.

The Chang Ling was not fast, but the two men standing beside him admired the woman a little more. They had already seen that when the axe was about to hurt Fang Ling's life, the Chang Ling would roll up the axe.

It not only taught the arrogant young man in their eyes that he was able to save his life, but all of this was due to his control of magic weapons.

Fang Ling had long noticed the Chang Ling, who might have arrived first, so when the axe was about to fall on his head, he did not move.

Instead, keep moving forward.

The deacon disciple who was kicked out by Fang Ling showed a look of horror on his face after his axe was surrounded by Changling.

He knew who Chang Ling was, and a trace of fear arose in his heart for a moment. After all, Uncle Ni was not in the way of dealing with his master. This time he fell into Uncle Ni's hands, and he was afraid he would be in danger.

Just when he was in fear, Fang Ling had already passed him and continued to move forward. In Fang Ling's eyes, he was really nothing.

Fang Ling looked at the mountains in the distance, but he was thinking about the situation where he saw Hua Shuying.

What should we look like when we see Hua Shuying? The two of us are endless joy, but we should be relatively speechless?

"You junior, you dare to make trouble in the process of recruiting disciples in Zhenhuan Palace. No matter whose junior you are, I will make the decision today, you cannot become a disciple of Zhenhuan Palace. Now, go down the mountain!"

The woman surnamed Ni also had no good feelings for Fang Ling who continued to move forward carelessly. She had already placed Fang Ling as a junior of a Jindan brother, but that didn't matter.

As long as she spoke, I believe that even if the senior brother was unhappy, he would not dare to do anything to him.

What's more, Ni Ying'er is not a person who is afraid of trouble. As long as she stands in the right way, she doesn't have to worry about anything else.

Fang Ling frowned, and waved his hand to Ni Ying'er who was blocking him and said, "You go and report it, and I'll see Hua Shuying."

Ni Ying'er really doesn't know who Hua Shuying is. After all, since Hua Shuying came to Zhenhuan Palace, she only has one name, that is, the God Concubine.

But Fang Ling was careless and as if he was instructing a servant, he made Ni Ying'er angry.

It is so bold that a young man dares to talk to him like this.

Ni Ying'er, who was angry in her heart, snorted coldly: "Things that don't know how to advance or retreat, today the Japanese real person will let you hit a hundred python whip first, so that you can know the rules of my shaking the universe."

Liu Yuanhao's heartbeat was thumping. At this time, he and Fang Ling were worried.

It would be fine if you had a conflict with a foundation-building disciple who was responsible for selection, but this elder brother even offended a real person from Jindan.

Their selection is responsible for the Jindan Zhenren. Now, this Jindan Zhenren Zhenren is going to hit Brother Fang with a hundred python whip. What should I do?

Although the Liu family in Heifeng Mountain is not a big cultivation family, he still knows the power of the one hundred python whip.

That is the punishment that can kill a foundation-building monk. Can this elder brother hold on?

Just when Liu Yuanhao was worried, a foundation-building monk who followed Ni Ying'er had already sacrificed the golden dragon rope to take over the people.

Two golden lights, as fast as lightning, flew towards Fang Ling.

Ni Ying'er looked at the flying golden dragon rope and showed a smile on her face. She thought to herself that these disciples were still sensible, and it would be too much of a loss if she took the kid personally.

But what happened next made her stunned. When the two golden dragons asked to approach Fang Ling, they fell directly to the ground.

Looking at the golden dragon rope flashing underground, and looking at Fang Ling who was still walking forward calmly, Ni Ying'er realized that she was thinking a little simple at this moment.

At this time, she began to observe Fang Ling carefully.

Under her gaze full of exploration, the young man in green seemed to be nothing special, and was no different from those ordinary Qi-training monks.

But when she shrouded Xiang Fang Ling with her mind, she felt like a huge pool in front of her. Although it was calm and quiet, she could not calculate the depth of the pool.

What kind of person is this!

Although she was a little hesitant, her arrogance as the real person of Jindan, Zhenhuan Palace made her make the choice she should not make in her life.

As she pinched her magic tricks, her long white silk rolled directly towards Fang Ling. This long silk was made by her collected thousands of years of ice silk and was most suitable for capturing her opponents.

But the long silk from Jingtian fell to the ground the moment it flew to Fang Ling.

Ni Ying'er felt her mind tremble even more, as if something had penetrated directly into her mind.

This made her very shocked. In addition to the discomfort of being damaged, she also had a judgment on the identity of the person in front of her.

This is not a disciple who enters the mountain gate at all. This... this is a cultivator with a far greater cultivation level than himself. Could it be that this person is the Ancestor of the Nascent Soul?

Thinking of the Nascent Soul Ancestor, a trace of fear arose in Ni Ying'er's heart, but then, this fear was replaced by the annoyance of losing all face.

So what about the ancestor of the Nascent Soul? Zhenhuan Palace is not without the ancestor of the Nascent Soul. The Supreme Master of the Zhenhuan Palace has even reached the legendary half-step powerful state. Zhenhuan Palace is the in-laws of the Hantian Gate. Whoever dares to provoke is death!

"The powerful enemy invades, rings the green jade bell!" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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