Wan Ling chuckled: "Master, you are being so tactful. He will not only be the last one, but he will be a burden and a shame to the entire Chiyan Peak. But he is very good at fighting. He fights for fighting, not for forging. I have a feeling that he will become the best and worst fighting disciple of Chiyan Peak in the future."
Gu Qingxi: "..." The profoundness of words is like this. Although they are both fighting, the meanings are completely different. She also understood what Wan Ling meant in an instant.
If Miao Xin really joined Chiyan Peak, she would probably become the last one in forging and the best one in fighting.
Gu Qingxi didn't even want to watch Miao Xin's test, because with Miao Xin's qualifications, she would definitely pass the test and the sect's assessment, and finally join the sect. With such talent, after joining a large sect, she chose to join Chiyan Peak, which mainly forged auxiliary forging. Gu Qingxi could imagine the regret and pain of the other peak masters of Wanquan Sect, as well as the pride of the peak master of Chiyan Peak at the beginning and the madness later.
Forget it, the scene is too beautiful to think about.
Gu Qingxi wandered around and looked at the sect where Gong Moyu was queuing from a distance.
It was also a large sect, a top-grade sect called Jinyang Sect.
There were ten soul-testing instruments in front of the Jinyang Sect's booth, and each soul-testing instrument was guarded by two powerful disciples. It was obvious from the posture that they were
a wealthy and powerful sect. Because there were soul-testing instruments, although the queue was long, the test was also very fast.
Soon it was Gong Moyu's turn. When he placed his hand on the soul-testing instrument and injected spiritual power, the white light on the soul-testing instrument was very dazzling.
The disciple in charge of registration exclaimed: "Mutated thunder spirit root, super-top spirit root."
This white light and this exclamation made the place explode.
Gong Moyu was immediately led to other places by the disciples of this sect for subsequent tests.
Gu Qingxi smiled slightly, knowing that Gong Moyu had embarked on his own path of cultivation, she felt relieved and turned around to continue strolling in the open space.
At the disciple-recruiting ceremony, some people were happy and some were worried.
Some people successfully joined the sect of their choice and were overjoyed.
Some people did not meet the spiritual root requirements and could not join the sect, and their faces were full of worries.
Gu Qingxi was strolling around casually, and her eyes were suddenly attracted by the display in a corner.
In a remote corner, there was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old. In front of him was a shabby table. The legs of the table were probably shaky, because she saw that one of the legs of the table was supported by a stone to maintain balance.
On the table was an old baby fist-sized spirit-testing instrument. This should be the smallest and coldest of all the spirit-testing instruments present.
The young man was greeting the passers-by enthusiastically:
"Young Master, do you want to take a test? Our sect has a bright future and good benefits."
"Fellow Daoist, do you want to join our sect? Our sect is very quiet."
"Fellow Daoist, please stay. Do you want to take a test of your spiritual roots? It's free."
Gu Qingxi was silent after listening to these words.
These words made Gu Qingxi feel one word: miserable. Two words: fooling.
Because no matter how enthusiastically the young man greeted the passers-by, no one paid attention to him, not even looking at him, let alone stopping to say a few words to him.
This should be a small sect without a grade.
Gu Qingxi originally didn't intend to pay attention and continued to stroll, but after seeing the name of the sect, he stopped.
Because there were three words written on a sign next to the table: Tianqing Sect.
Wan Ling also saw it: "Ah, Master, Master, this Tianqing Sect has the same name as the Tianqing Sect where you are, Master."
Gu Qingxi's heart moved, raised his foot and walked towards the young man.
The boy was still trying hard to greet passers-by. Although no one paid attention to him, this did not reduce his enthusiasm.
When Gu Qingxi stood in front of him, he was stunned, and then he introduced his sect to Gu Qingxi enthusiastically: "Girl, do you want to see our sect? Our sect is small and quiet, with good welfare and a promising future. And you can test your spiritual roots for free."
Wan Ling couldn't help but complain: "I can tolerate the first few nonsense, but I really can't tolerate the last one. It sounds like other sects need money to test spiritual roots."
Gu Qingxi smiled slightly and asked, "Where is your Tianqing Sect located?"
The young man thought it was a good idea, so he quickly moved out a chair, wiped it with his sleeve, and asked Gu Qingxi to sit down, then said, "Our Tianqing Sect is of course located in Tianqing Mountain. Tianqing Mountain is beautiful, with lakes at the foot of the mountain, streams on the mountain, and a large waterfall. There are countless flying birds, and the scenery is beautiful. And there are many peach trees in the back mountain of our sect. You can enjoy the flowers in spring and eat peaches in summer."
Gu Qingxi's heart trembled slightly. Could it really be that Tianqing Mountain?
Gu Qingxi asked again: "How many days have you been here?"
Each disciple-recruiting ceremony lasts for a long time, not ten days or half a month, but basically lasts for three months or even half a year.
Because many of the people who come to participate in the disciple-recruiting ceremony are mortals, they come from far away, which is time-consuming and laborious, and it may take a long time to get here. So each disciple-recruiting ceremony will last for a long time.
"As for me, I've only been here for three to five days." When saying this, the boy's eyes dodged and he lacked confidence.
Obviously, this three to five days is a lot of water. It is very likely that a ten should be added at the end, and it will be thirty to fifty days.
Gu Qingxi did not expose the truth, but continued to ask: "Have you received any disciples?"
The young man was too embarrassed to lie this time, and said with a chuckle: "Not yet, but I should be able to receive one."
Gu Qingxi smiled slightly: "I also believe that you can receive one. I have some intention."
When the young man heard what Gu Qingxi said, his eyes lit up: "Really? Miss, are you interested in joining our sect? Our sect is really good, with few people and quietness, good benefits, and a promising future..."
Gu Qingxi smiled without saying a word, stretched out her finger and gently placed it on the spirit-testing instrument on the table. After inputting spiritual power, white light exploded.
The young man widened his eyes in astonishment, and then his whole body quickly fell on the table to block the white light. He was screaming in his heart, God, such a strong white light, such a good qualification, can't be seen by other sects.
Gu Qingxi smiled and said: "If I want to join your sect, am I qualified?"
The young man trembled and nodded, "Qualified, qualified, very qualified!"
Gu Qingxi said again: "But you know, sects want to recruit disciples with good qualifications. Disciples also want to join good sects. I want to go to your sect first to see if it is as good as you said, and then I will decide to join, okay?"
The young man widened his eyes.
How could this work? If he really went to see it, wouldn't the words he just said be exposed?
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