However, even so, the registered monk in the Spiritual Silence Stage had a better attitude, even a bit of flattery: "So it's you, Senior. Please go over there and take a rest. When everyone has registered, someone will take you up the mountain. As long as you pass some tests, you will naturally become fellow disciples. When the time comes, please take good care of me, Senior Sister."

The man's words were pleasant, and in a blink of an eye, he even called her senior sister.

"Oh, what's your name?" Yang Lan'er accepted the man's kindness frankly, and she also understood that her identity as a Jindan cultivator made people have to take her seriously.

"My name is Guo Huai, Xiaoqing, take this senior sister there." Guo Huai smiled and let someone lead the way.

Guo Huai? Xiao Qing? Oh my god, this eunuch who replaced the emperor with a cat was mixed with Miss Qing from the Legend of the White Snake? Well, what kind of style is this? Yang Lan'er was already bored to a certain extent, and her imagination was so wild.

"Senior, please follow me." The girl named Xiaoqing was not very old, and her pretty face still showed obvious childishness. Her cultivation had just reached the foundation stage, and she looked like a handyman for this mission.

Guo Huai dared to call Yang Lan'er senior sister because he knew that Yang Lan'er would definitely get in. The so-called test was just a formality. If a fourth-level alchemist couldn't enter the Medicine King Hall, then no one would be able to enter this time. The admission standards of the Medicine King Hall were not so high.

However, Guo Huai had already reached the spiritual silence stage, so he could naturally please others and become a peer.

But she was just a young cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, and she would never dare to call a Jindan cultivator her senior sister. Those who could come out to do this task were all smart people and understood the ways of the world very well.

Yang Lan'er was led by Xiaoqing onto a maple leaf-shaped flying vehicle. There was a spacious space on it with tables and chairs, and someone was serving her spiritual tea.

She casually found an empty table and sat down. Yang Lan'er couldn't help but wonder. It seemed that the Medicine King Hall was indeed very favorable to the alchemists who wanted to join! Fortunately, she didn't go to the other two teams to look for trouble, otherwise, she would only be able to watch others enjoy themselves.

Drinking the unknown spiritual tea without being picky, Yang Lan'er looked up at her team. There were only about a hundred people behind her. They were all registered quickly and boarded the aircraft.

The spiritual monk named Guo Huai collected the information, boarded the Maple Leaf aircraft, and then drove the aircraft into flight, flying towards the Medicine King Mountains.

Yang Lan'er sat on the edge of the aircraft. She looked out and saw the long dragon below. It was really long!

Especially the team of young people under the age of 25 who wanted to directly join the mountain gate and embark on the path of cultivation. Yang Lan'er looked from top to bottom and could not see the end.

Because these people have to measure their spiritual roots before entering the mountain gate, the inspection is even slower. No wonder they take half a month to recruit disciples each time. With so many people, it would take more than half a month to complete the spiritual root testing! Only those with spiritual roots are eligible to enter the next stage of selection. Those without spiritual roots will return directly the same way. Reality is so cruel.

Yang Lan'er couldn't help but feel fortunate that she didn't need to pay homage to the mountain gate to embark on the path of cultivation. Otherwise, if she was examined and was found to have five kinds of mixed spiritual roots, she would directly become a discarded child.

Once again feeling fortunate that she had made the right choice from the beginning, Yang Lan'er calmly followed the Maple Leaf aircraft to the Medicine King Mountains.

Speaking of this kind of aircraft, the shape is the key, and the basic formation will hardly change much. Aircraft of the same level will have almost the same speed, it all depends on the appearance.

Yang Lan'er thought that the maple leaf-shaped chair she was sitting on was very nice.

When Yang Lan'er thought about the fact that Qin Muyan actually gave her a peach blossom-shaped flying magic weapon, which was of spiritual weapon level, before leaving, her eyebrows and eyes twitched wildly. The pink color almost blinded her eyes.

He actually refined a peach blossom for her? What kind of appreciation level does this man have!

However, when she thought of the peach blossom marked with Qin Muyan, Yang Lan'er did not deny that she was still overwhelmed by the sweetness. She couldn't help but complain that she was just being spoiled by Qin Muyan. Well, actually, she was a little shy.

With a boyfriend who is an expert in weapon refining, Yang Lan'er feels that she is quite wealthy. It seems that Qin Muyan has also refined an exquisite magic weapon for her, which is also a genuine spiritual weapon, more exquisite than the one that Hang Ziyan wanted to give her.

Suddenly, Yang Lan'er felt that she was particularly rich. Of course, she was the kind of rich woman who was too rich to dare to use her wealth. She was not as straightforward and simple as Hang Ziyan, so the result of thinking too much was that she could not find the opportunity to use it.

In fact, it was Yang Lan'er who mentioned by chance the wealthy background of Hang Ziyan and Fang Haofan, and also inadvertently mentioned the magic house that Hang Ziyan was going to give her. After a while of blah blah, Qin Muyan personally took action and refined a lot of things and threw them to Yang Lan'er to play with.

Yang Lan'er was very happy to receive such a gift, but she couldn't remember why at all. She thought Qin Muyan just wanted to give it to her.

Of course, what Yang Lan'er likes most is the top-grade spiritual robe on her body. It is excellent in defense, and most importantly, the style is also good.

The robes that Yang Lan'er wore before were all the lowest-grade ones she bought. They were not even considered robes at all. Naturally, they were easily damaged when she went out. Even if she had space for a large bundle, it was sometimes not enough.

Now, with the spiritual weapon-level robes, Yang Lan'er doesn't have to worry about exposing herself unless she encounters something particularly strange, such as the Chaos Fire.

To refine a robe into a high-level magic weapon, just like a magic house, a lot of materials are wasted, but the results are not very significant. Although the robe is much more applicable than the magic house, overall, not many people are willing to buy it so extravagantly.

The most important thing is that there is a price but no demand for it. Even if you have spirit stones, you may not be able to buy it. Ordinary weapon refining masters will not be so painstaking as to refine robes, and low-level weapon refiners cannot do so. Therefore, this distorted market has been created, so that even though Yang Lan'er wanted to buy a better one in the past, she had never seen one.

Stroking her sleeves, Yang Lan'er raised the corner of her mouth. With the space for the earrings, all the magic weapons on her body were covered up as she wished, so others naturally couldn't see them.

The clothes that Yang Lan'er likes are not that complicated. At first glance, they are much simpler and seem a bit low-end, but they are actually low-key luxury.

What is popular in the world of cultivation now is various complicated palace costumes and fairy costumes. When female cultivators wear them, they look ethereal, graceful and beautiful like fairies.

There are only two chapters today. It's so cold! My fingers are completely frozen in this weather. They won't obey me. What should I do?