Chapter 187 Is it a joke?
The gate of the sub-rudder of the Lingxiao sword pavilion is closed all year round.
Within a year, it will only be opened once at the beginning of the assessment.
Today is not a formal assessment, only registration and testing, Xin Yan can only take a few people in through the side door.
The bustling young leaders came from all counties of the Great Qin Empire, and lined up in endless queues like long dragons.
“so many people……”
“The attraction of the Lingxiao sword pavilion is really extraordinary.”
“I’m afraid that there will be tens of thousands of people. This is only today. The registration time is said to have been going on for several days.”
Many teenagers were slightly surprised to see such a battle.
Lin Yun was not surprised. The threshold for reaching the four congenital acupuncture points before the age of seventeen is not low.
But if you look at the Great Qin Empire, with more than 100 counties, and a vast population, the scene in front of you seems normal.
There is a long line, and I don’t know when it will be in line, but these young people dare not presumptuously.
Many eyes fell on Lin Yun and his group, all showing envy.
“Who are they, there is no need to line up?”
“It’s the seed quota. It is said that Lingxiao Jiange has seed quotas in every county. In addition, before the start of the assessment, the good seedlings will be intercepted outside Qintian County in advance, and other sects will not be snatched.”
“What privileges are there?”
“In fact, there are not many privileges. The biggest advantage is to be strong with the great sect in advance. You also know that before entering the sect, you can find a backer, and the benefit is not much.”
“What if you offend someone?”
“Haha, that would be miserable. After entering the clan, you can chop wood, carry water, and splash dung. A bunch of mess can make you want to die.”
When several teenagers heard these discussions, their eyebrows were dazzling.
Xin Yan smiled faintly in front: “Don’t raise your tail, the seed quota is just a quota, but there is no guarantee that you will definitely enter the High Peak sword pavilion, but it’s just avoiding some trouble.”
“Hee hee, senior sister, don’t worry, worry-free will definitely not shame you. I am determined to enter the Lingxiao sword pavilion.”
Li Wuyou’s words made Xin Yan a little smile on her face, and she giggled.
Several people were intercepted in advance by her carefully selected in the desert of Mobei.
If she couldn’t enter the sect, it would really hurt her face.
Don’t look at her carelessly, she actually cares too tightly.
Suddenly an angry shout came from the front: “I can’t even hold the sword securely. What do you come to my Lingxiao sword pavilion? I don’t care how talented your cultivation base is. After being hit by me, I can’t hold it firmly, so I gotta fuck, Ling The Heavenly Sword Pavilion does not accept waste. Get out of here, lest you lose the face of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion.”
“Next!”
“How did you cultivate? The Lingyuan is actually so loose. Your cultivation base is on a wild road. Your congenital foundation is unstable. Where is there any future in the future? Let’s go.”
“Next.”
“Your bones are a bit too close, you only have the second grade of the spirit body, let’s go down.”
“Next.”
“The root talent cultivation base is not bad, but this martial arts soul is not suitable for kendo training. If you sign up for a different sect, you will not delay the future of the Lingxiao sword pavilion.”
“Yes, after picking me up, the sword strength can be guaranteed to be 90%. Hey, the kid will report this in three days.”
In a large hall, a middle-aged man, holding a wooden sword, tested the applicants who were waiting in line for the assessment.
Lin Yun was secretly shocked by the harsh tone and demanding requirements.
Has the second spirit body been eliminated?
Lin Yun was thoughtful, his roots have not been tested, but he would definitely not be much better.
Without the exquisite Qiqiao Pill left by Su Ziyao, it would not even be possible to break through the acquired realm.
If he is full of calculations, he is also top-notch mortal body.
If you have come, you will be at ease. If you can’t pass the standards of the Lingxiao sword pavilion, you can’t pass the threshold of Xuantianzong.
Only Qin Tian Academy can accept him.
In that place, regardless of origin and talent, you can join as long as you pass the test.
“Elder Luo Feng, these are some seedlings I picked from the Mobei Wasteland, please take a look.”
Just thinking about something, Xin Yan took the six teenagers straight to the platform in front of the hall.
There was a black-haired old man sitting there, wearing a purple robe, and his sword was as heavy as a mountain, giving people an unfathomable feeling.
Around him, there are some elders of the High Heaven sword pavilion, all of them feel terrifying.
Luo Feng looked over, and several people suddenly felt like they were being pierced by a long sword.
His vision fell on Li Wuyou first, and he nodded and smiled: “This little baby is not bad… Hey, so strong half-step sword intent, almost forming a complete sword intent.”
Suddenly, the old man’s eyes lit up and his eyes fell on Lin Yun.
Xin Yan smiled and said: “Elder Luo Feng, this is Lin Yun, not only has a high sense of kendo, but he has also cultivated the Thunder Yan combat body.”
Luo Feng looked around and asked the other elders: “Everyone, what do you think.”
“Yes, all these people can give seed spots.”
“Xinyan’s vision is indeed okay.”
At this moment, another group of people came over, followed by several teenagers.
The leader with sword eyebrows and star eyes, handsome appearance, extraordinary temperament, about eighteen or nine years old, his body is as sharp as a sword, his breath is dignified and strong, giving people an unfathomable feeling.
He is also a strong man in the Xuanwu realm!
Lin Yun was slightly shocked, in the four transcendent sects, the basaltic realm turned out to be so common.
Xinyan saw this person, her complexion changed slightly, and she said faintly, “Brother Wang Yan.”
“Hehe, is this the person that Junior Sister Xinyan is looking for? There is a group of crooked melons, and there is not even a leader in the Xuanwu realm. I said that the seed quota is only for people from the clan, why waste it on other irrelevant. People.”
The person here looked arrogant and didn’t give Xin Yan a bit of affection, and criticized Lin Yun and the others for nothing.
Lin Yun looked over, and the six or seven teenagers behind him were at least in the realm of the seven congenital orifices.
One of them even reached the terrifying basalt realm, which made people very surprised.
But this was not what surprised Lin Yun.
What really surprised him was that there was a person standing beside Wang Yan.
Surprisingly, he has a deep grudge against him, Wang Clan Wang Ning!
In the Qingyun sect, the opponent and him formed a beam, and the grievances in the Qingyang realm were further deepened.
Unexpectedly, when he came to this imperial capital, Bai Lixuan didn’t meet him, but first met Wang Ning.
I haven’t seen each other for two months, but the other party’s cultivation base is getting deeper and deeper.
As soon as Lin Yun raised his head, his gaze coincided with the opponent.
There was a wry smile in my heart right now.
When Wang Ning saw Lin Yun, he was obviously taken aback, with a look of shock in his eyes. Like hell, wondering if I am mistaken.
But Qing Yunzong wanted to kill Lin Yun, and he was so familiar with this face.
“You sword slave, you are not dead!”
After returning to his senses, Wang Ning couldn’t help showing a grinning smile. This Lin Yun dared to come to the Lingxiao sword pavilion to sign up.
Wang Ning suddenly made a sound, and both Xin Yan and the elders of the Lingxiao sword pavilion who were present seemed a little surprised.
“what happened?”
Wang Yan frowned slightly and said, this place is not as good as Wang Ning’s words, and if he speaks rashly, it is no distinction between inferiority and inferiority!
“Brother, he is Lin Yun, and he is the one in the Qingyang world who injured Uncle Po. This guy is a trash, and his roots are notoriously poor in the Qingyun Sect. Can this kind of person give seeds?” Wang Ning Quickly put the whole story behind one by one.
“Lin Yun?”
What sounded Wang Yan, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly: “Are you sure that his roots are waste bodies?”
“It’s true that he didn’t want him in the Azure Cloud Sect at the time. He has been a sword slave for two years and stayed behind.”
Wang Yan burst into laughter suddenly: “Sister Xinyan, you really dare to bring anyone, you almost made a big joke.”
Below the platform, there was an uproar in a long queue.
“Sword slave?”
“The Sword Slave can also get the seed quota. Are we not even as good as the Sword Slave!”
“This Lingyun sword pavilion is too bullying.”
“The four transcendent sects have never heard of such ridiculous things.”
Obviously, for them, there is something unbalanced in their hearts.