In the Wentian Hall, the six direct disciples of the sect leader, headed by Mo Qingfeng, each stood in front of the group of disciples they led. The seventh-level disciples stood in staggered positions, filling the huge chessboard of the Wentian Hall like densely packed chess pieces. Jin Ziye led him to death.

Cang Lan entered through the side door, walked around the edge of the crowd to find where the seventh-level disciples were gathering, and ordered him to stand at the end and say nothing.

No one looked at Mie Canglan, but they stood close together. For a moment, Mie Canglan couldn't stand among the group. So Mie Canglan lowered his figure and slowly squeezed through the crowd, trying to get through.

Wherever he passed, Mie Canglan could clearly hear dissatisfied tsk-tsk-tutting and low voices, and those young men were disgusted with making noises as if they were rubbed by something they didn't like.

Mie Canglan finally stood where the crowd was drowning, and Jin Ziye ignored him as he brought him here. He walked towards Mo Qingfeng in a few steps, nodded and whispered, "Senior Brother, there is something..."

"We'll talk about it after the physical examination is over." Mo Qingfeng's handsome face showed no trace of wavering, and was as hard as ice. He did everything meticulously and without any confusion. Jin Ziye knew his senior brother's temperament, so he pursed his lips and said nothing.

, bowed his head and retreated to the last place in the row of fellow disciples.

Mo Qingfeng looked around the hall, his clear eyes were like lightning, which was about to burst out of the sky in a short while. He was born with an intimidating aura, which made people look at him and not dare to act or speak. But when he saw that all the disciples had arrived, Mo Qingfeng almost

Stepping into the center of Wentian Hall, he turned around and bowed his head to the silver-white gauze curtain above the golden steps of the hall, "All the disciples have arrived. Please give me your instructions, sect leader."

There was no wind in the hall, but the silver-white gauze curtain was slowly undulating like water ripples. The corner of the curtain swayed slightly, and a faint human figure appeared in the undulating light. I could see the outline but not the appearance, but there was an invisible and shocking feeling.

Out of the curtain, straight into the hearts of everyone, you can see the man with a high crown and robe, and there seems to be a faint sound of fairy music lingering in the windless place.

As soon as the figure appeared, everyone in the Wentian Hall, led by the seven great masters, and the seventh-level disciples stood in groups, all bowed respectfully to the figure above the high level and inside the curtain, "See you, sect leader."

The leader of the Qinglian Sect, Tian Zhi, is famous for his profound cultivation and is famous all over the world. However, the disciples in the sect cannot see the true face of the sect leader. Only his seven direct disciples and the most outstanding disciples in the sect who are regarded as successors can secretly see each other.

Seeing that the sky is now hidden behind the curtain, the voice of the middle-aged man Shen Ya spreads to the whole hall when he raises his voice slightly, "You must pay attention to your physical examination today. According to my calculation of the cultivation level of the disciples in the sect, how many should be there?"

An outstanding person can come under your seat again."

Each of the seven great masters has their own disciples, except for the third-level disciple master. And this time the physical examination, there should be other disciples who are also qualified to be among the disciples. God knows that he has always been very concerned about the matter of master transmission.

I was cautious, so I came to supervise the inspection in person.

Mo Qingfeng said respectfully, "Disciple understands." But when he saw the clear light inside the silver-white curtain, like mist scattering, Mo Qingfeng understood in his heart, turned around and waved his cloud sleeves lightly and said, "Let's get started."

The disciples in the sect have different moods. Some are eager to know how much progress they have made, while others are self-reliant and don't care. In short, all of them are moved in their hearts and are just waiting for their master to check their skills. Among them are the first-level disciples led by Mo Qingfeng.

Naturally, everyone is calm. They know that even if their skills are slightly flawed, they are still the best in this sect. They just secretly speculate that someone who has greatly improved their skills can become the master's direct disciple. If so, it will be even more difficult.

Different from others, his face is more glorious in this sect.

Except for that year, the other six instructors were accompanied by a re-disciple who had become a disciple, accompanying them to check the disciples' skills. For a moment, the disciples of all levels dispersed, clear light overflowed, and mist rose in the Wentian Hall, as if they were in an illusion. They were all instructors.

Caused by the extraordinary Qi method.

Mie Canglan stood at the end of the seventh-level disciples. The clear light that had filled the entire hall could not shine on him. Only layers of figures covered him. However, he could still clearly see Jin Ziye walking in front of the group of disciples.

Shen Mingxin called him out and inspected his body. The two of them held hands, and with just one movement, their blood was connected. Jin Ziye could sense the structure of Shen Mingxin's body through his own true energy flow, and the accuracy of the energy refining.

He closed his eyes and a smile gradually appeared between his brows.

"Shen Mingxin," Jin Ziye suddenly closed his fingers, and the clear light that was tumbling all over his body suddenly fell, "you have become a sixth-level disciple, congratulations."

Shen Mingxin's eyebrows lit up, and he almost blurted out a laugh, but pretended to be elegant and swallowed it, saluting, "Thank you, mentor, for your cultivation."

All the seventh-level disciples behind him expressed their admiration, but their expressions of jealousy and admiration were mixed. Shen Ming did not intend to argue in detail, he just felt satisfied, twirled his hair and returned to the crowd. The young men around him gently gathered around him and whispered.

Jin Ziye smiled slightly and thought to himself that if Shen Mingxin kept improving, it would be okay to accept him as a further disciple in the future. But he also saw Shen Mingxin's ambition. He believed that his talent was good, and he was afraid that if he improved in the future, he would directly surpass Jin Ziye.

Ye, the last among the seven mentors, wants to take the seat of other senior brothers and sisters.

"If this is true, it can only be said that he is not a true cultivator yet..." Jin Ziye smiled bitterly in his heart, but on his face he continued to work and called the next disciple to continue checking his body.

Mie Canglan didn't know the meaning of standing here. He couldn't even touch the essence of Qi Refining and Clear Light, and he didn't even bother to touch the shadow of blessing. He just watched the teachers over there checking the disciples' bodies, or

Someone with a cheerful face or someone with depressed eyes are all just like the show of all sentient beings and have nothing to do with them.

Standing there for no reason, Mie Canglan felt that the residual dizziness he had just had surged up again. He must have been blocked by the crowd for a long time, and it was dark and airless, making his chest and brain feel suffocated again. As he was thinking to himself, the dizziness was getting worse and worse.

Clearly, a ball of natural cold air rolled up and down in his chest, a feeling like vomiting and a dull pain. The sudden onset made Mi Canglan feel uncomfortable in every way.

Mie Canglan's throat tightened, and he covered his stuffy chest and swallowed several times. The cold air in his chest surged even more fiercely. At the same time, scattered dots appeared in front of his eyes, black and red, and they gradually formed like eyes.

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"Mie Canglan, why are you shaking!" A young man in front felt Mie Canglan shaking. Regardless of his dizziness and instability, he pushed him back in disgust. Mie Canglan's feet weakened and he suddenly fell into the ice peak.

The inexplicable coldness in the middle surged forward again. When the young man pushed him with his hand, he immediately staggered and folded backwards. Behind him was the tall and heavy pillar of Wentian Palace, which hit the back of his head. Mie Canglan couldn't help but cry out.

With a sound, his head felt like a broken bell, which made a shattering sound when struck hard.

"Uh..." Mie Canglan felt uncomfortable all over, trembling with coldness. He couldn't stand for a moment. He slid down along the big pillar and pressed his hand on the ground to hold himself up. Although the young man who pushed him just now was confused.

, but didn’t feel any uneasiness at all. He didn’t realize that he seemed to have hurt someone, so he curled his lips and sighed and turned away.

Mie Canglan was even more blocked, kneeling on the ground and was submerged in the clear light and shadow of the hall. However, the black and red eyes in the hallucination were gathering more and more, like stars pouring down from the sky, and the feeling of nausea in his chest became more restless.

, the throat is wrapped with cold air, like ice needles stinging.

"What's wrong..." Mie Canglan's limbs were clamped by the sudden dizziness, and his whole body felt as cold as lead. At this moment, the silver-white gauze curtain at the highest point of Wentian Palace was gently lifted.

, the sect leader Tian who had already blurred the outline of his figure appeared again, and secretly raised his hand to twist his hair.

As soon as this action came out, Mo Qingfeng, who was checking half of the first-level disciples' bodies under the golden steps, was startled. He had received a message from the sect master's mind, "Why is there something unusual in the Wentian Palace?"

"Master, don't be anxious, disciples will check right away." Mo Qingfeng also responded with a respectful voice, and immediately pressed down his true energy to sense the surroundings, opening a gap in the heavy stream of true energy, only to feel that there was a place where the breath was heavy and cold.

The essence that pervaded the Cone Man was thick and unclear, but it was hidden so deeply that even he could not get a glimpse of it for a while.

"What's going on?" Mo Qingfeng also felt something strange. He quickly mobilized his zhenqi and carefully sensed where the strange aura was. He turned around and whispered to Dong Ning, the reincarnation disciple next to him, "You first have to watch the crowd.

Disciple, I have something to do."

"Yes, Master." Although Dong Ning was confused about what Master suddenly had to do, she obeyed the courtesy and did not ask. She shifted her body and gently blocked Mo Qingfeng's walking back, facing the puzzled gazes of the first-level disciples in front of her.
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