The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

Zhan Nianchuan looked at the picture album in his hand, listened carefully to the deacon's introduction, kept making comparisons, and asked questions from time to time.

"Just these two talismans," Zhan Nianchuan never hesitated in order to save his life.

The deacon's eyes widened and he happily handed the two talismans to Zhan Nianchuan.

"Show me the spiritual grass album again..."

Zongmenfang City, Jubaozhai.

After some selection, Zhan Nianchuan purchased a defensive talisman from the early stage of Xuan level. With two offenses and one defense, he felt confident.

I went to other stores and purchased several high-grade Huangjie talismans and various elixirs, as well as a lot of spiritual herbs and elixirs. All purchases were completed.

Finally, he found the largest weapon refining shop in Fang City, spent thousands of spirit stones, and waited for two days to repair the small blue shield.

As a low-grade Xuan-level magical weapon, this shield has amazing defensive power. Zhan Nianchuan calls it the blue water shield.

At this point, Zhan Nianchuan had almost completely exhausted his thirteen thousand contribution points, leaving only a few hundred spirit stones.

......

Two months later.

The top of Lindan Peak is surrounded by white clouds, like a fairyland.

"Senior brother, junior brother! Where are you going in such a hurry?"

A pretty girl in light green clothes felt strange when she saw Chen Qizhi flying into the sky with Lin Hongzhi in a hurry, so she asked aloud.

"Senior sister, we are going to be in charge of selecting the outer disciples of our peak. Are you going?" Lin Hongzhi's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw Tong Xi, and he wanted to talk to Tong Xi more.

"Selection of outer disciples? It's been three years." Tong Xi's heart moved, thinking of Zhan Nianchuan who was working as a handyman at the foot of the mountain, and how he risked his life to pick spiritual herbs under Qingling Peak and was chased. Regarding the killing, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

When I saw him more than a year ago, he was still at the first level of Qi Condensation. Now I am afraid that it is difficult for him to reach the second level of Qi Condensation. It seems that he will be kicked out of Xuantian Sect.

"No, you can go."

......

Under Lindan Peak, more than twenty third-level Qi Condensation servants and hundreds of third- and fourth-level Qi Condensation disciples trained in the peak have been divided into two circles and gathered together.

The nearly a thousand servants of the Xuantian Sect are not very qualified. They spend a lot of time doing various tasks and do not have much time to practice. This directly leads to the fact that only about 20 of the nearly 1,000 people can practice to the third level of Qi Condensation. layer.

Although their qualifications are poor, these twenty or so people are all ruthless. They are all almost masochistic cultivators. Some of them have other opportunities, otherwise they would not be here. However, they all have a fatal flaw, that is, they are miscellaneous. The servants don't get many resources at all, and they can't afford even the lowest level magic weapon.

This directly leads to the fact that when facing disciples trained by various peaks, the chance of winning by a handyman is almost zero.

In the past, only one or two handymen could pass every outer sect examination, which meant that there were at most two people here who could get rid of their status as handymen and become outer sect disciples.

Except for Lin Hongzhi, who has cultivated to the fifth level of Qi Condensation in just three years, all the disciples recruited within the peak need to pass the assessment of outer disciples. If you fail to pass, you will automatically become an outside disciple of the sect and be responsible for the sect's affairs in the secular world, so there is still a certain amount of pressure.

Zhan Nianchuan stood in the small circle of handymen, closing his eyes and thinking about all the doubts about cultivation. When he thought of the obscure places, he couldn't help but secretly think about asking Wang Yan for advice in the future. It would be really difficult to explore alone without a master to guide him. Too difficult.

At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd, and Zhan Nianchuan opened his eyes. It turned out that two disciples had brought a huge sign.

Several stewards from the affairs office were responsible for registration. They sat at the table and started calling people very quickly.

"Zhan Nianchuan."

Zhan Nianchuan came to the table and handed over the token. The steward was slightly stunned when he saw the word "Dan" on the token, and looked at Zhan Nianchuan a little more politely.

"Zhan Nianchuan, get your lottery number, B forty-seven."

"Go to the notice board in front and find your lottery number, and you will find the arena where you will compete, as well as the lottery number of your opponent."

The steward gave him a bamboo stick with a slight smile and pointed at a huge notice board at the entrance to the martial arts arena.

"Thank you."

Zhan Nianchuan nodded, then took the bamboo stick and walked towards the sign.

"Hey, little handyman, is it possible that you are also here to participate in the selection of outer disciples?"

Before Zhan Nianchuan could reach the sign, a burly man with a long sword in his hand and a bearded face suddenly stretched out his huge palm and slapped him hard on the shoulder.

Zhan Nianchuan frowned, ignored the extremely bored man, and walked straight forward.

"Brother Long, this guy looks like a stinker."

"You're just a little handyman, but you still want to become an outer disciple? Just dream!"

"Hmph, don't hold back when you meet this guy later. Let him know why the flowers are so red."

The people surrounding the strong man Long Ge were very angry and expressed their disdain for Zhan Nianchuan.

This group of people are obviously disciples in the peak, and several of them actually own magic weapons.

With just one shot, Brother Long, a strong man, could feel Zhan Nianchuan's body as strong as an iron block. He knew that this guy was not simple, but he could only say disdainfully in front of his followers:

"Hey, that's interesting. Come with me to see who this little handyman beats. It's best if he doesn't meet Brother Long and me, otherwise he'll be beaten to pieces."

The men gathered around Brother Long burst into laughter and happily followed Brother Long to the notice board.

Zhan Nianchuan was holding a bamboo stick in his hand, looking for his opponent, but the people next to him had already seen the bamboo stick number in his hand and took the initiative to search for him.

"Yi Forty-Seven's opponent seems to be..."

"District-name arena, C-26."

"Bing 26? No way! Isn't Bing 26 Brother Long?"

The group was in an uproar, and Zhan Nianchuan was also surprised. He couldn't help but glance at the strong man with a beard.

"I am the one who did this!"

Brother Long looked at the bamboo stick in his hand and realized that it was really Zhan Nianchuan. He thrust his sword into the ground and laughed.

Zhan Nianchuan was expressionless. He came here just to confirm the platform where the competition was taking place and the opponent's lottery number. He didn't care who the opponent was.

Capsized in the gutter? nonexistent.

"Little handyman, why don't you speak? Are you afraid?"

Seeing that Zhan Nianchuan didn't say a word, the group of people were very amused and started to make noise again.

"Little handyman, I see you don't even have a magic weapon, how can you fight with me? Just call Brother Long later and roll off the ring obediently. There is no shame in it."

Brother Long folded his arms and looked at Zhan Nianchuan with a smile.

Although this kid seems to be very strong, so what? I am at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, and I have a magical weapon in my hand. Is it possible that I will lose? So he looked very relaxed.

"Let's see the truth in the ring." Zhan Nianchuan said casually.

Brother Long was stunned, and it took him a long time before he burst out laughing. He pointed at Zhan Nianchuan who was walking to the other side and said, "Did you hear that? This little handyman wants to meet Zhenzhang with me in the ring!"

"Haha, Brother Long, if you don't kill him this time, I will look down on you."

"It's a famous arena, isn't it? Brother, I'll compete and watch the show right away."

"Let's go, brothers, let's watch Brother Long perform a trick that beats a chicken with an egg!"

A group of people laughed when they heard this, and some even bent over with laughter.

This group of people is quite powerful and has long formed a small group headed by Brother Long. They usually hang out together to bully the weak and fear the strong. There is little fun in the mountain other than practicing. This time, they finally met someone who can be bullied and entertained. Where? Maybe let it go?

So they mingled together and walked shoulder to shoulder towards the ground-sized arena.