I am the main soul in the Zunhun Banner

Li Qingfeng flipped through the book aimlessly, his mind completely absent from his practice.

Tushanjun saw it in his eyes.

It is understandable that the young man wants to see the big scene, and the past few days have passed.

Since I had nothing to think about, I simply fell into samadhi and slept.

The clouds and mist lingered, and Li Qingfeng was immersed in dreams.

Putting on a fighting stance, Li Qingfeng said loudly: "Brother Ghost, I have defeated the mandrill monster, can I challenge you?"

Li Qingfeng wanted to know how strong the main soul evil ghost was.

Tu Shanjun shook his head, and with a wave of his hand, a ferocious ghost in black robe appeared in front of Li Qingfeng.

His expression changed slightly, because this was none other than Zhao Shixian, who was at the third level of Qi training.

It's just that because of the evil spirit entering his body and Tushan Lord taking the initiative to help him change his appearance, Zhao Shixian now looks like a white-faced evil ghost, with scarlet ghost eyes staring at Li Qingfeng not far away.

The other servant ghosts in the Zunhun Banner are indeed not sane, but they have extraordinary instincts, and they have not forgotten the martial arts they have honed during their lifetimes.

Because of Li Qingfeng's lack of mana, many things cannot be developed, and it is not known what the limits of the slave ghosts can be.

"Let me spar with him?"

With Zhao Shixian, who was considered a master at the early stage, giving Li Qingfeng moves, he was almost able to handle it.

Two flowers bloom, one on each side.

Li Qingfeng is studying hard, and Liu Chuang is conducting a test election.

The test is divided into two parts. The first is registration. After registration, the government will give you a number plate, and you can take the second part with the number plate.

That is the real test.

The location is arranged at the Bafang City campus, which is spacious and sufficient.

"The time has come, please take the test according to the number plate."

"No. 1 Zhang Xi."

The squires got the news early, spent money to bribe the registrar, and got the number plate early.

Of course, this was the Sheriff's original intention, and most of the money went into the Sheriff's pocket.

Otherwise, how could they have the courage to rely solely on the registrar?

At that time, the county governor summoned the squires in advance for this purpose.

So Liu Chuang and the others held very high number plates.

"It's a pity that Brother Qingfeng didn't come. How does such a grand occasion compare to the imperial examination?"

"Although the imperial examination is also overcrowded, it is far less than this question of immortality."

"Of course!"

Liu Chuang sighed: "I don't know if we are destined to be immortal. My old man said that in the last selection, only three people were selected."

"I just went to the registrar's office and saw that the queue has reached more than 1,400 people, and candidates are still pouring in."

"Who is this number?"

"He must be a relative of County Sheriff Zhang. The surname Zhang is ranked so high, so he must be a relative of the County Sheriff's family."

Zhang Xi took a deep breath, walked out of the crowd, and came to the stage.

He bowed and saluted towards the high platform, and then placed his hand on the huge blank spiritual bead.

Nothing happened.

Three more breaths, still no change.

The two people sitting on the high platform looked as usual.

Zhang Xi left in despair.

"No. 2..."

The test was in full swing. After dozens of people were tested, there was still no one with spiritual roots.

The young man with the old god on the high platform seemed to have known this situation for a long time.

The young man wore a brocade robe and his hair was tied up casually with hairpins.

Although he didn't say anything, he had a condescending air.

"Master Immortal, I am busy with government affairs, so I won't sit with Master Immortal for a long time." Another middle-aged man who was sitting stood up and cupped his hands with a smile on his face.

The young man nodded slightly and was unwilling to say more.

With his eyes lowered and his breathing steady, he had been in meditation for a long time.

Zhang Wanlong didn't say much. Immortals are like this. They don't bother to talk to mortals.

In ten years, he only met the immortal master a handful of times.

Only when there are sneaks or spirits causing trouble in Bafang County will you see the immortal master coming out of seclusion.

On weekdays, this immortal master is practicing hard.

After leaving the high platform, Zhang Wanlong looked slightly downcast and ordered to the master next to him: "Keep an eye on it. If there is a person who is not wanted by the immortal master, recruit him over."

"Please rest assured, Sheriff, I understand this humble position."

"No. 87 Liu Chuang."

"It's my turn." Liu Chuang was inevitably nervous.

As usual, he placed his palm on the blank spirit bead.

The spirit bead immediately bloomed.

The young immortal master who had been in trance for a long time on the high platform suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were enlightened, he opened his lips and tongue lightly, and his voice was like a loud bell ringing, loud and steady: "If you pass, come up and wait."

Liu Chuang suddenly felt dizzy with excitement, and was about to fall if his legs weakened.

At this time, a huge force lifted him up, and most of the tension in Liu Chuang's heart disappeared.

"Thank you, Master Immortal." After saluting again, Liu Chuang walked onto the high platform.

Arriving at the empty seat reserved next to the immortal master, he sat on it cautiously.

"Woohoo, Brother Liu has been selected."

"Brother Liu, is he destined to be immortal?"

"And he is also the first person to win the fate of immortality."

The license plates were used up one by one, and Liu Chuang's fate was like a pebble thrown into a pool. There were no waves, but it filled those who continued the test with fighting spirit.

They originally thought that the fairy fate was fake, but now it seems that they really have no fairy fate.

"No. 92, Meng Zhen."

Liu Chuang, who was sitting on the high platform, couldn't help but pay attention. This was the second person in their five-person group.

Meng Zhen suppressed his nervousness.

Salute and let go.

The light rises again.

Meng Zhen's eyes were visibly dilated, and his whole body was shaking with excitement.

"It's light again."

"Anyone else qualified?"

The young immortal master's eyes flashed with a look of regret: "Unqualified."

The light was much dimmer than Liu Chuang's.

That light shows that it is the five spiritual roots. It takes three months for the five spiritual roots to sense Qi.

This is a person who has good opportunities and is determined.

Otherwise, the time for feeling Qi will continue to be prolonged.

It could be half a year, it could be a year, or it could be a lifetime.

It takes three months to sense Qi, which is two months later than the Four Spiritual Roots. Others have begun to refine Qi, but the Five Spiritual Roots are still sensing Qi.

Moreover, the five spiritual roots are one step at a time.

The mid-term is a big hurdle.

The limit in this life may only reach the middle stage of Qi training, and there will be no chance to move forward.

Without opportunities, your life will be wasted

The sect will not accept disciples with five spiritual roots. Recruiting them is a waste of resources.

Meng Zhendu had already envisioned the sword flying thousands of miles in his scripted novel.

But this failure directly knocked him from heaven to hell.

He staggered two steps and fell to his knees on the ground.

With a look of disbelief on his face, he kowtowed and said, "Ask for mercy from the immortal."

The young immortal master looked indifferent and showed no pretense.

Liu Chuang, who was sitting aside, opened his mouth: "Master Immortal, why can't he..."

The immortal master glanced at Liu Chuang, his expression brightened slightly, and he said loudly: "Fake spiritual roots, poor qualifications, unable to enter the Tao."

Seeing that Liu Chuang wanted to say more, the young man scolded him: "Don't be ignorant."

Liu Chuang quickly shut up, his expression became more respectful and reserved.

He is still a mortal, and the Immortal Master is just explaining because of his qualifications.

Meng Zhen staggered to his feet and didn't pay much attention when his hairpin fell off.

When he was about to leave, he suddenly saw a middle-aged scribe walking next to him: "Young Master, please be relieved. Although you can't join the Immortal Sect, the Sheriff's Mansion also has an immortal destiny for you."

Meng Zhen, who had lost his soul and looked pale, stared at the scribe, eagerly as if he had grasped the last straw: "Seriously?!"

"Master, follow me."

Meng Zhen hesitated for a moment, but when he thought of the fate of immortality and the attainment of immortality, the worries in his heart instantly disappeared and he followed the middle-aged scribe away.

Testing is still ongoing.

The last two in the group of five couldn't even make the spirit beads shine.

The sun is setting over the western mountains, and red clouds are everywhere.

Another seat on the high platform was occupied.

He was a young man in short clothes, not very old, and more reserved and inferior than Liu Chuang.

After testing more than 500 people, only two qualified candidates were selected. Counting the unqualified one Meng Zhen, there were three people in total.

Pick one out of nearly two hundred.

"The test is over today and will start again tomorrow at Tatsuki."