wear it lord god

161 Fairy Trash 23
Back to Tianshi Palace, the pot has already exploded here.

After Master Zhao took Han Xuan back, he took out a test stone ball to test the spirit root. As a result, Han Xuan put his hand on it, and the stone ball burst into light and burst.

It proves that Han Xuan's qi refining has reached perfection, and the disciple who has reached the foundation stage, who will test the spiritual root?

Master Uncle personally took Han Xuan to Lingshi Mountain to test that all the stones of the spirit root stone ball came from there. He picked the largest stone pillar and asked Han Xuan to put it on it.

The result can be imagined, the golden light is so bright that it almost blinds people's eyes.

Single Golden Lingen!

As soon as the master and uncle touched the spirit of the sky, Han Xuan's body had formed an alchemy. Now not only the Tianshi Palace, but the entire Wuling Mountain almost collapsed.

When Xining arrived at the main hall with the medicine basket on his back, the temple master and the eight officials all came.The eight in charge are basically of the same generation as the masters and uncles, and there are many things in Wuling Mountain, so they no longer accept apprentices.This time, when they heard about the appearance of such wisdom roots, they all ran over and asked to accept disciples.

The spiritual root is poor, no one wants it.Single Lingen, grab them all.Such is the world!

In the end, all the temple masters were called, and the eight stewards each brought one or two disciples. The hall was packed to the brim, and there were almost not enough futons in the entire Tianshi Palace.

Xi Ning leaned against the wall, walked to the innermost uncle, put down the medicine basket and saluted: "Uncle Master."

No one paid any attention to her, and a group of people were still arguing about it.

Master Uncle looked at the Ganoderma lucidum in the basket, took out one and looked at it, the top-notch Fire Spirit, nodded: "This time, you have worked hard."

Xining replied truthfully: "The disciples dare not claim credit, half of them belonged to Han Xuan, we were trapped for three days and ate some of them."

Master Uncle stroked his beard and smiled slightly: "Ganoderma lucidum is mild in nature and nourishes the internal organs. It's a little bit bitter, but it's okay to eat a few. Get hungry, go to Xiaozao, there's food, Han Xuan has gone."

"Thank you uncle!" Xining left the hall.

And there is still contention in the hall.

"This year, there are only twelve Tianban disciples in total. You Xuanwu Palace took five of them at once. Can you teach them?"

"That's Xuanwu Palace! The head of the palace has no new disciples at the moment, and he taught it himself, but you accepted a disciple and taught it for 30 years, but he still hasn't formed a pill. Such good seedlings can't be inserted randomly, and they will rot in the saline-alkali soil. "

"I haven't settled with you yet, how dare you mention this matter, if he wasn't hurt by your disciple at all, would he be like this?"

"That's a competition, he's not as skilled as others, who can be blamed?"...

The louder and louder the noise, the decades-old events were revealed today.Master Uncle was very calm, because he knew that Han Xuan was no longer fit to stay in Tianshi Palace. Although there was a shortage of good alchemists, alchemists did not need such a strong spirit after all, and Han Xuan had a wider world to go to.

The small kitchen is in the small room on the north side of Tianshi Palace. When Xining walked in, Han Xuan was sitting at the table drinking porridge.

Seeing her coming, he greeted immediately: "Xining, come and have meat porridge."

He also scooped a bowl for her: "Uncle Master said, we haven't eaten anything for three days, so let's eat some soft meat porridge first, and get a grilled chicken for us as an extra meal at night."

The meat porridge is delicious, and after eating the bitter wood-like Ganoderma lucidum for three days, the taste in my mouth has long been gone.After eating a bowl of warm meat porridge, I immediately felt much more comfortable.

Xining put down the bowl, Han Xuan asked, "Do you want more?"

Xining looked at the empty pot: "Is there any more?"

Han Xuan carefully pushed his bowl over: "I still have this, why don't you eat it."

Xining smiled: "No need, I'm full, you can eat."

Han Xuan just drank the rest of the porridge.

Xining thought of the group of people in the hall: "Have you decided which palace to go to?"

Han Xuan shook his head, but there was nothing to worry about: "The temple master has already announced the good news to my family, and they will help me arrange it."

Xining thought for a while and stood up: "Follow me."

Walking to the entrance of the main hall, Xining peeked inside, and there was still a lot of chatter inside.

She turned her head: "Where is your sword?"

Han Xuan was taken aback: "It's inside."

Xining asked: "Can you stand here and let your sword come over by itself?"

"What's so difficult about it?" The sword was originally sealed by him, and he was the only one who ordered it.

"How about letting it go around the top of the hall?"

Han Xuan nodded: "Yes."

Why can't it be difficult for him: "Show more light and make some gimmicks?"

Han Xuan hesitated a little: "Try it."

Xining smiled sharply at him: "Then try it, but don't be too far-fetched, the sword falls and stabs some palace chief or uncle."

"Yeah!" Han Xuan nodded, and immediately closed his eyes, using his thoughts: "Get out, get up!"

The sword on the shelf was drawn out of its scabbard and soared into the air.

"Fly!" The sword slowly flew over everyone's heads.

It also made everyone stop arguing for a while and look at the sword above their heads.

The sword with the red tassel slowly flew in a circular route, Han Xuan was lucky, the sword suddenly shone brightly and there was a sound of golden cries.

The light is dazzling, like a lightning bolt.

Everyone was astonished, and saw that the sword finally fell into the hands of Han Xuan who was standing at the entrance of the main hall.

Han Xuan stood up straight with a sharp sword in his hand.Although he is only ten years old, even under 11 years old, Wai Fu is already domineering at his age.So far, no one has reached such a level of cultivation at this age. He is really a rare genius in the world!

Master Uncle smiled and stroked his beard: "It seems that the matter has been settled."

Ordinary monks use swords only for self-defense, flying with swords and so on.But sword cultivation is the combination of Qi and sword, so that the human and sword are one, and the sword and human complement each other, and the power of the explosion is much stronger than that of light refining.

Sword cultivator is the same as spiritual root, not everyone's spiritual root is good, and not everyone is suitable for sword cultivator.

Of the eight in charge, there are only two sword cultivators, and only one sword cultivator is successful, and that is the head of Qiankun Palace, Chief Lin.The dry main gold is very suitable.

In fact, Director Lin didn't expect to accept apprentices when he came here. Although he knew that Han Xuan was a golden single spiritual root before coming, not everyone is suitable for sword cultivation.It's just that the other managers have gone, so he has to go and have a look.

Sitting there meditating for a long time, it should be practiced patience for the noise here.Suddenly seeing that Han Xuan's ability is so extraordinary, he stood up excitedly.After saluting to the spectator, he walked steadily to Han Xuan, with some anticipation: "Do you want to follow me in sword cultivation?"

Han Xuan looked into the hall, and everyone was very surprised by his move.

He thought for a while and shouted: "Sheath!"

The scabbard flew over from the shelf, and put the sword into it impartially.

Han Xuan knelt down, held his sword in his hand and bowed to Master Lin: "Go up again, master, and receive a bow from my apprentice!"

Director Lin immediately beamed, in a happy mood, and smiled while stroking his long black beard.Let the other managers and uncles envy and hate, but whoever is in charge of Lin has the highest sword cultivation level, and has won a good apprentice.

Xi Ning, who was standing by the side, sighed, this is all right, Han Xuan has become the disciple of Lin Zhangshi, and his seniority is a generation higher than all the Taoist boys who entered together.The road to soaring into the sky has begun!
(End of this chapter)