C6 Date of Apprenticeship 1

A month later.

Zhuo Hua came to the fighting stage early this time. Qingyang Zi was a little surprised. "Looks like senior brother really wants to take in a disciple this time."

"I also feel that my Bamboo Peak is not popular. I want to take in a disciple to accompany me. Just like you said, there will always be someone who will inherit my mantle." Zhuo Hua gently blew the tea in his cup.

"Senior brother, I keep feeling that you are different from before." Qingyang Zi said casually.

Zhuo Hua stopped blowing on the tea and put the teacup on the table. "What is different?"

Qingyang Zi said with emotion, "I feel that you are much closer than before. In the past, you seemed to not take anyone seriously, let alone your Bamboo Peak."

Zhuo Hua smiled. "In the past few years, I thought that the Dao was to focus on nothing, so I did not take it to heart. These two days, I had some enlightenment. The so-called focus was not to cut off all contact with everyone, but to have a Dao in your heart. As long as you focus on the Dao, nothing will be able to shake your mind."

"Senior Brother's words really caused Junior Brother to be completely overwhelmed. Looks like Senior Brother isn't far from the day of Immortal Ascension." Qingyang Zi laughed out loud.

"This is just some superficial remarks. He is still far away from the path of immortality." Zhuo Hua picked up the teacup on the table and continued to blow on it.

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This competition required everyone to draw lots. The two people who drew the same number would be their opponents, and the competition would start from the very beginning.

The winner would continue to draw lots, and the loser would naturally have to go to the outer sect. The winner would have the right to choose who would be his teacher.

Murong Chi looked at the number in his hand, number 89.

Qing Yun went on stage and said, "Now, I announce that the competition has officially begun. Please select two disciples with number 1 to go on stage."

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The competition has been going on for more than half a month, and all the disciples have been working very hard. However, in just one month's time, there would occasionally be a Qi Disciple level 1 cultivator. All of them were extremely talented.

"Please select disciple number 89 to compete on the stage."

Murong Chi stepped onto the stage. His opponent was a fat man who was at the first level of Qi Refinement.

Murong Chi circulated the spiritual energy, and the entire audience was in an uproar.

"Third level of Qi Refinement? It's actually the third level of Qi Refinement."

"Genius, he's really a genius."

"This old man has decided. You guys are not allowed to fight with me."

"What right do you have, old fogey? When this kid gets the first place, let him choose for himself."

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Qingyang Zi stroked his horsetail whisk. "Hahaha, it has been almost a hundred years since such a genius appeared. Senior brother, I can almost catch up to you. It seems like the winner of this apprenticeship ceremony is none other than him."

"Who is he?" Zhuo Hua was not sure if the kid was Nan Chen. He had skipped the part about the competition in the book, but he knew that Nan Chen had won the first place.

"Him, the kid from the Mu Rong family."

In order to prevent the Devil Cult from planting spies, every disciple who entered the Twilight Palace had to go through a strict identity check.

"Murong? The royal family of the Northern Blue Nation?"

"Yes, why? Senior wants to take him as a disciple?"

"Let's take a look again."

The two of them didn't say anything after that.

After three moves, Murong Chi easily defeated his opponent.

"Please draw number 90 to compete on the stage."

A boy and a girl went on stage.

The two of them started circulating their spiritual energys.

The girl was at the first level of Qi Refinement. The boy... was at the second level of Qi Refinement.

However, due to the appearance of the third stage of Qi Refinement in the previous competition, the crowd was not as surprised as the previous one.

"The disciples this year are not bad." Qingyang Zi nodded his head, very satisfied.

Zhuo Hua looked at the little boy on the stage and felt that he was the person he was looking for.

"Junior brother, what's the name of that child?"

Qingyang Zi followed Zhuo Hua's gaze and looked over. "His name is Nan Chen. His parents died not long ago. He is a poor child."

On the other side, Nan Chen only used one move to knock the little girl off the stage.