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Because he was training in a foreign land, it was impossible for Zhu Ci to bring a handgun over here. She and a group of kids did some warm-up exercises in front of the courtyard and then squatted for half an hour or so in the horse stance. Because the parents had already left the mountain, these kids were not so easy to teach.

After the usual breakfast of salt porridge, Zhu Ci thought that they would go to the courtyard to take a horse walk as usual, but instead, Zhu Ci thought that they would line up, each child sent two small buckets with no water in them, and was told to run up the mountain with their hands spread wide open, thus raising them to a level position. Not to mention being a child, adults' hands would feel sore, and on the way there would be children crying. But in order to control his strength so that he could learn inner strength, he could only pretend to be pushing the kid until he staggered. Seeing that the six year old kid actually didn't fall to the ground after pushing him, the young Daoist couldn't help but get angry and scolded, "Little bastard, who asked you to laugh?" I didn't expect Zhu Ci to still be pretending to stagger backwards. The young Daoist looked and was angered to the extreme as he thought: This kid is wasting time with me. Fine, I'll see how long you can stand and see how long you don't fall to your death. He thought about it and decided to go up and throw him.

At this moment, an unfamiliar voice sounded out, "Incompetent, don't waste your time. Be careful of the punishment if you're late." It was a quiet young Taoist. He was dressed in a white daoist robe and exuded an extraordinary heroic aura.

After hearing what Daoist Wen Jing said, Chi could only give up. He used his finger to rub Zhu Ci's forehead and said, "Be careful." When he turned around, he saw a faint smile on Zhu Ci's face. He couldn't help but turn around and glare fiercely at Zhu Ci. Then, under the urging of the quiet young man, he ordered all the children to go up the mountain.

Zhu Ci could not help but sigh at the youthful rebellious period of his youth. With his power, it would not even take a minute for him to take care of this stocky fool. However, he had come here to learn kung fu. There was no need to make things difficult for a child to understand kung fu inner strength. Besides, Zhu Ci was in control of the military affairs of the south coast of Fujian, controlling the trading opportunities of the Southeast Asian countries by sea.

It was just like the food and lodging in this monastery. At the headquarters of the Heavenly Valve Army, Zhu Ci lived in a place where there was nothing good to eat and nothing good to live in, with bear paws, bird's nest, seafood, and eight precious ingredients living a tight life. There was also a sizzling taste to the vegetarian porridge, and this Taoist was not like the monks who could not eat meat.

Zhu Ci, who was learning from the other kids, lifted the empty bucket with both hands and climbed up the mountain steadily. The young Wen Jing Taoist could not help but nod when he saw that Zhu Ci and the other kids had not complained about their soreness.

Up the mountain, what appeared before him was a long, rectangular corridor. At the edge of the corridor, there was a scarlet pillar every two to three feet. In the middle of each pillar was a crossbeam, and within the beam was a wooden stick that was inserted directly into the rock wall. They walked along the corridor, passing by pillars carved with dragons and phoenixes, and discovered that each pillar was carved with a variety of different shapes and colors.

After walking for a while, he saw that at the end of the corridor, there was an incredibly tall, red wall blocking the path of over a hundred children. At the bottom of the corridor, there was an incomparably tall, red wall blocking the path of over a hundred children. Rather than calling it an oversized courtyard, it would be more accurate to call it a grand hall. Sure enough, there was a golden signboard on top, from right to left. Written in: Ling Yan Hall, four words, the Hall of Mt. Yu Xiong side of the mountain.

Those young daoists turned a blind eye. It was likely that when they walked in and out of the cave, they were completely numb to it. Their faces did not have the slightest trace of those children's emotions. The young daoist walked straight in through the door, his face expressionless. The group of children quickly followed. As soon as they stepped through the door, all the children held their breaths at the same time. They looked at everything with disbelief, and actually dropped the empty bucket in their hands. The group of young daoists also did not say anything. The stone was smooth and bright, reflecting the light shining from the stone windows on the mountain wall, shining like the stars in the sky. On the giant wall in front of them, three idols sat upright, one of them was Empyrean Tai Qing Moral, the other was Empyrean Shang Ling Bao, and the last one was Empyrean Yuqing. All that could be seen was benevolent and solemn, full of life and vitality, as if they were truly in the spirit realm of immortals, causing people to respect them and raise their heads to look up, causing them to feel insignificant. There was a fake mountain water in the middle of the square. Bubbles would occasionally appear on the small river, but the water would not disperse. The misty air made people feel as if they were walking above the water and floating under their feet. On both sides of the plaza, there were huge cauldrons made of green and black. A candle was inserted into the cauldron, and from time to time, smoke would rise into the air.

"This way, the bucket is over there!" The young daoist directed the children to put down the buckets. The young man, Wen Jing, walked over and let the children line up, saying: "Masters, come over later and meet with your group of newbies. We'll ask you some questions. Even the Sect Leader himself may come. Remember not to whisper and speak nonsense, and all the Masters will answer whatever you ask. Give us a better answer, and it will be beneficial for your future achievements. "

While waiting, Zhu Chi looked at the three gods in the main hall. It was obvious that he didn't recognize them, so he could only close his eyes and rest.

Ta, ta …" The sound of footsteps rang out, and when Zhu Ci's eyes opened, he saw that in front of the three positions, there were already about ten people. He was a middle-aged man in his early thirties with a long beard, wearing a Taoist attire, a Taoist attire, a Taoist hat, warm eyes like jade, and not only did he appear old, but he also gave off a heroic vibe, overshadowing the people around him. Zhu Ci would not have expected that he was already in his early forties. He sat at the very front of the group. Beside him were four large rosewood chairs, and four elders in their sixties were sitting on each side of him. He had a handsome nose and a beautiful figure. He was shaped like a pearl with a long bun and a gorgeous golden robe, but it was not a Taoist attire. Instead, he was dressed like a young master of the Ming Dynasty, standing next to the head seat. There were dozens of people standing behind them. It seemed they were all under the Danxia Sect. Their arrival caused the hall to be extremely quiet.

Zhu Ci, as you are not far from the front row, you can clearly see that one of the old people sitting down is a nun. You can hear the young man, Wen Jing, dressed in full robes.

The long-bearded man sat in the manor and said, "Since the founder of the Yang family, our sect has lived for two hundred and thirty years." "I, Yang Yu, have gained the assistance of all the Elders, disciples, and grandchildren. I have surpassed Lan in terms of talent and talent, and today, I have gained a hundred gifted and intelligent children, adding glory to our sect." He paused before continuing, "From today onwards, you are the glory of the Danxia Faction. Our sect's Taoism will depend on you to flourish and fight against the other two sects in our sect."

It is also a wonder that there are two other sects in the world.

The long-bearded man continued, "Of course, before that, we should check out everyone's abilities and abilities. In your previous tests, you all entered the written ones and martial arts ones. Of course, this is not absolute. As long as you are willing to work hard and practice our sect's inner force, then we will divide the advantages and disadvantages equally and then set to level four. Those who enter Group A have a chance to become disciples of the elders. Those with outstanding aptitudes can even become the direct disciples of me, while the rest are foolish disciples. " He felt that this should be enough to attract these kids, so he took a book from one of the disciples, opened it and read it, then said: "This year in my Dao faction, there are disciples who can lift a weight of 60 Jin at the age of 6, this is the most powerful one in the history of our sect, this is also the Blessed Dao Branch!" With that, the elders sitting in the front and the disciples behind were all moved. The long-bearded man said to the children: "Zhu Ci, 6 years old, 60 Jin. Come forward and let the elders meet you!" When the nine year old child heard that the headmaster valued this child, he also looked towards the group of children, wanting to know how this child who was known as a genius looked like.

It was from the group of children that Juce heard the roll call.

Just at this moment, a fierce roar sounded out from between the cliffs, causing only the mountains to vibrate. The group couldn't help but tremble and say, "Yes …" The old monster? "I didn't expect his internal energy to improve so much." The sound of the whistle reverberated through the air for a long time. The echo from the Rosy Mountains reverberated back and forth, as though the Wolf's Night had arrived to hunt. Even though it was daytime, it was as if the sky had turned dark in an instant. This fairyland was no longer beautiful, and only after a long time did the whistling gradually stop.

The group of disciples, under the instructions of their seniors, rushed to the window of the palace's cliff to take a look. They saw a yellow figure quickly pouncing towards the mountain amidst the chaos in front of them. The Nine Dragons Mountain Cliff rose up into the sky. It was extremely steep, but that person climbed up as if he was walking on flat ground. He was even faster and agile than the ape. The group of disciples were overwhelmed with shock. The person laughed out loud and said, "Hey, bullies! I heard that your Dao Branch has recruited a genius. Old monster is here to take a look, haha!" As he spoke, his speed did not slow down. Instead, he jumped even faster between the rocks of the mountain. In that moment, he rose another ten feet.

With a light leap, the person fell from the stone balcony onto the floor of the Hall of Ascending Mist. Everyone knew who he was and forced themselves to remain calm. He opened his mouth, revealing his white and yellow teeth. His eyes were round and convex, just like two bird's eggs placed on a small porcelain bowl, but his eyes shone brightly, filled with vitality, and as he walked around the crowd of Daoists, everyone could not help but shiver. Seeing everyone's gaze, that weirdo laughed, feeling extremely pleased with himself.

He was tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and a thin lower limbs. His beard was like a brush and grew on his chin, with the roots resembling a halberd. He appeared to be in his sixties or seventies. He wore a yellow cassock, but it had lace on it, not the arms of a monk, and it was short and bare. The robe was made of the finest brocade, very luxurious, but the shoes of coarse cloth at his feet were filthy, tattered, and impenetrable in color. He saw ten fingers as long and sharp as a chicken's paw reaching out towards Zhu Ci, who was standing in front of the group of children. At first glance, Zhu Ci only thought that this person was dressed strangely and he would not judge a person by his appearance. However, this person came towards him. He was obviously unwilling and wanted to dodge, but whether or not he should use his biochemical power, he was a little hesitant.

The long-bearded Taoist, also known as Sect Leader Yang Yu, seemed to have seen through the weirdo's intentions. He said to Zhu Ci, "Child, don't be afraid, the weirdo is only looking down on your aptitude. With his high status and fame, how could he dare rob the younger generation's disciples to become their disciples? It doesn't match with his reputation in our sect." There was a trap within these words.

Hearing Yang Yu's last sentence, the strange man was obviously unhappy. He was originally smiling from beginning to end, but now he was solemn as he held down Zhu Ci, whose shoulders were shaking non-stop. Zhu Ci, whose body was also twice as good without mutation, was actually pressing down on his shoulders until he started to feel pain, and guessed that this person's strength was not small. Looking at his bulging eyes that were looking at her from top to bottom, it only gave him goosebumps. However, from what Yang Yu had said, he knew that this person wouldn't hurt him. After a long while, he muttered to himself, "Long arms round, bulging skull, soft ribs, wide veins, and unusually firm muscles, not bad."