C23

Qixia Mountain was the closest to the Linyuan City, so this batch of True Martial Sect disciples were the first to arrive at the Qixia Mountain's True Martial Sect.

It was almost noon, and it was time for lunch.

On the way, Limu had already finished all the rations he had brought along, and along the way, he had fought with the other children. Now, his stomach was rumbling with hunger.

Deacon Ye brought the eight children out of the main hall, walked to the Qingyun Peak backyard, and followed a winding mountain path down the Qingyun Peak peak. The Qingyun Peak was craggy in shape, filled with green vegetation, and filled with immortal energy. The two girls were overjoyed, occasionally drooping their heads and sucking on the scent of their strange flowers and plants.

After walking for the time it took for an incense stick to burn, they finally reached the end of the rugged and quiet mountain road. As they looked around, they saw a completely different scene.

An area of more than two hundred feet, large enough to accommodate several hundred people simultaneously, appeared before his eyes.

There were eight coiling dragons holding up the sky pillars on a limestone field. The field was surrounded by stairs and the training field was quite grand. The outer perimeter of the training grounds was filled with numerous stone rooms that were like an ocean. They were submerged within the mist, making them appear extremely mysterious. However, the thick aroma of cooking smoke from afar broke this fairyland world.

"Is that the dining hall? This smell, it's so fragrant! " Limu tiptoed and looked towards the direction where the aroma of cooking smoke came from with a face full of greed.

Mo Yuhan couldn't help but stick her pink tongue out at Limu and said, "You're the one who is greedy! However, True Martial Sect's cooking skills were not bad! You can smell the food from this distance. "

"A beggar's gaze can only rest on eating. He is simply a glutton! If you were to join True Martial Sect, it would truly be a disgrace to your True Martial Sect! " Yue Zhongyang coldly snorted in disdain as he quickened his pace and followed beside Deacon Ye.

"Martial Uncle Ye, are these the new disciples that we have accepted this year?" A young True Martial Sect disciple came forward to greet him, and asked very respectfully.

"That's right!" Little Ming, arrange for them to temporarily stay in room one hundred twenty-seven to one hundred thirty-four, and help them change into the attire of the disciples who had just entered True Martial Sect. After washing their faces, bring them to the dining hall for dinner. " Then, he bent his head and whispered into the ear of the young disciple. Then, he turned to Yue Zhongyang and said in an amiable tone, "Zhong Yang, you are injured, I have already instructed your senior brother to give you special attention, so you should go with him. I will personally teach you the lessons for the next month, so for now, you don't have to work with the other disciples."

From his bosom, he took out a money pouch and secretly passed it to Deacon Ye, who was standing in front of him, and said: "Master, many thanks for your care. My father in Linyuan City has always talked about you, thank you for your concern."

Deacon Ye took the money bag and weighed it in his hand. His cunning eyes swept over Yue Zhongyang's body. After nodding slightly, he said in a deep voice, "Go."

The four boys surrounded Yue Zhongyang, with Limu, Mo Yuhan, and Luo Yu Fei following behind. They followed the True Martial Sect young disciple towards the south side of the training grounds.

The rules of the True Martial Sect Sect were strict, and the clothes of the disciples of the eight main peaks were all different.

From the lowest to the highest, the True Martial Sect disciples were respectively dressed in white, gray, black, green, blue, yellow, red, purple and orange, and the color of their clothes represented the number of years these disciples had been in the True Martial Sect. The belts at their waists had twelve different colors, and the colors and types of belts represented their true martial arts cultivation.

The True Martial Sect young disciple who came to receive him wore a black robe, and the belt at his waist was gray. This meant that he had already been in the True Martial Sect for more than four years, and his cultivation was only at the Bone Refining stage.

The white dress was usually worn by the first year disciples. The second year disciples would change to grey robes. If there was no violation of the sect rules, they could change their clothes in three years.

As for the belt at the waist, he would need to participate in the sect's assessment. As for the belt at the waist, he would need to participate in the sect's assessment, every level of assessment was very strict and strict.

The young disciples who were in charge of selecting disciples in the Linyuan City back then, had all cultivated in the True Martial Sect for more than seven years, so the clothes they wore were all cyan.

The room that the True Martial Sect Disciples resided in was a courtyard that was in the shape of a return courtyard. The outermost rooms were the most spacious and bright, with a total of three floors; the second room was slightly dark, with a total of five floors; the third room had seven floors; and the innermost room had nine floors. Each level of the room was about one hundred and twenty feet apart. The distance between them was so that the inner level of the room could absorb the sun and moon essences, and it could also be provided for disciples to spar with martial skills and cultivate.

The entire building looked like a giant tower from a distance. It seemed to be very intelligent.

These four floors, from the outside to the inside, were rooms numbered heaven, earth, dark, and yellow.

These eight children of Linyuan City were assigned to rooms after the one hundred twenty-seven profound characters. They were precisely on the third level, fifth level of this courtyard.

"Nine, five levels, Return, Dragon, and Pavilion?!" Limu said word by word as he looked up at the plaque hanging high above the north entrance of the pavilion.

"The Nine Dragons Returning Dragon Pavilion has a great background. The five words on the signboard were personally written by the emperor himself!" The True Martial Sect young disciple who was addressed as Little Ming Zi said proudly.

Limu thought in his heart, could it be that the overlord of Divine Dragon Empire is that old bastard Dongfang Xuanjing?! He didn't expect Dongfang Xuanjing to write so well.

Limu stared at the plaque above his head in a daze. Yue Zhongyang said excitedly: "True Martial Sect is valued so highly by the empire. Looks like our True Martial Sect is of great importance to the empire!"

"Whenever war breaks out, our True Martial Sect will always send a large number of outstanding cultivators to the empire, which the empire naturally values, especially the extremely talented cultivators of the young generation, our True Martial Sect will produce a few genius cultivators every year. Last year, our Qingyun Peak produced two prodigies that are known as geniuses that only appear once every hundred years, rarely seen in Spirit Martial Realm! "Only thirteen years old and he has already reached the ninth level of Qi Condensation. It probably won't be long before he can break through the Qi Condensation stage and reach the Strength Conversion stage!" The young cultivator from True Martial Sect who was called Little Mingzi spoke with extreme pride and envy.

Besides Limu, the other seven children were all extremely shocked when they heard this. At the age of thirteen, they had reached the Strength Conversion Realm! This was simply a fantasy story! It had to be known that Yue Zhongyang had trained hard in martial arts for eight years and was only at Tempered Body 7th Layer! And now, Yue Zhongyang was already more than twelve years old! Mo Yuhan was the most outstanding disciple in this session's Linyuan City. Even though she was only nine years old, her martial arts cultivation was only at the Eighth Layer of Body Tempering!

Mo Yuhan was interested in the two geniuses and could not help but ask, "Senior brother! These two disciples were so young, but they were only thirteen years old and already at the ninth level of Qi Condensation! This is a bit too... Isn't this unbelievable?! Are you sure you didn't lie to us?! "

"One of these two disciples is called Xu Shaoyang and the other is called Ye Qiannan!" This Ye Qiannanye is the daughter of your master! How can this be fake?! " The young cultivator from True Martial Sect who was addressed as Little Ming Zi said in disdain.

In terms of talent, none of the eight children selected from the Linyuan City were weak. Being able to stand out among the three thousand children was naturally not too bad, but compared to these two thirteen year olds, it was the difference between heaven and earth!

Hearing this, other than Limu, the other children couldn't help but feel a bit disheartened.

"Senior Brother, I'm a bit hungry. Let's quickly change clothes and go eat dinner." Limu touched his rumbling stomach and said embarrassedly.

When the other children heard Limu's words, they couldn't help but smile. Mo Yuhan even rolled her eyes at Limu.