Not to mention the unlucky Tan Chi, after a period of twists and turns, Chang Li and his party finally arrived at the mountain gate of Zixiao Sect.
Looking at the mountain gate standing above the clouds, Chang Li's expression changed slightly, because this mountain gate was somewhat similar to a certain mountain gate in his memory, but that was all a long time ago.
The flying magic weapon passed through the sect's sect-protecting formation smoothly, and this group of disciples was also successfully led by the Zixiao Sect's disciples to a temporary resting place.
After three days of rest, the Zixiao Sect's disciple acceptance ceremony Officially held.
From a certain point of view, Chang Li and others who have stepped into the territory of Zixiao Sect can be regarded as disciples of Zixiao Sect, but these disciples are also divided into three, six or nine levels, direct disciples, inner disciples, and outer disciples.
The gap between disciples and servants is huge.
With Chang Li's qualifications, he could be an inner disciple of Dangdang, but the Zixiao Sect's division of disciples not only examines these few things, but also considers some intangible things, such as character, such as luck, and The Zixiao Sect's apprenticeship ceremony is based on this point.
When he stepped into the familiar illusion, Changli couldn't help but sigh slightly.
It was really a familiar operation.
There were really only a few methods used by the cultivation sect to test disciples.
He had been tested before, and he had also been tested using this method. others A thick layer of fog shrouded the surroundings, completely separating Changli from other people.
Standing alone in the white fog, he felt like he was isolated from the world.
If ordinary people were in such an environment, they would definitely have strange emotions rising from the bottom of their hearts, but Chang Li felt nothing at all.
He looked at the scene in front of him with a calm expression, his eyes calm.
Firstly, he has seen through the composition of this illusion, and secondly, he does not believe that there is anything in the Zixiao Sect that can hurt him.
He walked forward calmly, without any change in his steps.
There was no direction in the illusion, so Chang Li randomly picked a direction and kept walking forward.
As he moved forward, there were often figures in the mist shouting to him.
Sometimes it was the earnest and majestic words of the head of the Yu family: "Changli, whether our Yu family can continue to prosper depends on you.
Can you?"
Don’t live up to my expectations.”
An ancestor of the Yu family looked distant and condescending: "Chang Li, with your qualifications, it is only appropriate to reach the level of foundation building within ten years.
Don't let your playfulness ruin you.
Go ahead, this is Once, you need to bring out the head of a demonic beast who has reached the eighth level of Qi training from the forbidden area.
If you don't achieve it, you don't have to come out."
Zhang Hanyin said harshly and angrily: "Yu Changli, you are so arrogant and arrogant, I will watch you step into the abyss."
Zhang Hanyin's words were shrewd and calculating: "Brother Changli, how about you give up your sister and marry me?
My qualifications are much better than my sister's.
If you marry me, I will convince my father to support you.
How about that?"
These words all carry some bad connotations, and after experiencing these fantasies one by one along the way, Chang Li's eyebrows also raised slightly, which was using ugly things to stir up evil thoughts in his heart.
What these fantasies present are all things that a person rejects deep in his heart, and this fantasy can amplify this rejection and dissatisfaction, so that people lose their true nature.
Chang Li looked at the figures walking forward coldly, his expression indifferent and ruthless.
He looked at those familiar faces as if he were looking at strangers he had never met before.
He waved his sleeves gently, and those who The figure condensed in the clouds immediately turned into clouds and disappeared.
If you pay too much attention to the figure condensed in the clouds, it will increase the power of the illusion.
On the contrary, people like Chang Li who don't pay attention to these things can easily solve it.
Outside the illusion, the seniors of Zixiao Sect who were closely watching the assessment of new disciples looked at Chang Li's voice with great interest.
A man with a wood spirit pattern between his eyebrows said with a smile: "Senior Brother Lingche, this is the genius of the Yu family who truly lives up to his reputation."
Taoist Lingche nodded.
Most of the people who came to watch the entrance examination were monks at the Golden Core Stage, and among these monks, Taoist Lingche was the most respected.
He said in a gentle tone: "He is indeed good."
Compared to before he went to choose his disciples, Taoist Lingche is even more elegant now.
If before, he was a beautiful jade that had just been polished and had a spiritual charm, now he is a jade passed down from generation to generation with orderly inheritance and restrained essence.
In the past, he was too aggressive despite his great splendor, but now he is restrained in his elegance but has his own aura.
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The man with the wood-grained eyebrows heard Taoist Lingche's answer and said with surprise: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn't have believed that senior brother's cultivation has improved to this point in just a few months.
Senior brother is worthy of it."
He is the number one genius in our Zixiao Sect in a hundred years.
Junior brother, I really have to admit it."
His words were filled with wonder, but without any irony.
And Taoist Lingche didn't expect that just one outing would make his state of mind improve again.
He couldn't help but secretly glance at Chang Li, so who is the reincarnation of this powerful person?
With his cultivation level, he naturally did not need to accept the disciple's mission.
However, when the Nascent Soul disaster was getting closer, he had a flash of inspiration in his heart, and there was a noble person who could help him.
At that time, he decided to leave the clan and take up this task.
When he met Yu Chunsi, he thought that Yu Chunsi was the one he was destined for, but he didn't expect that it was Chang Li who helped him in the end.
He couldn't help but sigh softly, the secret of heaven is really unpredictable.
Changli, who was in the environment, was naturally unaware of Taoist Lingche's psychological activities.
The fantasy in front of him changed again.
This time, what appeared was his mother's face.
This woman, who had died long ago and whose face was even blurred, said to Changli in a voice that was so gentle that it squeezed out the juice: "Changli, go home with your mother, okay?"
Changli stood there, indifferent, mother, a word that was too old, and in this life, as a cultivator, he did not have the family ties to get along with his mother.
Because his mother was very indifferent to the bond of blood, she did not want to waste her limited life on this weak son.
The path to immortality was what she wanted, so she died in an adventure in the end.
The next person who appeared was a woman wearing servant clothes.
This pretty woman looked at Chang Li with a rather shy look: "Young Master, do you want your servant to change your clothes?"
Seeing this scene, Chang Li's eyes suddenly became weird.
None of the people serving him were women.
Could it be that this illusion has the function of making something out of nothing: