Chapter 477

Chen Jie began to prepare for the great battle of zongmen. At the same time, the deadline for these youths of zongmen is about to come.

In the last few days, Chen Jie built a medium-sized spirit gathering array in the martial arts arena of Yanwu hall to absorb the spirit of mountains and rivers to nourish the body of these children.

Some of them will not join qingxuanzong. Chen Jie also wants to make them healthier.

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"Today is the day to test your accomplishments!"

"There are two kinds of tests, one is talent test, the other is boxing test!"

Only if both of them are qualified, can we join qingxuanzong. Of course, if the talent is not good and the boxing test is too qualified, we can also join as we wish!

Standing on the temporary high platform, Zhou Tai yelled at more than 800 young people in high spirits below.

"In every elder's place, display martial arts skills and test the level of cultivation!"

Zhou Tai yelled and immediately sat down in his seat.

There are seven elders in total, plus Xiao Tian, the eighth elder who finally got Chen Qingxuan's approval. Now there are eight elders in qingxuanzong.

More than 800 people lined up in eight teams, each with an elder. One of them displayed his understanding of tiger boxing clumsily or flexibly.

"No, it's not tiger boxing. It's dog boxing. Next."

"No, it's too small. It's like a woman. Next."

"Good! It's already 50% similar. What's your name? Let's make a special remark... "

With these teenagers nervous demonstration, everyone took a breath of air conditioning, these teenagers actually eliminated almost half of the rate.

These eliminated teenagers, with dim tears in their eyes, are full of regret and fear on their faces.

A large group of them, their hands are covered with blood scabs, which are formed by beating the tree trunk.

Eight elders are carefully examining, and finally selected seven gifted teenagers. The first level is the elimination of more than 300 teenagers.

The seven teenagers practiced in front of Chen Jie, and the latter nodded. Although their talents were not abnormal, they were also quite high. In 15 days, most of them realized 50% or 60%.

"Now the second level, talent test, put your hand on this stone."

Zhou Tai's voice was a little bit lost, because the understanding of these teenagers' boxing skills was terrible to him.

Zhou Tai's family used to be very rich. When he asked himself, when he was a teenager, his understanding of this kind of boxing was enough to surpass these teenagers several times.

It's easy to understand this truth. Young people who have been immersed in the martial arts family have a much higher vision than those who only know farming.

Eight hundred people touched the stone in turn, and only about 400 of them let the stone shine.

"Those who have passed both ways, please stay. I will arrange boats for the others to send you home in a few days."

Seeing these teenagers, many of them had tears in their eyes. Zhou Tai was also complicated in his heart, and said lightly.

If the clan wants to develop, it's natural to concentrate all the superior resources on the young people with high talent, and cultivate a young master, who can be one to ten.

Although Chen Jie has the resources of the king of gold carving, he can't squander them at will, because it takes at least ten years, even more than ten years, for a young man to become the backbone of the clan.

In ten years, cultivation resources alone are a huge number. Of course, not all of them belong to the sect. The disciples themselves have to take on some tasks, such as collecting herbs, finding disciples, hunting wild animals and so on.

Looking at the remaining 200 people, Chen Jie nodded. These people will be the mainstay of qingxuanzong in the future.

"I will go out with the elders for a few days. Only eight elders are left in the sect. You can ask him if you have anything."

A few days later, Chen Jie left the Mountain Gate of qingxuanzong with seven people. At the same time, he said with a smile to the teenagers.

The teenagers clenched their fists and nodded heavily. In their opinion, such a young master is naturally a genius among the talents. Otherwise, how can these elders be convinced?

This time, Chen Jie's goal is very direct, that is to find CE Wentian and grab his three magic swords.

Before that, he had no power to defeat CE Wentian.

But now, Chen Jie is convinced that CE Wentian is not his opponent, because he has the wings of evolution!

Soon after, several people came to Yecheng, the city where the Tianchuan gang was.

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"Brother Chen Jie... Finally found you. These days... I've been looking for you so hard!"

Suddenly, a warm and fragrant nephrite came into his arms. Chen Jie's body was a little stiff. He saw a young girl in a cyan skirt crying in front of him.

"Qingyan? Aren't you supposed to be in Tianhuang college? How could you be in Yecheng? "

Chen Jie a Leng, wipe tears for the girl, quickly asked.

"People in my family have come to see me, but there is something wrong with the cultivation in my body. Now I'm looking for the medical saint to treat me!"

Green Yan takes to cry a cavity way.

Yecheng, Fengxue Pavilion.

This is the highest standard Inn in Yecheng.

In an antique house, sandalwood sends out light fog, which makes people relaxed and happy.

An old man with a thin neck like a crane's neck was reading a yellow incomplete medical book in the dim light.

It's amazing that he holds the medical classics in one hand and devotes himself to it, while in the other hand, he occasionally picks out silver needles of different thickness from the medicine box.

These silver needles are as thick as embroidery needles. They are as thin as hair. It's hard for the naked eye to catch them.

"Shua!"

He didn't look at it. The silver light flashed in the air. It seemed casual, but it was very accurate on the wooden bed. It was in the acupoint on a bald man's chest.

In a short time, there were already 80 or 90 silver needles on the chest of the great man. Some of them were inserted into one acupoint with different depths and directions, which was amazing.

The middle-aged man on the bed is about thirty years old. Although he has closed his eyes and naked scars, he can still make people feel the faint murderous spirit from his strong body.

On the strong bronze chest, the healed scars are all over the chest, and the head of the beast is engraved with a dignified bronze pattern!

"The Sanyang pulse is scattered, the Dachong pulse is floating, and there is no sign of improvement. It's really strange..."

Wang Kang's eyelids drooped slightly and said something to himself. Suddenly, his right hand was three inches above the man's body and waved slightly.

I saw that the plain old palm, as if with a suction, like iron needles meet magnets, will all those silver needles pulled up!

"Cough!"

The big man's facial features twisted together, his chest heaved violently, his expression was extremely painful, his mouth was slightly open, and a pool of black pus and blood flowed out.

A young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, came to wipe the pus and blood from the corners of his mouth.

"Master, how many days will he be well? Miss Qingyan asked me to ask you yesterday. I didn't dare to come in for fear of disturbing the master. "