Cultivation Begins with Cultivating Spiritual Roots

　　Preacher elder escaped from the mountain, and then a white rainbow flew from a distance.

　　 The white light dispersed, and a middle-aged man with a face with Chinese characters appeared.

　　 He slapped his waist with one hand, an aura gushing out, and then a huge immortal boat appeared out of thin air in front of everyone.

　　 "The handyman disciple and the unsuccessful outer disciple go down the mountain by themselves, and the outer disciple who feels successful enter my immortal boat, I will take you to the Taoist temple!" the middle-aged man said in a solemn voice.

　　 "Elder Lao is escorted." The disciples from the outer sects saluted, and then all entered the immortal boat.

　　 "You are the handyman disciple that Uncle Mo said, so you should go in too." The middle-aged man looked at Yang and said.

　　 "Thank you, the elders." Yang did not bow easily and also boarded the immortal boat.

　　 A group of handyman disciples glanced at Xianzhou enviously, and turned back down the mountain unwillingly.

　　 As for the outer disciples who have never felt successful, their eyes are red, and there is deep shame in envy.

　　 The middle-aged man saw that everyone had entered the immortal boat, so he drove the immortal boat out of the air, and in a blink of an eye he came to a large hall.

　　 He took the Xianzhou away, and everyone showed up, and then solemnly said:

　　 "The journey of cultivating immortals is extremely difficult and dangerous. It is not a great opportunity, great fortune, and great wisdom. Today, more than 100 foundation masters of our sect are here to choose disciples. Whether you can become their disciples depends on each good fortune."

　　 After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man threw a jade talisman into the sky.

　　 The jade symbol turned into a huge white crane and rushed into the sky, then burst out on the dome, turning into a group of dazzling white lights and rushing to the peaks in all directions.

　　 Within a few dozen breaths before and after, I saw a cluster of visions in the sky, with more than a hundred rays of various colors blasting from all directions, coming with a thunderous force, and the momentum was as big as the blue sky.

　　 Yang is not easy to wait for someone to take a look, and he knows that someone is coming, his breathing can't help but speed up.

　　咻咻咻!

　　 Those who escaped light fell from the sky and landed directly in front of the main hall, turning into a foundation-building master with a fairy style.

　　How powerful is the Master Building Foundation? With more than a hundred gazes, everyone didn't dare to look up and look at him. The aura of an absolute master made everyone feel a little breathless.

　　 But they quickly reduced their breath.

　　 "Junior Brother Huang, how many disciples have you recruited this time?" a beautiful plump young woman asked with a smile.

　　 "A total of 4,232 people were recruited this time, and 189 people were unsuccessful. There are a lot of good seedlings, even..."

　　 The middle-aged man paused, revealed a mysterious smile, and showed off his xuanxu.

　　 "Even what?"

　　 When everyone saw him, their pupils gathered a little and stared at him.

　　 "A perfect spiritual root owner also appeared this time!"

　　 The middle-aged man said every word.

　　 "What? Perfect spiritual root? Where is he?"

　　 All the masters were shocked, and their penetrating eyes swept across the crowd.

　　 "Senior brothers, don't look at him, the man has been taken away by the ancestor himself." The middle-aged man shook his head and said.

　　 "The ancestor... the ancestor took it away?" Everyone was taken aback, and then they nodded in relief.

　　 Such good seedlings can't be taught by them. If they fall into their hands, it would be a misunderstanding.

　　 Because the spiritual root level is divided into six levels: waste, ordinary, good, best, perfect, innate, and so on.

　　 With a perfect spiritual root, he already has the prerequisites for becoming the ancestor of the Nascent Soul. As long as the follow-up resources keep up, the Nascent Soul Realm is almost a certainty.

　　 An ancestor of the Yuanying Realm is a giant everywhere, and can protect the sect from foreign enemies for more than a thousand years.

　　 If you can't transform the gods, the cultivators in the Nascent Soul Realm of this ordinary practice world can cross and walk in all directions.

　　 It's no wonder they were so shocked when they heard of Perfect Linggen. After all, they have the potential to become the ancestor of Yuan Ying.

　　 All the disciples heard it with envy. The disciple who was accepted by the ancestor has almost ascended the sky in one step. All kinds of resources are thrown on him, and he will lack the joy of cultivation.

　　 "Well, time is precious, I will go back to do alchemy later, let's quickly choose someone." After finishing speaking, a long-faced monk who looked cold and stern, and immediately escaped into the hall.

　　 A group of Master Zhuji glanced at each other and rushed in.

"There are a hundred and eight foundation builders. If you can be accepted by them, the journey of cultivation will be easier in the future. If there is no such immortal fate, in the future, except for the monthly statutes issued by the sect. Besides, you have to rely on you to earn contribution points." The middle-aged man said.

　　 "Zongmen 108 Peaks, every peak master is a master of foundation construction. If you can worship them and be guided by them, it will be infinitely useful, and your practice will be thousands of miles per day." A disciple said excitedly.

　　 Seeing that the disciples became excited, the middle-aged man said, "The disciples who have the best spiritual roots go in!"

　　 One hundred disciples walked out and walked into the hall.

　　 Dozens of breaths passed.

　　 The middle-aged man said again: "The disciples who have good spiritual roots go in."

　　 More than a thousand disciples walked in.

　　 Soon, I saw dozens of escape lights rising from the main hall, rushing into the sky, and disappearing.

　　 "What? Are those elders no longer elected?" Seeing this, some of the outer disciples who had not yet entered could not help but become nervous.

　　 "The major peak masters will only select a few disciples with better aptitude or more desirable, and most of us will not be selected." A disciple sighed.

　　 Sure enough, as soon as his voice fell, most of the disciples who had entered before came out dejected.

　　 The middle-aged man seemed to be accustomed to it, and continued: "The disciples who have the spiritual roots of the mortal grade go in."

　　 This time, the remaining thousands of people squeezed in mightily, all wanting to stand in the forefront for the major peak owners to see and find a trace of fairy tales.

　　 Yang is not easy to follow everyone into the hall, UU reading www.uukānshu.com looked up and saw a group of people on the foundation sitting in the air, looking back and forth, as if looking for a favorite disciple.

　　 Seeing such a scene, he couldn't help but get nervous, because he also wanted to be selected by the elders. If someone taught, who would want to work hard alone?

　　Who doesn't want to be taught by a master?

　　 You can see the longing in his heart by squeezing forward quietly, no one cares about face at this time.

"I once got a thunder attribute technique when I went out to practice before. You have Lei Linggen just suitable for cultivation. Would you like to worship me as a teacher?" .

　　 "I do, I do!" The disciple jumped up excitedly and shouted.

　　 "Very well, let's go." The white-haired old man took a handful of him and immediately took him away.

　　 "A rare disciple of Lei Linggen appeared, and the old man's "Spring Thunder" is also considered to be a successor." A beautiful woman smiled.

　　 "There seems to be an ice attribute disciple below, and your luck seems to be good too!" a middle-aged man with a sword eyebrow star smiled.

　　 "You found all of this." The beautiful woman smiled, looked down, and asked aloud: "Would you like to worship me as a teacher?"

　　 "The disciple is willing!" A beautiful girl stepped forward and nodded in response.

　　 "Very good!" The beautiful woman smiled very satisfied.

　　 "Let's not waste time, just choose!" a burly man said loudly.

　　 I didn't see them speak, I saw that some of the outer disciples below were suddenly excited, and then they walked forward and waited obediently.

　　 How can everyone not know that a group of masters have spoken to their spiritual knowledge, and seeing that they have not been selected, they can't help but become anxious.