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The Cultivation World in the Central Plains has tighter control over cultivation techniques. Not only cultivation techniques, but also other resources for immortality, such as spiritual veins, are in the hands of major forces. If the bottom-level cultivators want to stand out, they must invest in the arms of the major forces.

The Cultivation World in the Central Plains is well-organized, and it is difficult for the monks at the bottom to stand out. Most of the resources are concentrated in the hands of the big forces. The Cultivation Family in the Central Plains is more united and the system is more mature.

The Xiuxian sect is the controller of Donghuang, the Xiuxian family is the controller of the Central Plains Xiuxian world, and the royal family is the most powerful immortal family in the dynasty.

"Okay, stop chatting, before the sun sets, if you haven't reached the top of the mountain, you won't be able to enter Yingtian Academy, and you will have to wait for more than ten years."

The young man in green shirt strode up the mountain, very fast.

Wang Tianwen shook his head. He was not optimistic about the youth in green shirts. The assessment of Yingtian Academy was not that simple, and there would definitely be troubles on the way. One day was enough for them to go back and forth several times.

He walked up the mountain, not very fast.

Time passed little by little, and the bluestone stairs seemed to be endless, never ending.

More than a dozen men in coarse clothes rushed towards the mountain with great strides. After a while, ripples appeared in the void ahead, and they disappeared.

Wang Tianwen was not in a hurry, and walked up the mountain step by step. From time to time, people passed Wang Tianwen and disappeared, but when Wang Tianwen walked to the place where they disappeared, there was nothing.

Three hours have passed, and before they reached the top of the mountain, many people were panting. Some people looked behind them and found a long staircase behind them.

Wang Tianwen did not look behind him, but kept walking forward.

With no one to supervise, some immortal cultivators made a crooked idea and secretly used the wind control technique, which was half the speed.

Not long after, they also disappeared into the void, as if they had never appeared.

At this time, there were more than 50 people around Wang Tianwen, some of whom were sweating profusely, and their clothes were soaked with sweat.

With the blazing sun on their heads, they walked slowly towards the mountain.

The sky was slowly darkening, a scorching sun was slowly descending, and they had not yet reached the top of the mountain.

Sweat wet Wang Tianwen's clothes, sticking to him sticky, he didn't use any mana, his legs were sore, he didn't know how many steps he took.

Some people are worried about losing the election, or speed up their pace, or secretly bless the wind control technique. Some people use magic power to shake off the sweat from their bodies and dry their clothes at the same time in order to cool down.

The wet clothes were clinging to his body, and every step he took was sticky and uncomfortable. It stands to reason that he should have reached a high place after walking for so long. Strangely, there was no wind at all.

The sun is about to go down, and they haven't reached the top yet.

Wang Tianwen was not in a hurry, wiped the sweat from his face, and moved on.

He only felt that a flower suddenly appeared in the peach blossom forest. The air was filled with a thick portrait, pink petals were scattered on the ground, and a group of young girls with gorgeous facial features were dancing in the peach blossom forest. , their beautiful eyes are full of affection, as if Wang Tianwen is their lover.

"Illusion? It's interesting." Wang Tianwen smiled lightly, closed his eyes, and walked forward.

Not long after, a loud male voice suddenly sounded: "Bold, it's not expensive to meet King Luyang."

Wang Tianwen felt that someone pushed him, but he ignored it and continued to walk forward.

"Ten Tian, ​​come back quickly, something happened to the family, a thief came to kill him, come back quickly." Wang Qingkai's voice suddenly sounded.

"Ninth brother, seventh brother, I fought with you."

The roars continued, vaguely mixed with the screams of men and women.

Wang Tianwen paused for a moment and continued on.

After a while, the screams disappeared.

He felt that he hit the real thing. He tried several times, but found that he couldn't get through. He opened his eyes and found two men and a woman in front of him.

Wang Tianwen's eyes fell on a young man in a green shirt, and he said in surprise, "Qi Uncle, why are you here?"

"Ten Tian, ​​why did you come to the Central Plains Xiu Xian world? I came to Yingtian Academy to do something." Wang Qingshan said with a smile.

Wang Tianwen chuckled lightly and said, "The so-called barrier is just something I came up with in my heart. The Seventh Uncle is only in the foundation-building stage, so it is impossible for him to go to Yingtian Academy. He should be in the Core-forming stage, and the Seventh Uncle is practicing kendo. , he hates the Confucian sect to promote the kingly way, and fake things are always fake."

He closed his eyes and continued to walk forward.

It didn't take long for him to feel like he was bumping into a warm object, like a human being.

"Okay, if you can come here, it means you have passed the assessment." A man's voice full of energy suddenly sounded.

Wang Tianwen ignored it, moved on, and was blocked back.

"Senior, you passed the test, open your eyes!" The man's tone was sincere.

Wang Tianwen hesitated for a moment, then opened his eyes.

Two men dressed as Confucian scholars stood in front of them, a man in blue shirt in his early thirties, and a youth in yellow shirt in his early twenties. They had mana fluctuations on their bodies, and they were all qi cultivators. Behind them, there is a magnificent palace with three big characters "Yingtian Temple" written on the plaque.

Wang Tianwen looked around and found that there were three people beside him, and none of his companions were there.

There was a black-faced man in coarse cloth, a purple-skirted woman with delicate features, and a fat-headed and big-eared youth in a golden shirt. The golden-shirted youth and the purple-skirted woman were qi cultivators, and the black-faced man was a mortal.

"Congratulations on passing the assessment and officially becoming a disciple of our Yingtian Academy. Do you want to be a disciple of the Lower Court or the Upper Court?"

The man in blue shirt asked with a smile on his face.

"Dare you ask Xiongtai, is there any difference between the upper court and the lower court?"

"The disciples of the lower court have a high chance of becoming officials, and they will manage the people in the future. The disciples of the lower court only read books and do not practice. The disciples of the upper court can read or practice. If you want to become a disciple of the upper court, you need to do things for the academy. If you do well, there will be extra rewards. There will be punishment.”

All four of Wang Tianwen wanted to become disciples of the upper court, and the upper court had a brighter future.

The man in the blue shirt didn't say much. He took out a silver jade plate and said, "This is a spiritual test plate. I will ask you some questions. Don't lie, and answer truthfully. If the spiritual test plate finds out that you are lying, I will send you down the mountain directly."

He simply asked Wang Tianwen about the origins of the four of them. This is also normal. Yingtian Academy is a cultivator after all.

The other three are from the Luzhou world, Wang Tianwen did not hide it and answered truthfully.

Knowing that Wang Tianwen was from a cultivating family in Donghuang, the man in the blue shirt was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything. There are one hundred and eight commandments, and you will be punished if you violate any of them. You must memorize them by heart, and I will arrange accommodation for you first!"

Wang Tianwen glanced at the bluestone stairs behind him~www.novelmt.com~ and walked into Yingtian Hall.

A quarter of an hour later, Wang Tianwen, the black-faced man, and the young man in the golden shirt appeared in a secluded courtyard with three guest rooms, exactly one for each person.

"This is your residence. You have to go to the school on time. Mr. Lu will teach you to read."

"Under Liu Xian, we will be classmates from now on. Please take care of the two of you."

The black-faced man bowed his hands to Wang Tianwen and the young man in the golden shirt, and said politely.

"Liu Xiandi is very polite, as it should be."

Wang Tianwen returned a salute with a sincere expression.

"I'm a little tired. Let's sleep first and talk about it tomorrow."

The young man in the golden shirt yawned and walked towards a guest room.

Wang Tianwen pushed open the door of a guest room, which was simply furnished, with a bed, a table and a few chairs, nothing more.

He let out a sigh of relief, and said to himself, "I don't know if Duke Qibo Jin has entered the stage of forming an elixir, and there is still an old ancestor. I don't know if his old man is well."

He secretly made a decision to find a Confucianism practice that could cultivate to a high level, and he would return to Donghuang.

He sat cross-legged on the wooden bed and slowly closed his eyes.

Before long, a layer of white aura appeared on Wang Tianwen's body.

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