Feng Tianming and his disciples fell to the ground.

Wave your hand.

The gate of Qingyun Sect was opened.

In front of the door.

Seven people stood on both sides, in the middle, Ye Suchen sat halfway here, protecting his backpack with both hands and his eyes closed and drowsy.

"The assessment has been completed, and now, those with the Qingyun pattern in front of them will be qualified as an outer disciple of the Qingyun Sect."

As Feng Tianming's voice fell.

Among the fifteen people, according to the ranking, there are blue cloud patterns that appear in them in turn.

The first one to appear was Ye Suchen.

"After entering the sect, walk to the left, the deepest part is where your outer sect is."

After Feng Tianming briefly introduced the rules of the Qingyun Sect, he signaled that they could go to the outer sect.

"Elder Feng, what should I do, this big brother..."

One person looked at Ye Suchen, who was still half sitting on the ground and unconscious, and asked.

"What should I do? You carry it over. Now, you are the same brothers."

Feng Tianming said angrily.

The man heard this and began to divide the work and cooperate with other people around him.

One person was responsible for carrying the basket, and the other few were responsible for carrying Ye Suchen to the outer door.

But just when they wanted to take the basket from Ye Suchen's hand.

Ye Suchen's hand holding the backpack became extremely hard.

It's like tying ten fingers tightly in.

Feng Tianming looked at Ye Wan, who was also sleeping in his backpack, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Then, looking at the scars of big and small, new and old on Ye Suchen's body, he sighed in his heart:

From where he came, to here.

Along the way, I must have encountered many dangers.

"Elder Feng, I can't get it out..."

The man said a little embarrassedly.

"Forget it." Feng Tianming turned around and said to the two disciples beside him:

"You two, take this child to the outer door."

After Feng Tianming finished speaking, he turned around and walked quickly towards the depths of the sect.

...

Sect, cabinet.

Bang bang bang bang.

A rushing knock on the door sounded.

"Enter."

Wei Yuan put down the book in his hand, stood up and walked towards the cabinet door.

"Oh? Elder Feng? So impatient, it doesn't look like your style."

Wei Yuan looked at Feng Tianming with an anxious look and quipped, "Have you met a genius who is rare in a century?"

"Sect Master, do you still remember the little girl from ten years ago?"

Feng Tianming's words made Wei Yuan fall into deep thought.

"You met the same person?"

"Yes! The newly selected disciple, the girl he carries, is exactly the same disease as the little girl ten years ago!"

Feng Tianming said in a deep voice.

"Can you be sure that both diseases are one?"

"Sure."

Faced with Wei Yuan’s question, Feng Tianming answered with great affirmation:

"The Supreme Yin constitution contains cold and heat, and the whole body will show obvious jade-white skin, and it will only appear on people who have not practiced."

"The girl has no spiritual energy on her body, and her condition is exactly the same, I can be sure."

Wei Yuan looked at Feng Tianming and was silent for a moment.

Ten years ago.

When the sect recruited disciples, he and Feng Tianming met a little girl sleeping on the roadside.

Out of inner goodness, they brought it back to the sect and treated it.

For ordinary people, even the most deadly tuberculosis, for practitioners, they only need to inject spiritual energy into their bodies to cure it.

but,

No matter how they transmit spiritual energy to the little girl, it is of no use.

It's like a bottomless pit, only entering and not leaving.

Afterwards, by looking up ancient books, they then determined the little girl's symptoms.

This is: the ultimate yin constitution.

This physique is extremely fatal to ordinary people.

Ordinary people cannot sense spiritual energy, but the Supreme Yin constitution will constantly absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and then convert it into cold energy and contain it in the body.

I won't notice it when I was young, but when I reached the age of seven or eight, I will become weak and sick.

After that, you will be attacked by the cold air and become unconscious.

Most people can live to be less than twenty years old.

However, if you refine this constitution and use its cold air for your own use.

Such talent is enough to be comparable to the innate holy body.

At that time, he used up everything to treat the little girl.

After all, once the treatment is successful, not only will the little girl survive, but his status as Qingyun Sect will also rise.

Unfortunately, it failed in the end.

They are missing something.

Thousand-year-old spiritual herb!

Spiritual grass is born towards the sun.

It has been nurtured for thousands of years and is a treasure of extreme yang.

After taking it, it can dispel the cold air in the body and inhibit the side effects caused by Yin constitution.

Thousand-year-old spiritual herbs are very difficult to obtain for ordinary sects like them.

Because at present, the only way to obtain the entire Martial Emperor Realm is to participate in the trial of Ten Thousand Sects.

The top ten places are often taken over by major sects such as Jixia Academy and Guangling Sect.

They simply cannot get it.

Wei Yuan came to his senses, looked at Feng Tianming, and said in a deep voice:

"What do you think is to let that child participate in the trial of Ten Thousand Sects, or should I, Qingyun Sect, try all my strength and create a genius to compete for the top ten places?"

Wei Yuan said with a wry smile.

Until now, he can still recall the expression of the little girl when she died.

Painful and helpless.

If he had been a Qingyun Sect thousands of years ago, he might have been able to compete for the quota for the trial of ten thousand sects.

But now, the sect is in decline and is no longer the same as before.

Even the best disciples of Qingyun Sect are at ordinary levels in Jixia Academy and Guangling Sect.

What to fight for?

Feng Tianming looked at Wei Yuan's depressed look and said helplessly:

"When did I become a timid mouse who surrenders without fighting?"

Wei Yuan sighed: "I have lived for more than a hundred years and have long lost my romantic fantasies."
To be continued...