Chapter 1237 The Vigorous Dragon Cauldron

As soon as the middle-aged man appeared, three men and one woman in the small world saluted one after another.

"Uncle Mo!"

"Uncle Mo!"

Originally, the assessments in Wanshen Ridge were too frequent, and it was enough to be presided over by a direct disciple, but if the gods of the sect were invited, an elder-level powerhouse was needed to sit here.

Seeing the middle-aged man's appearance, Yi Yun felt a sea-like aura from him, which made Yi Yun withdraw his perception immediately.

"Huh?" Mo Shanqing seemed to notice something when he raised his head.

"Uncle, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing..." Mo Shanqing shook his head, "Maybe some old guy is interested in our Wanshen Ridge's assessment, but it's okay, it's absolutely impossible to covet my Wanshen Ridge's fetish."

Mo Shanqing didn't care who it was. Although he presided over the assessment, he was in charge of the sect's fetish, but he couldn't influence this fetish at all, let alone others.

"I won't go out, I'm in the small world, you go out and follow the procedure."

Mo Shanqing said indifferently that he had no interest in this kind of assessment. The level of registered disciples was so poor that it was basically a waste of his time. It was too difficult to find someone who could attract the fetish in the assessment.

"Yes, Uncle Mo!"

The four took orders and stepped directly out of the stone archway.

The warriors in the square saw a film of light appear out of thin air in the stone archway, and then four Wanshenling disciples in purple clothes stepped out of the void.

"Purple clothes and gold characters, they are direct disciples of Wanshen Ridge!"

People who came here many times are no longer surprised by this scene, but some disciples who have just arrived are a little surprised.

However, no matter if they were newcomers or old people, they all felt sincere envy towards the four direct disciples of Wanshen Ridge.

Those are direct disciples. Even if many of them become Wanshenling disciples, they may only be outer disciples. To put it bluntly, they are doing odd jobs. The gap between him and his direct disciples is like a natural moat.

Several people have long been accustomed to this kind of envy. This purple dress is always the focus of attention no matter where she goes.

"Welcome all martial arts fellow practitioners to participate in my Wanshen Ridge's entry assessment. My Wanshen Ridge selects disciples, and I will give priority to a wisdom root! If you have a wisdom root, no matter how poor your cultivation is, you can enter my Wanshen Ridge, or at least become an insider." Disciple!"

"If you don't have Huigen, then I'm sorry, but we can only look at bone age and talent. We don't consider those who can't enter the Dao Condensation Realm before the age of one hundred. Even if they can enter the Dao Palace Realm, it depends on the degree of comprehension."

The person who introduced the entry rules was Senior Brother Ji.

There are three assessments for the entrance to Wanshenling, the first is to evaluate Huigen, the second is to cultivate and bone age, and the third is to evaluate rules.

In fact, every time so many people gather, quite a few of them don't meet the second criterion at all, and they all count on the first criterion.

What is this Huigen, no one can tell, only Wanshenling will see this, this is their only chance to soar into the sky.

However, after several years of assessment, there are very few people with wisdom roots.

"Okay, let's not talk much, let's start now!"

Senior Brother Ji waved his hand while speaking, the light curtain of the stone arch flickered again, and a gray cloud of mist flew out of the stone arch.

As soon as this cloud and mist appeared, the atmosphere in the field changed immediately. The originally lively square turned into a gray area. The strong sense of oppression made people feel speechless. For warriors with weaker cultivation bases, Almost couldn't bear to kneel down in front of the cloud of gray fog.

The gray mist rose slowly into the sky, merged with the clouds in the sky, and finally formed a huge gray vortex. The vortex slowly rotated. In the dark center, there were thunder and lightning, as if connected to another world.

"This is……"

Yi Yun narrowed his eyes. Through the black vortex, he saw a big bronze cauldron. This big tripod had three legs and two ears. The cauldron gushed out, and Shenlong was bathed in the black air, as if he was about to come back to life.

"This is the Kanglong Cauldron, and it is also a township of Wanshenling."

Senior Brother Ji proudly said that even though Ci Ding was a township of Wanshen Ridge, even the Patriarch couldn't refine it to drive it.

They can only invite the tripod out. As for whether someone snatches it from the scene, there is no need to worry about it. The tripod has its own consciousness and no one can snatch it away.

"Now, you can sacrifice a drop of your own blood and put it on the body of the cauldron. If you can make the Kanglong cauldron scream, you will be considered qualified! You can become an inner disciple of my sect!"

"If you can arouse a ray of divine light from Kanglongding, you will become my core disciple of Wanshenling!"

"If you can shake the Kanglong Cauldron, as long as your talent is not too bad, you may even become a direct disciple!"

Senior Brother Ji didn't say any more after this point, in fact, shaking the Kanglong Cauldron might lead to treasures, which is what the ancestor valued.

However, this is the secret of Wanshen Ridge, and only his personal disciples know it, and he will not tell these people.

"Let's start now! Just sacrifice a drop of blood!"

"A drop of blood?"

Yi Yun frowned slightly. It didn't matter if it was just perception. If blood was to be sacrificed, the blood drop would contain his own qi and blood imprint, and Yi Yun always felt that it was not safe to sacrifice it.

And at this time, beside Yi Yun, some examiners had bitten their fingers and ejected the blood from their fingertips.

Of course they didn't think as much as Yi Yun did. The Wanshen Ridge entrance examination had been held countless times, and each time nearly ten thousand people sacrificed their blood and smeared it on the Kanglong Cauldron.

They watched the blood drops flying into the vortex eagerly, but most of the blood drops were blown away by the violent Yuan Qi the moment they flew into the vortex, turning into a puff of blood mist and disappearing.

Only about 10% of the remaining blood drops fell on the Kanglong cauldron.

But these blood drops disappeared directly on Ding's body, as if absorbed by Kanglong Ding.

The Kanglong Cauldron has not changed, it is still suspended in the huge vortex, and its huge and majestic momentum suppresses the world.

Many people were not reconciled to failure, and still looked at the place where their blood droplets flew out, hoping for a miracle to happen. However, the Kanglong Cauldron was as solid as a mountain, and they failed in the end.

"too difficult."

Some people shook their heads, what exactly is the so-called "root of wisdom"? How can we shake the Kanglong Cauldron?

Yi Yun watched all of this silently. After the first group of people failed, another group of people bit their fingers and blood dripped out.

This tripod is weird! Just as Yi Yun was thinking about it, he suddenly saw that in a corner of the square, Old Snake also raised his head, looking at the Kanglong Cauldron floating in the air, a bright light flashed inadvertently in his small eyes.

Um? This old man...

He is also interested in Kang Longding?

In Yi Yun's impression, Old Snake was just a joking old jerk, and it was rare to see him with such serious eyes.

Is it possible...

Yi Yun suddenly realized a possibility, maybe the old man was spending his days in Wanshen Ridge because of the Hyperactive Dragon Cauldron?

Thinking of the conversation of the four direct disciples of Wanshen Ridge in the previous restriction, and thinking of Lao Snake selling scalper tickets at the entrance examination site, Yi Yun felt that the possibility was not small.