Chapter 6142 The Second Round of Selection (Seeking a Monthly Ticket)

Tian Rulu bit her lip so hard that she couldn't hold back her jealousy.

But it doesn't matter, it is impossible for that waste to pass the second round of selection because of the disorder of demonic energy in her body. As long as she obtains the qualifications for practicing the eight chapters, Tian Ruhua is still no match for her.

If she is lucky, maybe she can get the qualifications to cultivate in the Eighth Chapter. If that's the case, this waste is even more incomparable to her.

Besides, even if this bastard is really enlightened, she still has countless ways to kill her.

Thinking of this, Tian Rulu calmed down and focused his attention on the statue that reappeared in the ancestral hall.

The second round of selection is different from the first round, which is sorted by age, this time by drawing lots.

Yun Chujiu saw No. 19 in her hand, and there was no fluctuation in her heart. Anyway, she has temporarily saved her life, and she will just shoot a slap at that time.

The "magic energy" in his meridians is "disordered", and there is a great elder guarding him, and no one can say anything.

Tian Rushen was the first to walk into the ancestral hall, calmly concentrated, and slapped the statue with all his strength.

The magical energy contained in the palm wind hit the statue without the slightest reaction, just like a mud cow entering the sea.

Tian Rushen's face was suddenly full of disappointment, and the face of the third elder was not very good-looking.

Since the three of them taught these juniors separately, they also had a bit of a competitive spirit, but Tian Rushen, who he was most optimistic about, failed.

The next few people who were selected also failed, and it was Tian Ruliang's turn.

Tian Ruliang took a deep breath and slapped the statue with all his strength.

The magic energy in the palm of the wind hit the statue, and then the phantom of "Supreme Magic Tome" gradually appeared above the statue and slowly opened.

Among them, vague handwriting appeared on half of the page, exuding a faint black light.

Tian Ruliang was ecstatic, it was done! He succeeded!

He has obtained the cultivation qualifications of the Eight Outer Chapters!

From now on, his life will be different.

After the phantom disappeared, Tian Ruliang walked out of the ancestral hall in high spirits, and the second elder nodded repeatedly: "You can practice with me in the future!"

This has always been the practice of the Tian family, and the previous group teaching was also for this purpose.

Tian Ruliang couldn't help being overjoyed immediately, and stepped aside after salute.

Next, it was Tian Rulu's turn, and Tian Rulu walked into the ancestral hall with some trepidation.

She bit her lip, took a deep breath, and slapped the statue.

Above the statue, the phantom of the "Supreme Magic Tome" gradually appeared, and it was slowly opened. There were vague handwritings on half of the paper, exuding a faint black light.

Although Tian Rulu was a little disappointed that he didn't get the training qualification for the inner eight chapters, it is gratifying to be able to obtain the training qualification for the outer eight chapters.

Seeing this, Hei Xinjiu pouted, this "Supreme Magic Tome" is probably blind, and it actually allowed Tian Rulu, a little bitch, to get the qualifications to practice in the other eight chapters.

The next few people to be selected are only Tian Ruji, who was taught by the third elder, who has obtained the qualifications for the cultivation of the outer eight chapters.

The face of the third elder looked a little better now. Anyway, he is now tied with the other two elders.

The next few people all ended in failure, and there was only one lonely person left at the scene who had not participated in the selection.

Yun Chujiu got goosebumps when she saw the loving and expectant eyes of the great elder, like an old mother, and walked into the ancestral hall.

She has already thought about it, and she will give up the selection on the pretext of demonic disorder in a while, so that this broken statue will not touch porcelain again.

Continue at noon tomorrow, rolling and selling cute monthly passes, ah ah!