Tian Yuan Xian Ji

Chapter 770 Choose Taixuanzong
As for the disciples of the Qianyi Sect, when he rushed to the front, he had already entrusted them to Jiang Yuhuan, including the materials left by the Qianyi Sect.

Gein didn't know whether he would survive the war, so he was prepared.

With Jiang Yuhuan's protection, the livelihood of those disciples should not be a problem.

However, if there is a chance, he still has to bring these people to his side, but now is not the time to think about it, at least he has to gain a firm foothold in Taixuanzong.

Bai Jintang's words still ring in his ears, telling him to talk less and do less means telling him to act in a low-key manner.

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The days flew by, and a few months passed in the blink of an eye.

In the majestic and majestic hall, disciples of many sects gathered together, whispering to each other in twos and threes.

About a quarter of an hour later, a man dressed in Taixuanzong's costume came in from the outside, walked up to the upper seat, and said: "Dear friends, I have been waiting for a long time, my next king Yanxuan, Master Duan of this sect ordered me to greet my colleagues from all sects." , preside over this matter."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen people from the outside entered the inner room with stacks of files and placed them on their desks.

Wang Yanxuan continued: "According to statistics, there are a total of [-] sects in the islands of Qinghai, and a total of [-] Xuanmen monks joined the Qingzhou Allied Army. They are monks in the regular teams of each legion, and the rest of the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment disciples belong to the legion's reserve."

"According to the decision of the headquarters, all the Qi refining and foundation building disciples in Qinghai are divided into the C-level Taoist sects in each city. The remaining monks in the regular teams of the legions will be recruited from the B-level and above Taoist sects."

"After the Great War, there are a total of [-] surviving Ching Hai Jindan cultivators from various ministries, and the files of all of them are here. According to the rules, they will be handed over to B after being selected by Taoist sects above Class A and above. Super Xuanmen selection test, everyone, please start!"

"Let me tell you! Why bother, the legions can be assigned directly! Just these crooked melons and split dates with three peaches and two dates are so motivating." A man dressed in Baoyuzong's costume was flipping through the desk below. The last scroll shook his head and said.

"I said yes. It is expected that a group of low-level monks in Qinghai can be assigned casually. They still need to be selected. If we want to recruit monks, I don't know how many monks who have turned into gods are willing to flock in."

"These people are lucky. If there were no Mubei monsters to cause chaos, they would have to hide in a corner of Qinghai for the rest of their lives. Now they have a chance to jump over the dragon's gate. Maybe they are really grateful to the Mubei monsters."

"Isn't this for the sake of publicity? When they were called into the Qingzhou Allied Army, they worked hard all these years. Now that Qinghai is occupied again, and the sect is disbanded, the higher-ups can't say nothing at all! They have to give something." The good thing is, otherwise the hearts of other Taoists will be chilled, and the next time the Mubei monsters attack again, no one will follow orders and contribute their strength."

"Wang Daoyou's words are fair. The higher-ups didn't agree with him, so they directly handed over the man's lair to the Nether Sea Organization. If you don't give some sweetness, I'm afraid it won't make sense."

"Actually, the above is doing this mainly for the sake of other sects. The Mubei monsters will inevitably make a comeback again. If they invade Qingzhou at that time, won't other sects have to evacuate with their families like these Qinghai monks? Today these The fate of the monks of the Qinghai sect may be the fate of the Qingzhou Donglai County sect tomorrow."

Everyone said in one word.

In the chief seat, Wang Yanxuan flipped through the dossiers. When he read one of them, his hands paused slightly, but he saw the first page of the dossier read: Qinghai Xingang Qianyi Zong Tangning, a native of Tangliu Village in South China, In the mid-Golden Core period, the master of the Xuande Hall of Qianyizong, with a medium spiritual root qualification.

The following pages are detailed archival records.

Daoding entered Qianyizong in [-].

Dao Ding transformed into a mortal in [-].

Dowding...

Wang Yanxuan shook his head imperceptibly, put the dossier on the other side on his left, and continued to flip through the stack of dossiers on his right.

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In Fenghua City, where the Sixth Column of the [-]rd Legion was stationed, in front of the cave, a flash of light shot towards him, revealing the figure of a burly man. He flipped his hand, and the talisman disappeared into the room.

Not long after, a figure flashed inside, and a man with a fair complexion appeared, it was Zhang Zhongxu, the captain of the eighth column of the [-]rd Army Corps.

"Junior Brother Yan came to the humble house in person, why not?" Zhang Zhongxu said to the man.

"Senior Brother Zhang, under the order of my uncle from the headquarters, I came here to inform you that the list of personnel selected by each sect has been finalized, so I came here to ask their wishes."

"Okay, I'll send someone to deliver the order."

The two escaped from the light and came to the meeting hall on the top of the mountain. The two rotating disciples in front of the hall saluted quickly when they saw them.

"Go and inform the various federations, and let all the monks from Qinghai's hometown gather in front of the hall."

"Yes." The two walked away.

Zhang Zhongxu and the man entered the hall and sat down as guests and hosts. After chatting for a while, Zhang Zhongxu said: "I heard that this time there are [-] places in our sect. I don't know who is so lucky. There may be disciples of our sect in our army." quota?"

"A total of two people from the Legion were selected by the sect, and one of them is in your column."

"Oh? I don't know who it is?"

"It's a monk from Qinghai Xingang, named Tang Ning. He works in the team directly under your eighth league."

"What's so special about this person?"

The man looked like a smile but not a smile: "I've read his files, he's nothing special, he's in the mid-stage of Golden Core cultivation, there's nothing different from ordinary people, even worse than ordinary people, his spiritual root aptitude is just below average, Very inferior, the only thing worth mentioning is that this person is the head of the Xuande Hall of his sect."

"Oh?" Hearing what he said, Zhang Zhongxu became a little interested: "What is this saying? I think there must be something hidden inside?"

"I also heard that this son seems to have some relationship with this sect. Someone from above said hello to Mr. Duan, who is in charge of this matter. Mr. Duan refused because of his favor, so he agreed. By default."

"Who is so arrogant? Even Mr. Duan is inconvenient to refuse?"

"I don't know exactly who it is."

"So, this kid really has some skills, I can't think of it! A mere Jindan cultivator in Qinghai, who is so inconspicuous, can actually have a relationship with my grand master uncle. I want to meet this person later. I don't know if the other one is who?"

"The other one is a monk from the three verticals of the headquarters. He was originally a monk from Qiyun Island. His surname is Qi and his name is Jian. He has cultivated at the early stage of Yuanying, and his spiritual root aptitude is relatively high. He has broken through Yuanying within three hundred years of practice. This should be He was chosen on his own merit."

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Tang Ning was sitting cross-legged in the room when he heard a knock on the door. He opened his eyes from meditation, got up and opened the door, but saw Fang Ting standing outside the room, he hurriedly saluted: "Senior Fang, How did you come here, I don't know what to order?"

"Pass down the order of the head of the headquarters, requesting you monks from Qinghai to go to the meeting hall to gather immediately." Fang Ting said.

"Dare to ask, but it's about selecting disciples for the sect?" Tangning asked hastily.

"I don't know, but I don't think there should be anything else besides this. You go right away! The column captain is waiting for you."

"Okay, junior understands." Tang Ning jumped up, and after a short walk, he came to the top of a mountain. More than ten monks had gathered in front of the meeting hall.

As time passed, more and more monks came, and everyone chatted softly.

A man walked into the hall and saluted Zhang Zhongxu who was sitting upright: "Uncle Master, all the monks from Qinghai in the headquarters have arrived, and there is only one monk named Xu Wei in the Sanlian, who is not currently in the residence. In the middle, I heard that he has gone out."

"Leave him alone, Senior Brother Yan, please." The two stood up and left the hall.

Everyone saw a few people coming out of the hall, the two leaders with unfathomable cultivation, they all stood with their heads down, not saying a word.

(End of this chapter)