A shout with a little impatient voice sounded, and at the front of the crowd, two other young-looking immortals of Dou Kuangmen moved out two tables and began to sort out another open space.

It seems that the registration place has been prepared.

Du Buqi and the crowd below were all excited, and the noise became louder, and they rushed forward like a fart, squeezing and yelling.

"I'm not afraid of stampede incidents." Du Buqi was still timid about this situation. He shrank his head and muttered carefully, and rushed forward carefully.

But he could understand the mood of these people.

After all, the opportunity to become an immortal! Now it is in front of you. Who can guarantee that if you are one step late, your immortal fate will not be snatched away by others?

If Du Buqi's current body was not that weak and did not feel like a gust of wind could blow him to death suddenly, he would have squeezed forward desperately.

If a person does not punish himself, he will be able to become an immortal one step earlier than others, and he will be able to be awesome one day earlier than others.

But just as the situation was getting more and more chaotic, at this time, in the central square, among the Doukuangmen immortals.

The one who seemed to be the most powerful person stood up slowly, looked at the city people below with expressionless expression, and spoke slightly.

"quiet!"

boom--

A deafening sound wave shook, shocking all the unordered crowd two steps back.

The same is true for Du Buqi. He felt deafening. The immortal's word "silent" made him look dark and he kept retreating to a relatively back position.

"If you cause trouble again, you will be expelled from this Immortal Ascension Conference!"

Seeing that everyone had calmed down, everyone looked at the monk standing in front of him with a shocked look on his face, with a monk standing with his hands behind his back, and the expressionless face finally nodded with satisfaction.

Because he knew that those people dared not.

This method was really shocking. It was the first time Du Buqi saw this situation. For someone like him who had aspirations for the great way of cultivating immortals, it was like a god-like method.

"Is this a peerless immortal? Is this the supreme immortal art?" Du Buqi was shocked.

Indeed, if you look at it now, wouldn’t that black and red Taoist monk behave like a banished immortal?

What else can I doubt about the sword eyebrows, starry eyes, and extraordinary temperament? Isn’t it his opportunity to come?

Maybe seeing the crowd restore order as he said, the immortal monks ahead were very happy and said with satisfaction: "Good!"

good!

Du Buqi was shocked.

Look, the word with a very stylish look is so awesome.

Du Buqi followed the team and lined up honestly.

At this moment, there are real long queues, and there are no enough internet celebrity stores in the past and present.

He also saw what it means to be passionate and everyone wants to become an immortal and practice Taoism.

For example, now, a man who looks forty or fifty years old, has a sloppy beard and a blood-stained apron is arguing.

"The immortal, the Sa family is really only one day away from standing. It's just that because the Sa family has never studied and is slaughtering pigs with their elders, he looks older."

"But you..." The man in black and red Taoist robe looked at a boy following the butcher, about seven or eight years old, and was holding a pork in his hand.

"Oh, it's normal for a family to be poor and can't afford to study. Getting married and having children early." The butcher said calmly.

But at this time.

The boy pulled the butcher's apron: "Grandma, I want to go home."

The man in the black and red Taoist robe turned his gaze back to the butcher: "?"

"Shangxian, this is the registration fee for the Sa family." The butcher took out a bulging paper bag and handed it over: "No more or less, it just happened that this number is in line with the regulations and is reasonable."

As he said that, the butcher stretched out two thick fingers and compared a gesture.

The man in black and red Taoist robe opened it and quickly put it away, handing out an exquisite license plate like white jade: "I think you have not been in the past ten years, take it, No. 071."

Soon, only the butcher, who was almost thirty, was left with a license plate and laughing wildly, shouting, "I'm going to become an immortal," and entered the field.

"Next!"

It took two copper plates per person to record the name, but fortunately it didn't take long. It took more than an hour to make it Du Buqi's turn.

"name."

"Du...Du Buqi?" Du Buqi said.

The Taoist robe who was in charge of registration looked at him, then lowered his head and continued to record: "Hometown?"

"Liao Kingdom, Beiyan City."

"age?"

"Ten...nine?" Du Buqi said hesitantly.

Because this is not a lie, his body is only nineteen years old.

"Okay, No. 991, this is your license plate, go down and wait."

It seems that it is not faster and smoother than expected.

"Thank you." Du Buqi took the old beige broken cardboard number plate handed over by the other party. It did have the number with the words "991" written on it, and gave two of the only three copper coins on his body.

Although he didn't know if he was too sensitive, the moment he handed out the money to take the number plate, he always felt something was wrong.

But he couldn't tell where this feeling of wrongness came from.

Forget it, it's important to assess first

After thinking for a long time, Du Buqi felt that he was no longer confused, but entered the market smoothly.

Next is to queue up to test the spiritual roots.

Du Buqi looked at him with interest, and the people of the city, themselves, or children, came forward to undergo a test of a stone that looked gray.

"Maybe this is the stone that tests talent in the legendary fantasy fairy novel?" Du Buqi had a basic guess.

However, it seems that all beings have different forms, and everyone has different results.

At this moment, the ordinary common people above were the same clothes as Du Buqi's clothes, and they were linen clothes made of the same material as Du Buqi's clothes, and there were patches, but they were just clean.

A boy who looked about four or five years old reached out his hand in anticipation and touched the stone with cowardice.

In the end, the stone did not react at all.

"No spiritual roots, eliminate, next one." Among the many Taoist men, one specialist who specializes in the broadcasting announcement.

Only the boy and his parents were left, and their eyes were gone.

The next one is the butcher.

"No. 071, Li Fugen, 29 years old!"

The butcher stepped forward, and in full view of everyone, he reached out and touched the large stone that was in disgrace, just like the previous boy.

bass--

However, the next moment, a dazzling white light burst out from the stone.

The newspaperman stood up and shouted, "There are spiritual roots! Enter the next round!"

"I'm here?" The butcher was also stunned, but soon, the surprise was overwhelmed by surprise: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Everyone, this box of Sajia is polite!"

"Hurry up and queue up in the next round."

...

This scene made Du Buqi below sigh and read it: "Awesome and amazing."

Sure enough, people should not behave like a person, and they should not be measured by the sea. They should never be able to draw conclusions about what a person is like from the surface.

Perhaps this is the same as the online writers and programmers in their previous lives, and they cannot look at age from the outside.

Next, there was another long wait. Du Buqi realized the difficulty of the road to immortality and the difficulty of opportunity for the second time.

The eldest grandson of Mr. Zhao, a famous official in the city, the playboy Zhao, who was disgraced in Beiyan City and could only drink wine and play with women, was actually a peerless cultivation genius with a stunning and powerful talent, and was the owner of the mutated spiritual roots.

There are also disciples of the respected old gentleman in the city who are poor and poor, but willing to help the common people, the princes are known as the most likely candidate for the peerless talent, but they have no spiritual roots.

All of these made Du Buqi sigh. Sure enough, it’s really hard to explain the things like talent, and it’s amazing!

Finally, it was Du Buqi's turn, and he waited for a long time.

"Next, No. 991, Du Buguoduo!"

Here comes!

Du Buqi was excited for a moment, and his joy and nervousness appeared together. He tightened his dirty torn clothes on his body and walked forward under the disgusting eyes of everyone.

He followed the people in front of him, and wrote his hand on the talent test stone with a familiarity, and waited.

At the same time, he was thinking that since he had picked up the protagonist's script and the plot was developing smoothly, is he the Tianling root? Or is he a mutant spiritual root? Or is he some kind of ancient domineering body?

No, let’s just forget about some kind of ancient overlord body, this is the most impossible, physical cultivation has never been popular.

It's probably some kind of powerful spiritual root.

However, just as Du Buqi was still dreaming, the next moment, a sentence from the reporter pulled him back.

"Abandoned spiritual roots, no immortal fate!"

What?

Du Buqi was stunned.

However, before he could get hit.

etc.....

He blinked and thought of a possibility.

A waste stream?

Damn, that's so stable!
Chapter completed!