Chapter 21: Scenic Beauty (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)

  "Wang Meng, Zhang Xiaojiang, you two have such big attitudes, making everyone wait for you!"

  Zhao Guang shouted, using this to cover up the shock in his heart, how could these two people possibly come back alive!

  Everyone stared at the two with a strange look in their eyes, these two... really looked like beggars, tattered and dirty all over.

  Faced with Zhao Guang's scolding, Wang Meng just smiled slightly, and Zhang Xiaojiang also held his head high and puffed out his chest, completely treating Zhao Guang as if he had farted.

  "Wang Meng, Zhang Xiaojiang, you two are really a big face! How's the task going?"

  Xu Huan smiled and said that he chose Wang Meng completely on a whim.

  "Master, these two people won't be pretending to be pitiful just to gain sympathy, will they?" Zhao Guang said with a slight smile.

  Wang Meng and Zhang Xiaojiang exchanged a glance, and the latter couldn't help but think that this guy was truly wasting his good looks by not becoming an actor.

  "Wang Meng, your task is to open up the spiritual field, complete the standard, and double the number of weeds. Zhang Xiaojiang, your task is to hunt down the tiger eagle, complete the standard with a small bow and arrow technique, first stage can pass."

  Zhao Ya said that no one expected a disciple in the trial phase to be able to complete it, and even among the current third-generation disciples, there were not many who could complete it.

  Wang Meng and Zhang Xiaopang stared at each other in dismay, their expressions unusually strange. Hu Jing couldn't help but feel worried, what were these two guys up to?

  "You two, hurry up and stop wasting everyone's time, are you done or not?!"

  Wang Bo shouted loudly.

  Zhang Xiaopang suddenly came to and hastily said: "Our situation seems to be a bit... different from the completion standard..."

  "No nonsense! Is it done or not? If yes, then yes; if no, then no!"

  Wang Bo's voice was so loud that it almost shook the great hall.

  "Four elders, these two are not only slow but also pretending to be elegant, they are completely unsuitable to be disciples of the Holy Temple!"

  Zhao Guang said, immediately got a group of people represented by Zhou Qian's echo, this is Zhao Guang's signal.

  Wang Meng's mouth curled up into a sly smile, and Hu Jing was initially a bit flustered. But when she saw Wang Meng's expression, her heart inexplicably calmed down. However, this time Hu Jing was wrong - Wang Meng didn't care about these trivial matters at all.

  "Four elders, my spiritual field is indeed unable to double the weeds of the spiritual field because there isn't a single blade of grass left, and the spiritual field has been fully cultivated."

  Wang Meng said.

  The noisy hall suddenly fell silent, followed by a burst of laughter, and even Xu Huang and others above couldn't help but smile.

  "Wang Meng, as a disciple of the Holy Temple, cannot deceive his master. This is one rule." Xu Huan also couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, this kid was truly talking nonsense.

  Wang Meng didn't say much, took out the life grass from the Qiankun bag, "Master, this is the life grass of Lingtian, after I pulled it out, the grass in Lingtian will not grow again."

  Zhou Qian and others' ridicule was so hard that their mouth corners were twitching, damn it, they really saw a ghost!!!!!

  Xu Huan and others were also stunned. Zhao Ya nodded on the side, "Indeed, it's a fate grass. In that case, have you fully cultivated that spiritual field?"

  "Yes."

  Wang Meng's voice sounded particularly empty in the grand hall, these third-generation disciples were very clear how much they hated weeding the spiritual fields, it was usually a punishment for disciples to be made to do so.

  Wan Jing's face revealed a strange smile, "Zhang Xiaojiang, what about you?"

  Little fatty scratched his head, "Master, I don't know which level the Bow Technique has reached either. However, I did catch a tiger eagle. After catching it four or five times, it refused to fly away."

  Zhang Xiaopang then took out the unlucky tiger eagle.

  The hall became even more silent, the fat man felt a bit guilty, this guy was slightly taller than the others, and his color was also strange... wasn't it?

  Damn it, seeing other people's weird eyes... I knew I shouldn't have played with flowers. Who says that those who mix with tigers and eagles are necessarily tigers and eagles themselves?

  Zhang Xiaopang glared fiercely at the pitiful Tiger Eagle King, muttering to himself that if this guy wasn't so lucky, he would definitely stew him!

  "How did you capture it?" Wan Jing tried to make her voice as calm as possible.

  "When the arrow is about to hit it, pull it back a bit, so that the arrow body sweeps across, and it will be knocked down in one go. The first time I didn't hit it, this guy bumped into something and got dizzy, I don't think it counts, so I let it go and started again."

  Zhang Xiaopang gestured, and the crowd's eyes became even more bizarre. Zhou Qian had an urge to vomit blood. Was this guy a fool or a genius? He actually caught it and then let it go! This was the real Tiger Eagle King! Crazy, he must be crazy!

  Wan Jing's face also had a hint of a smile, "Good, very good, able to pull the bowstring, it seems that your Small Bow Art has reached the third stage, you've passed. From today on, you are my personal disciple."

  The fat boy held the unlucky bird in a daze, his chubby little finger pointing at himself, "Did I pass?"

  "Idiot, Master Wan has taken you as his last disciple, don't you thank him?"

  Hu Jing reminded him, Zhang Xiaopang finally reacted and thanked her enthusiastically. His appearance was so pretentious that it left everyone speechless. What's wrong with this world? Can people like him really cultivate themselves?

  It's quite interesting that Zhang Xiaopang's casual style and Wan Jing's cool type are completely opposite.

  Zhang Xiaopang's progress in his kung fu skills was naturally not something that could be hidden from others, and there was no deception involved. However, Wang Meng's side of things was a bit problematic.

  His strength is absolutely impossible to find in a second-tier cultivator, or is it just luck?

  Ten thousand weeds? Who believes in this luck is a fool.

  This is not only Xu Huan's confusion, but also everyone's confusion. At this time, Zhao Guang made a gesture and Zhou Qian shrank into the crowd with a timid look.

  He dare not provoke this fatty again, the wild chicken has turned into a phoenix, even the roasted salted fish can turn over, it's different now. Looking at Master Wan's expression, he obviously thinks highly of this fatty. If he provokes him again, isn't that asking for trouble? That account is still unknown how to settle, his back is already soaked through.

  "Wang Meng, you've also passed. A total of 33 people have made it through this time. From today on, you are all members of the Holy Temple. You must take pride in being part of the Holy Temple and work hard to cultivate yourselves!" Xu Huan's voice was tinged with a hint of disappointment when he spoke of Wang Meng.

  Zhao Ya waved her hand, and the thirty-three new disciples all had an additional symbol in their hands, a holy order. This was the content of the new disciples' cultivation for the next year, as well as the work they were to do.

  Those who passed grasped their certificates with cheers and laughter, while those who failed were disheartened and wandered around... some even burst into loud sobs on the spot.

  As soon as the four elders left, the atmosphere in the great hall changed instantly. The three generations of disciples lifted their heads and chests, welcoming the flattery of their new junior brothers and sisters.

  Don't expect the four elders to personally teach you the skills, that's a treatment only for direct disciples, and generally it requires being at least ten layers of cultivation. Most disciples have to practice on their own according to the skills they've learned, and when encountering problems, they usually ask their senior brothers or sisters for guidance. If they can perform exceptionally well in the big competition after a year, they might get guidance from the elders; otherwise, they'll be stuck at that level forever. Therefore, outstanding third-generation disciples like Zhao Guang become the objects of flattery for new disciples.

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