Chapter 3 has a talent called persistence

  The two of them left shoulder to shoulder, and of course when they were about to leave, Wang Meng carefully put Pei Yuan Gong's manuscript into his arms. He cherished his first magical instrument and his first skill.

  "Tonight, we won't return until we're drunk!" Wang Meng roared loudly as he saw daylight again.

  "Congratulations on Brother Meng's release!"

  "Congratulations on your little one entering the Holy Arrow Sect, now you'll have another chubby god shooter!" Wang Meng laughed.

  Zhang Xiaojian's parents were not cultivators, but compared to Wang Meng, their family background was much better. However, this did not prevent the two from becoming sworn brothers. Mainly because when they were young, others would bully Little Fatty, and Wang Meng would always stand up for him. This kind of childhood friendship is the most special. Zhang Xiaojian was fat, but his innate talent was even better than Wang Meng's. He had a natural four-layered fate mark and directly entered the Leigong Sacred Hall's branch hall, the Arrow Sect. It's said that he has very good eyesight.

  It's possible that in three years, Zhang Xiaojiang will surpass him, Wang Meng felt a little downhearted, but he quickly adjusted his mindset, thinking that it was good for his brother to have prospects too, and he still had time, effort could change everything!

  That day, back in the Lei Guang city district, Wang Meng and Zhang Xiaojiang were truly drunk. Little fatty didn't say much either. As a sworn brother, he knew that Wang Meng had been determined to enter the Holy Temple since childhood, and he worked harder than anyone else. However, sometimes fate really liked to play tricks on people, and he was actually a fourth-layer cultivator with a cursed fate. If possible, fatty really wanted to switch places with Wang Meng.

  In the middle of the night, the two returned to Zhang Xiaojian's house, shoulder to shoulder and back to back. This was a gift from Zhang Xiaojian's father, a reward for entering the holy temple. It is said that there were several grand banquets, and if a rich family had another cultivator, they would have even more face and status.

  In the eyes of ordinary people, the holy temple is first-rate, and all others are inferior.

  Almost as soon as he lay down on the bed, Fatty began snoring loudly. Little Fatty was delighted, thinking that his current life was already great - sneaking peeks at beautiful women bathing with Wang Meng, getting into fights, and being chased through the streets.

  As soon as he thought of entering the holy temple, Wang Meng couldn't help but think that in his dream, a chubby kid was holding his small fist and muttering, "Brother Meng, you said before that you would take me to conquer the holy temple, where all the beautiful sisters are... Hmph, Hu Jing's legs are so beautiful, I really want to touch them."

  Fatso's saliva gushed out and soaked through the pillow.

  Wang Meng opened his eyes, he couldn't sleep, tomorrow was the day that would decide his fate, and deep down he never admitted defeat.

  The next day, early in the morning, the two arrived at the Holy Temple's Lei Guang branch. Looking at the temple disciples wearing the temple's characteristic white robes, Wang Meng felt a surge of envy.

  Hundreds of people were still queuing outside, waiting for the re-examination. The time was very long and Wang Meng and Pangzi didn't speak a word. The atmosphere was too depressing, not just them, but everyone was like that.

  Watching the re-examinees coming out one by one with their heads down, some of them even burst into tears on the spot, made Fatso more anxious, while Wang Meng was fine, the more critical the moment, the calmer he became.

  Wang Meng thought very clearly and had a clear goal. Even if it didn't work out this year, he would cultivate himself for three years on his own. After all, there was the fat man as an insider.

  "One hundred and thirty Wang Meng."

  Wang Meng took a deep breath, lifted his head and walked in with his chest out.

  There were two senior deacons sitting in the room, obviously higher than the initial trial level, as they both had four golden sword star badges on their chest, and only those with a full ten layers of spiritual marks could have such a badge.

  The elder with a big beard on the left looked at Wang Meng faintly and said, "Try punching him."

  Wang Meng's two-layered life mark was obvious at a glance in front of this expert.

  Wang Meng didn't hesitate, steadily walking to the front of the test wall, his bandaged hand heavily pounding on the test wall. During this time, he had already given it his all, without any apprehension or regret.

  The two elders exchanged a glance and a faint smile appeared on their faces. "How have you spent this month?"

  "Following the teachings of Pei Yuan Gong, with repeated practice, I aspire to enter the Sacred Sword Sect!"

  Jianzong is undoubtedly the pride of Sheng Tang.

  Wang Meng raised his head and chest, loudly stating his goal, he thought this was nothing shameful.

  The two people's gazes fell on Wang Meng's hand wrapped in a bandage.

  An elder on the right, with a piercing gaze that revealed his identity as Bow Repair, asked coldly: "Oh? You're quite bold. My question is, what's most important in cultivation?"

  "Natural talent." King said crisply.

  "What special talent do you have then?" asked the elderly man with a big beard on the left side.

  Scarred Second Layer, in the Holy Hall looks too ordinary, can only be used as a miscellaneous role.

  "Hold on!" Wang Meng said resolutely.

  The two examiners exchanged a glance, smiled lightly and casually waved their hands. The old man with the long beard said, "You may leave."

  Wang Meng's hand clenched tightly, took a deep breath, and bowed. He knew that without obvious improvement, just shouting slogans was useless, but he would definitely come back in three years!

  When Wang Meng was about to leave, the old man with a big beard suddenly said, "Youngster, don't forget, report to Jianzong in three days."

  Wang Meng's body suddenly stiffened, and he turned around in disbelief, opening his mouth wide and pointing at himself. He thought it was normal for him to be eliminated, after all, he had obtained the Gong Fa and had practiced hard for a month without making any progress.

  Another elder of the Arrow Sect waved his hand impatiently, "Don't block the way, there are still many people behind."

  "Jianzong, I'm here!!!!!!"

  Wang Meng let out a loud roar and rushed out, outside there were still many waiting people, looking at the excited Wang Meng, various expressions appeared on their faces, with envy, jealousy, anxiety and worry...

  Fatso was pacing back and forth at the door, even more nervous than Wang Meng, his back already drenched with sweat, before he could react, he was dragged flying by Wang Meng.

  "Sword, Sword Sect, really entered??? Fatty still hasn't recovered, it's like a dream."

  "Either you don't enter, or if you do, you'll only enter the Sword Sect!" Wang Meng struck a super cool pose.

  Not yet finished displaying and was carried up by Xiao Pangzi, "Damn, Brother Meng I admire you even more, the second layer of life or death can enter the Sword Sect, even a mother pig can climb trees!"

  Zhang Xiaopang's forehead immediately took a hit, "Damn, you've always thought that I had no hope, huh."

  "Cough, cough, didn't I just slip up? Brother Meng, we're brothers, let's be frank, what benefits did the two elders get from you? Was it a beautiful woman? No way, even if it was a beautiful woman, she shouldn't have fallen for someone like you."

  "Hey, Zhang Xiaopang, you've become quite skilled at escaping, don't run away! Today I'm going to help you lose weight by loosening your bones, stand still, stop running!"

  The two brothers ran away in a cloud of smoke amidst everyone's envy, jealousy and hatred.

  Throughout the day, only a few people passed the re-examination, and they were all from relatively minor sects. As for those who re-took the test to join the Sword Sect, it's not like there weren't any, but they were truly rare.

  Da Hu Zi is the elder of Jian Zong, named Xu Huan. Looking at the test wall with a punch left by Wang Meng, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh: "It turns out that there are still such fools in the world."

  "Practicing is what fools do."

  Fu Zong chuckled, "However, you're quite capable. Letting a second-layer cultivator with a mortal wound pass the re-examination and enter Jianzong Sect, it's inevitable that people will say you're showing favoritism."

  "Cut it, I don't care." Xu Huan said with a nonchalant attitude.

  Heaven and earth are unkind, with all things as straw dogs. Cultivation is originally against heaven to seize power and add years, not a "fool" who will do it.

  Pei Yuan Gong was originally not used to improve the level of fate, but to strengthen the stability of fate, and can also enhance the output of yuan force, it's just that Wang Meng focused on the level and didn't notice.

  (Collecting, recommending, clicking, none of them can be missing, this is also a kind of persistence!!!!!)