I’m a Courteous and Honorable Man, Not a Devil: Thirty-two, registration, age issues

　　The hovering boat hovered 100 meters above the top of the mountain, casting a huge shadow that almost covered the entire mountain top.

　　Hundreds of people gathered on the open space on the top of the mountain, all raised their heads, and looked at the huge building ship with shocking eyes.

　　 including Ni Kun.

　　 Even as a traverser, he prides himself on his extraordinary knowledge. At this moment, under close observation, Ni Kun couldn’t help but marvel at the creation of this fairy road.

　　 "This specification... compared with the largest aircraft carrier in the previous life, it is not at all small! Just do not know how to fight..."

　　Under the shocking attention of hundreds of people, more than a dozen figures flew off the building ship.

The monk of Xuan Yangzong appeared.

　　The crowd on the open ground quickly avoided them to make room for the dozen or so Xuanyang Sect monks.

　　After the dozen or so Xuanyang Sect monks fell to the ground, everyone followed the ceremony and said in unison: "Welcome Xuanyang Xianshi!"

　　 "Exempt from rituals." An old monk who seemed to be fifty or sixty years old said lightly: "My monk is not a red tape, everything is simple. Not much to say, Xuanyang Zong Shengxian Conference, Start now."

　　He just flicked his big sleeves, and out of the cuffs, a miniature table and chair that was just the size of a fist flew out.

　　 Those miniature tables and chairs rose in the wind, and in a blink of an eye, they became a dozen pairs of normal-sized tables and chairs lined up in the open space. On each table, pen, ink and paper inkstones were placed.

　　Later Xiu and the rest of the Xuanyang Sect monks, each put on a chair, spread out the paper on their respective tables, write ink, and put the posture of the record.

　　Senior monk said: "Er waited in line with each other's location, arranged the queue, and reported the name, inheritance, and practice experience."

In front of the monk, everyone at the top of the mountain dared not argue about the noise. It was quiet and fast, and it was quite courteously discharged from a dozen queues. About 30 or 40 people lined up in front of each table.

After 　　, everyone followed the order and registered one by one.

　　Ni Kun and Chu Sinan, Qiao Mengyan, Qiu Jingyuan, and Luo Yun's mother and daughter were in the same queue, and the position was relatively high.

　　 In front of Ni Kun, there are only two people except Chu Sinan, Qiao Mengyan and others.

　　 The first person quickly completed the registration of personal information such as name, loan, and cultivation experience, and then the young male monk who was responsible for the registration, let him hold the Xuanyang Shengxian order, and wait for the token to shine and form After the sphere of light, observed the size and brightness of the sphere of light, received the token on the table, and filled in the registration form.

　　 Ni Kun’s eyesight was so strong that when he looked away, he saw the young man fill in a column on the registration form with the word "excellent"--but in fact the light ball on the man’s token just now was only The size of the table tennis and the brightness are not very strong.

　　 "Such a small light ball can be considered excellent?" Ni Kun touched his chin and said: "What is the size of Chu Sinan's grinding disc, what is the light ball that dazzles the blind?"

When thinking, Ni Kun looked at the two lines next to each other.

　　 The first team on the left to register was the young man who had seen more than a hundred iron rides, a brocade suit, and an arrogant sky.

　　 But in front of the girl monks who were responsible for registering their team, he was not proud at all.

　　"Name?"

　　 "Xiong Fei."

　　"Hometown."

　　 "Yudu people in Chu. I am the seventh son of Chu..."

　　 The girl monk said impatiently: "No one asks who your son is. When you arrive at Xuanyang Sect, you should say that you are only the seventh son of King Chu, who is King Chu himself. Age, cultivation experience?"

　　The seven princes of Chu Kingdom named "Xiong Fei" shrunk their necks, but said: "17 years old. After seven years of martial arts practice."

　　 "Have a token."

　　 Xiong Fei quickly held the token in his hand, and after a while, a light ball of fist size condensed on the token.

　　Seeing this situation, the girl monk's complexion was a little better, "It's good. Put the token on the table and wait behind."

　　Xiong Fei quickly put the token on the table-after passing the test, after collecting the door wall, Xuanyangzong naturally wanted to take back the Shengxianling.

　　 and the girl monk solemnly filled in the word "Special Excellent" on Xiong Fei's data sheet.

　　 "The fist-sized light ball is a special gift? What is the bigger one?" Ni Kun really looked forward to it.

　　 Soon, he saw a larger sphere of light.

　　For his team, Luo Yunniang’s son Zhou Shao held Xuanyang Shengxianling. The light ball on the token was as big as a football, and it was as bright as a flash bomb.

　　 "Very good." The young man in charge of recording smiled like a flower, and looked at Zhou Shao, who was only 12 and a half years old with admiration, "Little teacher is very promising!"

　　 said that on Zhou Shao’s data sheet, Zheng rewrote the word “different”.

　　Ni Kun met and secretly laughed: "Excellent, super excellent, different... Is the next bigger one special? Is there any variation?"

When you think about it, a larger sphere of light appears. It was Zhou Shao’s twin sister, Zhou Lin, who was only an hour younger than him.

　　Looking at Zhou Lin’s sphere of light larger than Zhou Shao, the young male cultivator could not open his eyes with a smile: "Good, great! This year, Xuanyang Zong’s new disciples are born with genius, It’s time for my Xuanyang Sect to be great!"

　　 The monk laughed, and other Xuanyang monks also suspended their work at hand, marveling at Zhou Shao and Zhou Lin's brothers and sisters for a while, and smiling and congratulating the monk for a few words before they continued to work.

　　After the young male student laughed, he excitedly and solemnly wrote the word "special" on Zhou Lin's data sheet-just like Ni Kun guessed.

　　 "It seems that Chu Sinan's evaluation must be'mutated'." Ni Kun thought happily, temporarily forgetting that his token would not shine.

　　Luo Yunniang's qualifications are much worse than those of her two children, and she is only rated as "excellent". But she was not sad at all, but laughed happier than anyone else.

　　 Parents, who doesn’t expect their children to be more productive? The talents of the children far exceed their own, Luo Yunang is too happy to be too late, how can it be sad?

　　 Next is Qiu Jingyuan’s turn, Ni Kun paid attention to observe and found that her qualification was a satisfactory “superior” level, which was almost the same as that of the seven princes of Chu Kingdom, Xiong Fei.

　　The Xuanyang Sect monk responsible for the record of the six-layer cultivation practice of Qi does not mean anything about it. Of course, there is no meaning to be dismissed.

　　During this period, Ni Kun observed the situation of the rest of the cohort from time to time, and found that such qualifications as Zhou Shao and Zhou Lin are of different grades and special grades, which are rare. Seeing now, there is only one queue on the far side, and a different qualification appears. Most of the rest are excellent and super-excellent.

　　 But looking at the dozen or so monks recorded, they were not disappointed. Instead, they were all quite satisfied. Obviously, superior and super-qualified qualities are common and sufficient to satisfy the Xuanyang Sect monks.

　　 And Zhou Shao and Zhou Lin's siblings' special and special qualifications will surprise Xuanyang Sect monks.

　　 At this time, Ni Kun’s team had already turned to Qiao Mengyan who was in front of Ni Kun and Chu Sinan.

　　 The monk responsible for the record did not lift his head, and asked directly: "Name? Bypass? Age? Cultivation experience?"

　　 "Qiao Wei, the word Meng Yan. Wei Guoren. Eighteen years old. Six layers of gas refining."

　　 Hearing this low magnetic sound, the young male student couldn’t help raising his head and glancing at Qiao Mengyan. At first glance, he suddenly looked strange: “Wait, how old are you?”

　　 "Eighteen." Qiao Mengyan said calmly.

　　 "Eighteen?" The young man is ridiculous: "Do you believe this?"

　　 "The juniors really only have eighteen." Qiao Mengyan looks very sincere: "It just looks a little older~IndoMTL.com~ plus a little less whitehead."

　　 Of course, the young man didn’t believe it. Now he pinched a trick and pointed his hand at Qiao Mengyan. Qiao Mengyan didn’t change his face, let him do it.

　　 The young man's fingertips shot a crystal shimmering light, hitting Qiao Mengyan, and spinning back a pale gold shimmering light. He grabbed the pale gold in his hand, glanced at it, and smiled strangely: "The twenty-eight-year-old gas refiner has six floors. Even if he grows older, there is nothing shameful about it. There is no need to pretend to be eighteen. "

　　He is performing a bone measurement technique, which can only be performed by the monks of the Daoji realm. You can test the actual age of a person more accurately through the condition of the bones.

　　 Of course, this magic is not a panacea. If the other party's cultivation is much higher than him, then this magic will not take effect.

　　However, young men don’t believe that Qiao Mengyan’s cultivation behavior will be much higher than him—don’t look at his young appearance, it seems to be only twenty-six or seven, the actual age is almost fifty, and cultivation cultivation is already a Daojie environment. In the early days, it was not far away from the middle of Dowkey.

　　 Qiao Mengyan, is it possible that Daoji's consummation is complete, even if Monk Jindan fails?

　　 One big stroke at the moment, fill in the word "28" in the age column of the data sheet.

　　Qiao Mengyan smiled and bowed his hand: "The fairy master knows everything, and the younger generation admires it."

Nikun behind 　　 is full of weird faces: "This guy Qiao Wei is not eighteen, but twenty-eight? But this is not right! Is it that I am blind, or that the monk believed himself too much? magic, is it oolong?"

　　 Anyway, Qiao Mengyan's test passed. The qualification of the token evaluation is also the "excellent" and so on.

　　After Qiao Mengyan handed over the token, went to the back and waited, it was Chu Sinan's turn to register.

　　【Seeking a ticket~! 】