Chapter 631: Announcement of the List

After the ceremony, the announcement was scattered into dots and disappeared in front of everyone, as if something happened, and as if nothing happened.

Just like that, it disappeared silently, without leaving a trace. Only the sound of the resolute oath surrounded everyone's ears, so clear and so far away.

Since the Taoist sect entered the world of Cangmangjie, the ceremony that has never been interrupted for tens of thousands of years has only been carried out again, which does not attract more people to talk about. After the ceremony, it seems to be like this. If it is not held, well, there is no such premise.

In a world where supernatural powers are manifested, the power of the Taoist sect spans the immortal way, the divine way, and the human way. This kind of ceremony similar to the divine way sacrifice is difficult to arouse the concern of the disciples. Existence may be just because of routine.

The crowd is still the same, not more or less, with fanatical eyes, waiting for what will happen next, which is also the highlight of today.

Then, An Yirong began to announce the names of the promoted disciples, first announcing that the people in the Taoist temples under the three states and counties were promoted to inner disciples, and then the disciples of the eight main courtyards.

If someone is born in a noble family, they will add a certain place and surname in front of someone to add glory to the family.

Today's spectators are not only Wu Yi and other real people, but also a group of Tiancheng residents and other spectators who come to ask questions. The difference is that Wu Yi is also a participant on the stage, while they are just spectators below the stage.

As the names are heard one by one, huge laughter and exclamations burst out from time to time in the venue. Those who heard the names may smile faintly, as if they know everything and are confident; there are also shocks to extreme joy, that is, the surprise that they thought it was impossible but finally achieved it. Some are even crazy. Wu Yi wants to laugh, but he can't laugh.

These are successful, and there are also failures. After waiting for a long time, they have jumped to other Taoist temples without hearing their names. Obviously, they have failed. They are dejected, regretful, and hang their heads, trying to find a gap to get in.

There is nothing more than this in the world. At this moment, it is the various states of sentient beings below that attract Wu Yi's interest.

An Yirong and other Taoist temple masters were vividly telling Wu Yi and other Taoist masters how their disciples were and what they had done, either directly or implicitly. Their ultimate goal was only one, hoping that their disciples would be favored by Wu Yi and others.

Although teaching a good talent may not have much to do with oneself, it will be a credit in the future. Even if it is not a credit, it is capital to brag to others when going out.

Wu Yi kept a faint smile on his face, neither agreeing nor replying. He seemed to be concentrating, but in fact he was watching the world and doing his own things.

The other three Taoist masters nodded from time to time, and if they had any questions, they would ask about the matter. They were really involved and wanted to glorify their own mansion.

Wu Yi seemed to come here to complete a task. Although, it did seem like a task.

Finally, Wu Yi heard a familiar name, and his wandering soul seemed to have found a home, "Tian De Guan disciple Yuan Xi, Grade A, Grade 2."

The Grade A, Grade 2 at the back is actually the result of this assessment. According to the theory of Dancheng, it is generally divided into nine grades, Grade 3 is Grade 1, Grade A is the upper Grade 3, and Grade A, Grade 2 is equivalent to Grade 2.

Unless the disciple is really outstanding, the teacher will generally not grant the Grade 1, because the inner sect will also make judgments, and there are many troubles and obstacles.

Grade A, Grade 2, generally speaking, is the level of the first-class disciples.

As soon as An Yirong finished speaking, there were bursts of surprises from all directions. After all, after reading for a long time, even Grade A, Grade 3 is rare. Suddenly, a Grade A, Grade 2 popped out, how could it not shock everyone.

In the remote northwest of the venue, a young man dressed in simple clothes and with a simple face suddenly became the core of the venue, attracting everyone's attention, and An Yirong also deliberately paused for a long time at this moment, with the corners of his mouth raised, quite satisfied with the current situation.

"Yuan, is he from the Yuan family?" The Yan Ziling, who was also from the Twelve Aristocratic Family, asked curiously.

Yan Ziling, in terms of seating order, was one seat ahead of Wu Yi, which means that he had also become an infant not long ago. He became an infant three years ago. Under the operation of the clan, he entered the Dancao Pavilion and took a job as a steward. He was quite leisurely and comfortable, and the whole body exuded the fragrance of Dancao.

An Yirong was about to explain, but was interrupted by someone. Xuan Zhenzi, who was destined to be proud today, said: "No, he was originally the son of a hunter in the mountains. He was extremely powerful when he was young. He fought with wild beasts in the mountains and was seen by his disciples, so he was accepted as a disciple."

Xuan Zhenzi, a disciple of Zhenyang Dongtian Lingyuan Shangzhen, was also quite accomplished in strength. His body was as strong as a dragon, but his body seemed a little thin. Under his capable body, he contained extremely terrifying power.

Sometimes strength is not proportional to body size.

Xuan Zhenzi said so, in other words, Yuan Xi is a person of Zhenyang Dongtian, and others should not come to snatch him. Yan Ziling smiled and said nothing, but he felt a little sorry, but he was slow, so he couldn't blame others.

When An Yirong reported to Yuan Xi, there were only a dozen people left. After a while, the whole list was reported. If Wu Yi and other real people hadn't appeared, they could have just given the disciples a card and token at this moment, but now there is an extra step.

"First-class disciples, come to the platform!" An Yirong's clear voice echoed in Tiande Temple. People cast envious eyes on those who have this qualification, even those who can also enter the inner gate.

If you can be directly accepted as a disciple by the real person, you will be a real true disciple. In the future, a title will be at your fingertips, so you don't have to worry about it. How can you not be envious? I'm afraid that this envy will evolve to the next step.

Hearing An Yirong's voice, about a hundred people came to the platform, each of them was either confident or nervous. Among them, as the only first-class second-grade disciple, no one doubted whether Yuan Xi would be selected, but worried whether several real people would tear their faces and disregard their dignity.

Of course, they worried too much. Wu Yi was waiting for a good show and did not move for a while; Yan Ziling was born in a first-class family and was a direct descendant of the clan since he was a child. Although there were not many people around him who were similar to Yuan Xi, they were not absent. What's more, it was just a matter of accepting a disciple. Is it that serious?

Finally, Wang Chuchen himself is the eldest disciple of Lingya Shangzhen, who was trained by this Shangzhen. In his early years, he traveled to various places with his master and saw a lot.