After hearing this, Mu Hanchan frowned.

Wang Shuo said: "Will you respect people and say who is the livestock?"

Wu Ke's face was also a little ugly.

The old servant disciple said arrogantly: "You three are just talking about you. You just came out of the public memorial hall? Why didn't you know anything about yourself?"

Wang Shuo said angrily: "We are the serious Yunyang Sect Master Practitioner, and have published the "Yunyang Sect Master Practitioner Manual".

We have a formal identity and equality, and you should not insult us like this!”

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The old serious disciple laughed to the sky, extremely unscrupulous, as if he had heard the ridiculous joke.

The other serious servants also laughed, but only the monks who had just entered the serious servants hid in the corner and were timid and timid.

Seeing this, Wu Ji and Wang Shuo had already sunk.

Most of these old servant disciples have the eighth level of Condensation Yuan, and some have even reached the peak of the eighth level of Condensation Yuan, infinitely close to the ninth level of Condensation Yuan, but for some reason, it seems that they are deliberately not breaking through.

These old servant disciples do not look like cultivators, but rather like hungry wolves in the forest and bandits on the mountain.

When Mu Hanchan saw this, his brows were also frowning.

"Equality? Don't you know, public practice = dog?"

He also said: "Oh no, you are qualified to be a dog. You two of you who are sixth-level Condensing Yuan are not even qualified to be a dog. I am afraid that you just broke through the sixth-level Condensing Yuan and can't wait to participate in the recruitment?"

He said to himself again: "Yes, it's only once every five years. You wastes are waiting to seize the opportunity."

Wu Ke's face turned red, and finally couldn't help saying, "Don't go too far! Can you speak human words by mouthing a waste?"

"If you don't speak human words to you, what can you do? You hit me? The waste from the sixth level of Ningyuan is still just breaking through."

The old serious disciples became more and more rampant.

Wu Ke said: "What do you want?"

There are more than a dozen old servants in this craft, and the lowest is the seventh level of the Condensation Yuan, and the highest is even infinitely close to the ninth level. Faced with the rampant provocation, Wu Ke could only tolerate it even if he was angry.

The old servant disciple seemed to feel that he had enough humiliation and said with some fun: "There is no high demand. You three, each of you, hand over a spirit stone. You have passed this level."

"Where do we have a spirit stone?" Wang Shuo said angrily.

The old servant disciple said with disdain, "Stop pretending, before leaving the public monastery, you will be given a spirit stone. Do you think I don't know? I didn't come from the public monastery?"

Mu Hanchan finally said at this time: "Since you have also come from the public practice, why bother to make things difficult for us?"

Although Mu Hanchan saw that his cultivation level was slightly higher, and according to his breath, he probably had the late stage of the seventh level of Condensation Yuan, the old servant disciple still said impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense, pay the money to pass the test, otherwise you will experience it first.

The bitterness of the flesh and blood is to learn the rules of the Servant College.”

"Okay! I'll hand it over." Wu Ke thought for a long time before finally saying.

Wang Shuo was stunned, but seemed to figure it out quickly and handed over the spirit stone. Mu Hanchan did not react anyway, and also handed over the spirit stone.

After handing over the spirit stone, the three of them finally passed the test.

The three of them left a few feet. The old servant disciple suddenly felt that the spear in Mu Hanchan looked good. Even though the gun body was completely wrapped in black thread, it still looked very good.
Chapter completed!