Gu Yu returned home, took out the shaking model, and made a cruel decision, took out a heavy hammer and smashed it down.

What was unexpected was that the model was just trembling and did not fall down!

Gu Yu was very surprised, and didn't know why, after the senior brother's simple modification, the immortal text model became a good product.

She didn't think about it and thought about it for three months before finally understanding a little.

So, she mustered up the courage to attend the third-level exchange meeting again.

Most of the people who participated in the third-level exchange meeting were disciples of the middle-level immortals, and Gu Yucai was only the second-level immortals, so it was already a bit ahead of the time to participate in such an exchange meeting.

This time, there were many people attending the exchange meeting, and more than 500 people have already participated.

According to the rules, all those who attend the exchange meeting must come up with a model and pay 300 immortal stones as the entry fee. These 300 immortal stones will be used as prizes and will be rewarded to the author of the fine model.

The exchange meeting hired three ancestral immortals as judges. These people cannot come in vain, but they also had to give some gifts.

Gu Yu came to the venue and found that the spacious grass was filled with various models. These models were all built with Wenyuan Water, in other words, they were all built with ice and shining brightly under the sunlight.

She came late, so she could only place a model about 100 feet high behind everyone.

Seeing her shaking model, everyone couldn't help laughing.

"Gu Yu is here again. This girl is stubborn enough! She is not afraid of losing her master's face!"

"Yes, the last time Uncle Hu Lin teased her for a long time, I saw her face blue and white, and tears flowed out, thinking she would never dare to come again! Unexpectedly, it was coming again after only three months!"

"Look at the model she built, it shaking and falling down as soon as the wind blows. Is this a successful modeling or a failure?"

"I think such a fairy-text model is not even a bad product. If you don't believe it, you can see if you can go through the first round of testing, even if she burns a lot of incense!"

"I say you guys are too demanding on young disciples! Gu Yu is the second level of the celestial immortal. How many levels of the celestial immortal are you? He is the fourth level of the celestial immortal and has entered the master 30,000 years earlier. Why are you so embarrassed to laugh at him? When did you start shaping models? Isn't you right? Our disciples in Xianwen Pavilion have used them to learn immortal literature for the first three thousand years. How can you have the kung fu to build models?"

"What are you saying harshly? We can't blame us. She overestimates her abilities and insists on participating in the third-level seminar. In fact, with her strength, if she attends the first-level seminar, what she gains will be encouragement, and no one there will be laughing at her."

"Strange, she is a second-level celestial immortal, why has she become a true disciple?"

"Look, it may be because Uncle Zhong was confused for a while, so he brought her into his subordinates."

"Hmph, Senior Brother Zhong doesn't know who he is right and will not train his disciples at all..."

"Shh! Speak quietly, don't say anything! Only the ancestor immortal like Master Hu Lin dares to say such words. You and I are both juniors, so don't say anything."

"Mr. Hu Lin's words are also biased! Mr. Zhong has two disciples of the Ancestral Immortal level, Liang Zhongshu and Yan Huishu. Both of them are masters of immortal writing and have mastered more than 30,000 immortal writings, which is no less than Hu Lin! I think he was jealous in his heart, so he said that."

"Be careful, Uncle Hu is coming soon!"

"In addition to Liang Zhongshu and Yan Huishu, the four disciples behind him were all unsatisfactory. I heard that in addition to Gu Yu, there is also a new true disciple named "Qin Wen". Since entering the sect, he has no sound at all and rarely attends exchange meetings. Even if he participates, he stays in the corner and cannot express any insights."

"I think this is because Master Zhong has been away all year round and has been back to the sect for too short time. Think about it, he left for 20,000 years last time, and he only taught for less than a hundred years, and he started to retreat again. In this way, his disciples will be abandoned?"

"Yes, Uncle Zhong doesn't care about his apprentices..."

There were many discussions, some whispering in a low voice, and some laughing out loud.

Many people forced themselves to laugh, but when they saw the fairy text model that shaking when the wind blew, they couldn't help laughing out loud.

When the exchange meeting was about to begin, the three ancestor immortals finally arrived at the last moment.

Among these three ancestral immortals, the most powerful one is Hu Lin, the fourth-level ancestral immortal Wang Can and the second-level ancestral immortal Zhuang Min. This is a female cultivator.

The three of them said something, but from the beginning, they commented on all the immortal text models one by one.

Five hundred celestial monks were around them, all listening quietly and asking questions from time to time.

"Uncle Master, what are the advantages of this model?"

"Uncle Master, I think the left side of the model is a bit weak, and I don't know how to adjust it?"

"Uncle Master, when I was building this model, I hesitated for half a year, just because its base is not solid enough and I don't know how to solve it..."

The three ancestor immortals commented continuously, and occasionally asked questions and answered questions. After listening to them, many disciples felt very rewarding. This is also the purpose of participating in the exchange meeting.

Every time you finish reviewing, you have to use a hammer to identify the level of the model, and the final fine products will be rewarded.

In this way, the five hundred models will last for several days before the review will be completed.

Fortunately, they are all cultivators above the celestial immortals, and they have very weak concepts of time. There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and they don’t know the year when the cold is over. It only takes a few days, and it takes a blink of an eye.

Finally, on the last day, the three ancestor immortals saw the model brought by Gu Yu.

Hu Lin immediately laughed wildly: "Who brought this? Such a model fell down as soon as the wind blew, and it was not successful in modeling at all. How could it be put on it? Such a person is too self-aware! Let's see, who built it! Gu Yu? Why is it Gu Yu again? Last time I scolded you for half an hour, why are you still disobedient and not even growing at all? Are you an elm-wood head? Or is your head flattened with the crack in the door?"

"Where is your master? Will he teach his disciples? Since he has accepted the disciples, he doesn't know how to discipline him. What kind of master is he? How can such a master be the Supreme Elder? How can such an apprentice be a true disciple? I feel ashamed of your master and disciple!"

Gu Yu was scolded by Hu Lin in front of everyone, but she didn't dare to say anything, so she could only bow her head and say nothing. Her qualifications were also a good choice. She had only been practicing for more than 100,000 years, so she was taken over by her master.

In a natural state, if the celestial immortal does not take Dingyan Pill and does not use his power to maintain his appearance, his appearance looks closely related to her lifespan. For example, a second-level celestial immortal like Gu Yu has a natural lifespan of more than four million years, while she is only 100,000 years old, so her appearance looks very young, just like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl!

Such a pink little girl was so squeezed by the ancestor immortal, which made everyone around her feel a little reluctant.

She pouted her mouth, her face turned red, and she held back her tears, but quietly opened the image stone. She wanted to record this passage and show it to the master in the future!

Zuxian Zhuang Min advised: "Senior Brother Hu, just say a few words! Gu Yu is still a child..."

However, Hu Lin was like he was injected with chicken blood, and he couldn't finish it in one breath!

"Is this a fairy text model? What's this? Gu Yu, how many years have you joined the sect? How many immortal texts have you learned? You can't walk yet, why are you thinking about flying? This is what your master teaches you? Humph, you are too ambitious and can help grow! A virtue with your master! Your master is known as the second great master of immortal text in the Xianwen Pavilion, but how many models have he entered the Wenyuan Pavilion? How many times have he won at the Grandmaster's gathering? He has his name but does not match his name, so he seeks fame and reputation..."

Another ancestor fairy whispered: "Senior Brother Hu, please stop saying it? What do you want to say to her master? Why bother with the younger generation?"

Hu Lin said angrily: "I say this to her for her good! If you have the time to participate in the gathering and exchange, it is better to go back and think patiently! Just like his master, he swallowed everything and mastered 72,000 immortal texts, which is not much higher than that I mastered 30,000 immortal texts! We cultivators can advance to Golden Immortals if they master more immortal texts! Instead of focusing on quantity, it is better to demand quality. Look at the quality of her modeling, can she hold up to a hammer of ten kilograms? Even a successful model is not considered a successful model, so why do you have the nerve to come to participate in the rally? As a human being, you cannot be without self-knowledge! It doesn't matter if you lack other things, you just need to be fooled..."

Gu Yu suddenly raised his head and shouted, "Uncle Hu, my model can withstand the knocking of a ten-pound light hammer!"

Hu Lin's eyes widened and raised his voice and said, "What is a ten-pound light hammer? Can it withstand a hundred-pound hammer? As a true disciple, your requirements are too low! I see you will remove the identity of the true disciple and start with a registered disciple!"

Gu Yu pursed his lips and shouted again: "Uncle Master, my model can withstand the hammer of a hundred kilograms!"

Hu Lin said angrily: "Nonsense! You dare to talk back! Come over with a hundred kilogram hammer!" He didn't dare to use a ten kilogram hammer, because if it didn't hit him, where would he put his face? For this reason, he started testing directly from a hundred kilogram hammer and thought to himself: "I see what you say now!"

Some disciples quickly brought the hammer prepared in advance!

Hu Lin raised the hammer and tapped it gently. Of course, his knocking depends on the weight of the hammer itself and he will not use his strength. Otherwise, with his fourth-level ancestral immortal's cultivation, he has the power to move mountains and fill the sea, what kind of model cannot be broken?

He yelled loudly, "You little girl! You dare to talk back! Uncle Master, I'm a rare scolding you a few times, but you're disobedient! Seeing that I broke the model, I drove you out..."

Before he finished speaking, the hammer hit the model with a "bang". The model shook left and right twice, and it seemed to be shaking, but it actually stabilized!

The model, which originally looked shaking and could not bear even a 100-pound light hammer, actually swayed for two times and did not fall down, nor did it scatter all over the ground after being hit by a hundred-pound sledge hammer!

For a moment, many people were stunned!

"Ah? Why is this happening? How is this possible? Am I dazzled?"

"Uncle Hu, don't show mercy!"

Hu Lin's face turned purple, and he stared at the model with wide eyes, unable to speak for a moment!

The other two ancestor immortals also came over and discussed in a low voice.

"Hey, this model is weird!"

"What the hell is going on? Why did you stand firm?"

"This model seems unstable, but in fact it has mystery inside, which coincides with a certain form, and there is stillness in movement..."

Everyone at the scene had different expressions, and most of them showed suspicion. Some people could see clearly that Hu Lin had lost face. Some people were numb and still shouted loudly: "Uncle Hu, please try knocking again! It didn't count just now..."

A rare smile appeared on Gu Yu's little face, like a delicate flower, and he thought to himself: "From now on, you can't scold me anymore! You can't scold my master, right?"

After a while, Hu Lin took a deep breath and said loudly: "With the hammer of a hundred kilograms, it is just a medium-quality model, and it is not even a good product! Gu Yu, you, a true disciple, even if you can't get the high-quality product, you still have to pursue good product! Humph, the mouse is short-sighted, his eyes are like beans, he looks at the sky in a well, and he doesn't want to make progress..."

The smile on Gu Yu's face calmed down and he shouted stubbornly not far away: "Uncle Master, my model can withstand a thousand pounds of hammers!"

Hu Lin was furious and shouted loudly: "Nonsense! Come and knock it yourself! If you are really a good person, from now on, uncle will not say a word to you! If you are not a good person, go to the disciple hall by yourself and remove the identity of the true disciple!"

Gu Yu's face turned pale. He held his breath, lifted a giant hammer of gold, walked over, raised it high, and knocked it down according to the model!

At this moment, she was also a little nervous, wondering if the model would fall down suddenly.

However, under the gaze of more than 500 pairs of eyes, the model shook three times, but it was still not broken and remained intact!

"Ah? I've stopped again. This is a good model! How could it be?"

"This is really a hell. How can a shaking model become a good product?"

"Uncle Hu can't see through it, look at his old face is starting to turn black..."

Hu Lin's face had turned from a purple sauce to a black iron pot. He felt extremely depressed and reached out to bring the huge hammer next to him!

"Hell, hell! I don't believe it, so I can't smash it. If I have endured a hammer of ten thousand pounds, such a fairy text model is really a fine product, I would rather go back to seclusion for 100,000 years!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already smashed it!

However, the model is very elastic, like a gyro, shaking in circles, removing the distance of tens of thousands of pounds, but it still did not fall!

"God! It turns out to be a fine model!"

"How is this possible? Could it be that Uncle Zhong personally prepared it? Gu Yu alone obviously couldn't get it!"

"Haha, Uncle Zhong is so insidious. He dug a hole and buried Uncle Hu..."

Hu Lin lost a huge hammer with ten thousand pounds and left in a daze!
To be continued...