As time passed, more and more monks passed the second level.

The entire Jinguang Mountain temple was soon occupied by these monks.

Lin Qing sat on the throne and looked at the monks, and was slightly satisfied.

He nodded slightly and then stood up.

When many monks saw Lin Qing get up, they immediately closed their mouths and kept quiet.

They were all very excited to pass the second level, so they naturally wanted to leave a good impression in front of Lin Qing.

Lin Qing stood up, waved his hand and said, "You have done a good job. These bells have also returned more than 900. I won't wait for the rest. You have passed the second level, and now there is only the third level left."

This time, Lin Qing took three major difficulties to collect his disciples.

Being able to break through to the second level is already a strong person.

Now there is the third level, and these monks are all a little nervous.

No one knows who can break through the third level and who will be beaten down again.

All of this is an unknown number.

Lin Qing knew that although these monks were nervous, he was looking forward to whether they could pass the third level.

Even the monks who were watching from a distance were a little excited.

They also want to know who can pass this third level.

You know, being able to become Lin Qing’s disciple can at least become a big figure in the cultivation world.

These young monks also need to know each other. Who has the luck? Don’t meet someone you don’t know or mess with.

Standing in front of the temple, Lin Qing walked back and forth and tested the more than 900 monks.

Then, Lin Qingcai said: "The last level is very simple and cruel. Whoever can reach the top of the opposite mountain first will be qualified to enter the door of this seat. Remember, the first one hundred are valid, and there are only one hundred places!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the monks were surprised.

They really want to be Lin Qing's disciples.

But Lin Qing's method is still too cruel.

In the end, only one hundred people could become his disciples, and the probability was really pitiful.

These monks have all been practicing for a long time and are not low in strength.

Although they all want to be Lin Qing's disciples.

But Lin Qing has so many requests now, no matter how he looks at them, he is suspicious of using them as monkeys.

For a moment, some of the more than 900 monks began to be dissatisfied.

"Senior, it's a bit too cruel for you to do this. I think the Jie Sect and the Chan Sect are not as strict as you are in the way of taking disciples!" A monk couldn't help but say.

After one monk boldly expressed his opinions, the other monks also followed suit.

They finally got to this point and wanted to become Lin Qing's disciples.

But unexpectedly, Lin Qing only has one hundred disciples now.

Tens of thousands of monks came, but now only one hundred were collected, which was suspected to be a blow to him.

However, Lin Qing also had his own ideas.

He smiled slightly and said, "You don't have to be so surprised. I will accept disciples, which is to teach real magic. I can learn real skills and be able to soar into the sky. The Jie Sect and the An Sect are just trying to collect a bunch of useless disciples. As long as some of you become my disciples, there will be no shortage of magic weapons and pills."

Hearing this, the more than 900 monks began to get excited again.

What awesome thing to be able to obtain Lin Qing’s elixirs and magic weapons.

In the Three Realms, who is not worthy of being? Lin Qing’s elixir is extremely advanced.

Any one is better than the one made by Taishang Laojun.

It would be a lucky one to have such a master to help refine elixirs for eight lifetimes.

Moreover, Lin Qing will also give magic weapons, which is even more awesome.

Will the magic weapon given by an existence of a level like Lin Qing be very low-level? It must be very strong.

Isn’t it just to get out of here to get mahjong and elixirs so that you can improve your strength.

Now that Lin Qing gives this opportunity, if he doesn't grasp it well, wouldn't he be in his head?

Thinking of this, the more than 900 monks who passed the second pot started to act without even thinking about it.

They rushed forward one by one and headed straight for the hill opposite.

In the end, there were only one hundred places, which was a race against him.

If anyone is slow, then be prepared to be eliminated.

To become a disciple of a saint, it is no less than going through a big battle to exert its strength to the strongest.

This is the case with these more than 900 monks now.

For a moment, they took out all their skills and flew over to the opposite hill.

That speed is incredibly fast.

Many monks watching on the mountain in the distance were also surprised after seeing this scene.

They couldn't believe that these monks were trying too hard to be Lin Qing's disciples.

Little do they know that if they were themselves, they would probably have to fight harder than this.

There is no way, because the opportunity is rare, no one wants to miss such a good opportunity.

Lin Qing stood on the top of the mountain, watching all this, and the smile on his face gradually became stronger.

If he wants to accept disciples, he must first have strength, secondly, have perseverance, and thirdly, he must be obedient enough.

If someone who does not obey him, what's the use of taking it back?

He had already expected that there would inevitably be a big battle between himself and several saints.

Although these disciples cannot turn the situation around, they are more or less helpful to him.

"Run, let me go!"

"Those who block me will die. If you have low strength, get out of here!"

The monks suddenly became crazy.

All they want is to become stronger, rush to the top of the mountain, and become Lin Qing's disciples.

For this reason, many monks even started a battle.

After all, if you don’t fight, you don’t know who can get up there.

Various magic weapons flew everywhere, and their power scattered everywhere, emitting from that mountain.

Screams and shouts of killing continued to come.

This activity of selecting disciples is no less than a battle.

At all times, monks fell down.

They rolled down the hillside one by one and became the losers.

Lin Qing did not have any sympathy for these eliminated monks.

Looking at them, Lin Qing's expression was very cold and dull.

It seems that for him, these are nothing to do with him.

As a top-level strongman, what Lin Qing wants to see is just the final result.

There was always a smile on his face, watching all this happen.

Finally, as time goes by, many of these monks had strong strength and entered the top of the opposite mountain, and one hundred people gradually completed it.
Chapter completed!