Live Cultivation of Immortals

Chapter 62

"Yeah, senior brother, let's go." Lu Bei nodded his head, and he was standing here wearing a black Wanjianzong suit at the scene of so many minors.

Tall and conspicuous, if he can't make friends after joining Wan Jianzong, he must have a lot to do with Brother Wuwen standing here today!

"Throw it away when you're done using it, you're ruthless!"

Xinyang poked his forehead in disgust, turned and left.

If he didn't go back to Baisemen, he might be greeted by a burned house.

After Lu Bei watched him leave, he immediately straightened his chest and stood alone in front of the line, looking energetically at the newcomers on the left and right.

If you want to join a new sect, you need to develop new classmates.

Just as he was looking for someone to speak first, a shocking bell rang in front of him.

All the noisy voices at the scene disappeared in an instant, and everyone subconsciously looked up in the direction of Wan Jianzong.

Lu Bei, with the 700,000 viewers in the live broadcast room, also looked up at the cold sky with his neck up, and pure white snowflakes like flowers fell from the sky above his head.

One, two, three, countless snowflakes at a speed visible to the naked eye dyed the entire steps of Wan Jianzong's mountain gate white.

A figure with its hands behind its back appeared in the snow at some time, standing in front of the silent newcomer in black.

A deep voice that everyone could hear clearly came out of his mouth.

"Climbing the Immortal Ladder, from here you can directly enter Wanjianzong. Each of you can become an entry-level disciple of Wanjianzong as long as you pick a red leaf on the top of the mountain."

After Chang Sandu finished speaking, Lu Bei seemed to hear the sound of an ancient and heavy gate slowly opening.

The newcomers standing behind him couldn't wait to push him away and rushed to the steps, wanting to go up the mountain to get the red leaves first.

Lu Bei only paused for a while, and there were hundreds of people who had rushed up the steps.

"Let's go in too." Lu Bei stood outside the door and whispered to the audience in the live broadcast room.

More than 700,000 people in the live broadcast room nodded at the same time, watching the screen on the mobile phone page, followed the anchor, and set foot on the fairy ladder together.

Everyone's vision blurred, and everyone sitting in front of the mobile phone at this moment found themselves standing in a world of ice and snow.

Jin Lan caught the snowflakes falling from the sky, and the pure white snowflakes melted into water droplets in her callused palms.

"It turned out to be a real snowflake."

She caught one piece after another in surprise.

Other viewers in the comment area said that the first batch of viewers had participated in the entrance examination of Baisemen two years ago.

It was as real as if they were the anchors themselves, and everything they saw and touched had an absolutely real touch.

Two years have passed, and many people have an uncertain and undeniable attitude towards these remarks.

Now, they themselves finally feel what the real world is.

After the excitement, Jin Lan looked down at the snow-covered steps under her feet, and she carefully lifted her feet up.