Senior sister, don't be stubborn, you are already invincible.

Chapter 384 Difficulty 5 stars

The next morning.

Tang Shi sat beside Uncle Wang's grave all night.

I stared at the dark tombstone quietly for a while.

The eyes are so serious.

Suddenly.

She suddenly laughed, her laughter was shallow but very clear.

"The abandoned son of the family, the hatred of the sisters, the talent of garbage, the protagonist's way to become stronger, tsk, the difficulty is five stars."

"Ji Huang, your road to immortality is more difficult than I imagined."

The illusion continues.

Tang Shi couldn't go back for a while, so she tightened her clothes and walked out of the mountain.

Walking along the road, she would occasionally encounter low-level monsters blocking the way, and she would kill them directly.

However, in the illusion, she is Ji Huang, and her cultivation is still perfect in refining Qi.

Unknowingly, I came to a small town.

This town is not very big, but there is a big river running through it. The water flowing in the river is crystal clear and reflects the sparkling waves, which is really beautiful.

The town was bustling with people coming and going.

There are various stalls on both sides of the street, selling a wide range of things.

There are several notices posted at the entrance to the town.

There are those who offer rewards for their capture, or for the capture of monsters, and there are also those who recruit guards.

Tang Shi took a rough look around.

The bounty offered for capture is huge, but bounty hunting is not that easy.

Not only is the risk factor high, but it is also more likely to be counterattacked by others.

If she were Ji Huang, without the caravan, she would definitely choose another place to stay, and continuing to be a guard would be a good choice.

Although the salary of a guard is not as generous as that of a bounty hunter, there is still enough money to live safely.

Just as Tang Shi had this thought in her mind, the next moment, she suddenly appeared at the door of a building.

"???"

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" An old woman stood at the door and asked.

She was thin and stooped, with sunken eyes and protruding cheekbones. She looked extremely old, and her skinny arms were covered with wrinkles.

Tang poetry: "..."

Since the fantasy is arranged in this way, it naturally makes sense.

It can only be treated as a game.

Tang Shi saluted and said: "My wife, Ji Huang, saw that your mansion was recruiting guards at the notice at the city gate, so I came here to sign up."

"Oh? Your surname is Ji? Are you from the Ji family?" The old woman looked at her up and down with a scrutinizing look.

"Yes and no." Tang Shi replied.

The old woman's eyes rolled a few times and she narrowed her eyes.

"What do you mean by that?"

Tang Shi twitched his lips and said, "Exiled."

It was not uncommon for people to be exiled from their families.

After all, everyone in the clan has good or bad qualifications, and the allocation of resources is inconsistent.

Some people have good cultivation talents, and resources will be given to them first. Some people have mediocre qualifications, and the training resources given to them will drop again and again.

And those people with mediocre qualifications were unwilling to waste their time and chose to leave their families and go to other places to look for opportunities.

This phenomenon is very common in this world of immortality.

However, for people who come out like this, the family no longer cares about their life or death.

And those who come out will not go back until they have made a name for themselves.

These people are collectively called, Exiles.

The old woman rolled her eyes again and said, "If you want to become a guard of the house, you must pass the test."

Tang Shi raised his eyebrows, "I wonder what the test is?"

The old woman raised her hand and high-fived her twice, and two people immediately ran over.

"This fellow Taoist wants to become a guard in the mansion. Please take her to see the steward."

"Yes!"

The two men replied respectfully, and then made a gesture of invitation to Tang Shi.

"Fellow Taoist, please!"

"Thank you."

Tang Shi bowed her hands towards them, and then followed them to a simple vermilion door.

This door is five feet high, and it is carved with complicated and mysterious talisman patterns. It can be seen that it was made by a famous craftsman.

There was an oil lamp hanging above the door frame, with light green smoke coming out of the wick.

The door was closed tightly, giving off an air of solemnity and solemnity.

The two men pushed open the door and entered.

Tang poetry followed.

Inside is a very spacious courtyard, with a martial arts arena in the center.

There is a stone platform surrounding it, with some gloves, swords and other weapons placed on it, and some also have defensive magic weapons. You can tell at a glance that it is a martial arts arena.

Directly below the martial arts stage, there were many people standing there.

They gathered in small groups and discussed among themselves.

"Fellow Taoist, please wait here for a moment, the commander will be here soon." A young servant nodded slightly to Tang Shi, then turned and left.

Tang Shi nodded and stood quietly.

After a while, there was a burst of noise, and then the sound of footsteps approaching from far away.

People turn back.

I saw a man with a rough face striding over. His skin was a healthy wheat color, his eyes were wide open, his nose was high, and his lips were thick and angular.

He is nine feet long, muscular, and has a majestic build.

This man was dressed in powerful clothing with two long blades tied around his waist. He looked very capable.

Behind the man, there were dozens of people, all dressed in black, with calm auras and sharp eyes like eagles.

Not long after, the man walked to the center of the martial arts arena.

He glanced around and said loudly: "I have kept you waiting for a long time. I am the commander of the house, Zhao Zhiyuan."

"You must already know that if you want to become a guard in the mansion, you still need to pass the assessment. If you have no doubts, you can start."

"Commander Zhao, can we hear the content of the assessment first?"

A short, fat, middle-aged man with a simple face asked in the crowd.

Zhao Zhiyuan tilted his head slightly and said, "Of course."

Immediately, he raised his hand and pointed at the dozens of guards he had brought.

"These guards are all trained by me personally. They are all good at fighting. Most of them are around the Foundation Establishment stage, but there are also a few who have completed the Foundation Establishment stage."

"You can challenge any of them at will. You only need to take ten of their moves and you will pass the test."

After Zhao Zhiyuan finished speaking, he turned around and walked to a stone bench and sat down.

Everyone turned their attention to the dozens of guards on the martial arts stage.

Most of them are monks in the Qi Refining Stage. It is indeed a bit difficult to survive ten moves in the hands of monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

What's more, these people are also good at fighting!

"Everyone, who will come first?"

"I come!"

Some people in the crowd were eager to try.

Tang Shi glanced at the man.

A middle-aged man who has completed his Qi refining period.

He took a few steps forward and hugged the guard at the front.

"Please enlighten me!"

The guard nodded slightly, then stepped on his toes, soaring into the air and landing on the side of the martial arts arena.

The middle-aged man followed, holding a sword in his right hand and standing at the other end of the martial arts arena.

After the guard stood up, his spiritual energy stirred up, and a dark spear appeared in his hand, and he kicked hard with his feet.

boom!

The floor trembled.

The guard rushed over like a cheetah, holding a spear, and stabbed the middle-aged man straight.

He was very fast and was in front of the man in the blink of an eye.

The middle-aged man seemed to have expected it. When he touched the ground under his feet, he flipped in the air and passed over the guard. With a flick of his wrist, he stabbed the guard in the head.

The guard flicked his wrist and raised his spear above his head.

"Clang..."

Sparks flew out.

The middle-aged man was knocked back several steps, but the guard did not move at all.