In front of the mountain gate of the Kaoshan Sect, a recruitment station for disciples was set up. At this moment, many people had gathered; among them were children from the village at the foot of the mountain. Judging by their clothes and appearances, they were very simple and plain.
Of course, there were also some martial world ruffians with a crude aura. Moreover, Wang Xiaoqiang noticed that these people varied in nature, coming from all kinds of backgrounds and were not simple at all. Some of them didn't even seem to be good people, looking fierce and evil, yet the Kaoshan Sect only briefly questioned them before accepting them.
In contrast, those who resembled simple village youths ended up not being selected and left, disappointed and dejected.
"This Kaoshan Sect seems a bit peculiar." After observing for a while, Wang Xiaoqiang felt very strange, yet he still flew down in front of the gate of the Kaoshan Sect.
