Ling Han walked in the mountains, along a narrow mountain road towards Luoyan Valley. He encountered many battles along the way, but with his strength, he could easily suppress them.
If his opponent had murderous intent, he would kill him mercilessly. If the opponent just wanted to rob him, he would be lenient. After all, fighting for the token was the rule of the game, not a personal grudge.
In the battle after battle, Ling Han finally suppressed the sword energy and cultivated the fist energy again.
One method can connect all methods, and martial arts in the world have one source.
Ling Han, however, drew an analogy and thought: "I have encountered a bottleneck in the practice of sword energy. I have been stagnant since the fifth path. In fact, the fifth path was also because my father was arrested, and I broke through it in anger. After breaking away from the shackles, the sixth path was about discussing the art of swordsmanship with Teacher Mo, which led to an epiphany, and the seventh path was also about an explosion of emotions."
"But it's impossible to always have such great joy and sorrow around me, and I don't want to use great sadness to improve my sword spirit, because I can't be that lucky. Every time the people around me are only injured instead of dead."
"Since the practice of sword energy has encountered a bottleneck, I might as well try other martial arts. After practicing boxing like this, I have a vague resonance with the way of swordsmanship. Maybe if I can raise the War Elephant Boxing to the highest level, I can also practice it. The eighth sword energy is coming out."
On the third day, the disciples of the Dongyue Sect officially joined the assessment. There were not many people, only about three hundred. However, these people were all around twenty-five years old, and their lowest strength was at the Wellspring realm. This was very surprising. It changed the situation. It was messed up again.
Ling Han never met an opponent, and the number of tokens he harvested reached 10,000, and the number of opponents he actually defeated was only more than 700. Sure enough, after robbing the right person, the harvest was even greater.
This has guaranteed that he will enter the top 100, and Ling Han has no ambition to get the first place, because this first place is meaningless, and the top 100 can all enter the second round of review.
The Luoyan Valley has appeared. It is a natural valley that cannot be crossed by birds, because there are often astonishing evil spirits rushing out from underneath. Even those who are strong in the flower-growing realm will be afraid. It is said that the Dongyue Sect once dispatched the most powerful people in the Spiritual Infant Realm to enter, but a total of three people entered, and only two came back, and those two passed away not long ago.
From then on, Luoyan Valley became a restricted area, and no one dared to enter.
Naturally, Ling Han and the others did not need to enter Luoyan Valley, so they gathered on the outskirts of the valley. When people arrive, they hand in their counting tokens and register their identities.
"Brother, brother, let me ask you something, how many tokens did you get?" Ling Han walked all the way, and after entering the safe area, he saw a young man in his twenties approaching.
"Why should I tell you?" Ling Han asked.
"Hey, to be honest, among the 100 people who have come now, there are more than 900 tokens. Therefore, if you can't reach this number, why not sell the tokens to me. If it is much more than the number, why not Give me some." The young man said with a smile.
Ling Han also smiled and said, "Not interested."
"Hey, hey, hey, the price is negotiable, don't leave!" The young man chased after him, but Ling Han ignored him, so he could only shake his head and wait for the people behind him.
Ling Han walked all the way to the place where the tokens were handed over, and was approached by at least a dozen people who wanted to buy tokens from him, but he ignored them all.
When I came to the end, I saw a high platform set up here. People who came back had to walk up to it to hand over their cards. In addition, there was also a huge white paper posted on the platform, with hundreds of names written on it, and behind each name. There is a number.
Obviously, these are the people and results that are now in the top 100.
Ling Han took a look, and sure enough, the score of the last place was more than 900, but this person would definitely be eliminated, because there was still half a day before the end of the competition, and there were still a large number of people who had not returned. There must be many people. The score will exceed 1,000.
He glanced at it and did not find the names of young people from the Nine Northern Wilderness Countries such as Zhao Huan. Maybe they could advance into the top 10,000, but it would be too difficult to enter the top 100, unless they were very lucky and encountered as many soft people as possible. Persimmon pinch.
But even if they didn't enter the Ten Thousand Names, they got a lot of Huanglong Fruit, and the trip was worthwhile.
Among the people he had heard of, he only found one person: Bai Ming, the sword of justice. He is now ranked second with a score of 11,108. This score may only be ranked forty or fifty in the end, or even higher. Low, but as long as you get tens of thousands of tokens, you can enter the top 100. What's the point of having more
He is also a smart man, Ling Han nodded.
He went to hand over the tokens. When he waved his right hand and a large number of tokens were piled on the table, the people in charge of counting were all surprised. They didn't expect that this young man who looked only 18 or 19 years old would be like this. So fierce.
This was because Ling Han deliberately made himself look more mature, otherwise his seventeen-year-old appearance would be even more shocking.
"The score is 1,086 yuan." The person responsible for counting was four spring-level people, and the speed was naturally fast. There was also a Shentai-level person sitting on the high platform. He seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed. He didn't care about it. With such a master sitting there, who would dare to mess around
"Name, age, place of birth, cultivation level." A disciple asked, holding a notebook in his hand with many names already written on it.
He is the person responsible for recording the top 100 results. Although the first round of assessment has not yet ended, breaking 10,000 points already guarantees that he will be in the top 100. The only question is where he will be ranked.
Ling Han said: "Han Lin, nineteen years old, Fuyun Mountain, first level of Linghai."
Han Lin is Ling Han in reverse. Although the Linghai realm at the age of nineteen is still amazing, he should be much better after being "older" by two years. Fuyun Mountain is a small mountain in the Northern Territory. Ling Han had seen it in geographical records before, so he took it over because Hengtian Continent experienced a great disaster more than 9,000 years ago, and many place names came from it. Despite the changes, he couldn't rashly throw away the place names from his previous life.
The four disciples were all shocked. Although the score of more than 10,000 pieces was good, it might be due to luck, but the nineteen-year-old Linghai realm was astonishing. Even the Shentai realm with closed eyes and meditation was... He couldn't help but opened his eyes, looked at Ling Han, nodded, and said: "Young man, not bad! Quite good!"
Ling Han didn't make himself look too old because his life energy was so strong that he could really look like he was twenty-four or five years old. An old monster in the Flower Realm could see through it at a glance. If he thought of him, he would be the one in the Medicine Garden. One of the big thieves, that would be fun.
Ling Han smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for the compliment, senior."
The Shentai realm master also smiled in a friendly manner and did not dare to make excuses. Because the Linghai realm at the age of nineteen is really amazing. In the future, the other party may become a strong person in the Shenghua realm or even the Spiritual Infant realm. Even if he cannot be friends with Ling Han, he must not make enemies.
"This is your new token. Don't lose it." A disciple handed over a heavy black token with the word "Han Lin" engraved on it.