Among the three people are the Confucian surname Gui, Zhu Chi and another 30-year-old, beautiful Taoist woman with a green hair.
At this time Liu Ming already knew that the full name of the Confucian student was Gui Ruquan, and that beautiful Dao could stand with them, obviously it was the Master Zhong who had been in retreat.
As for the other inner disciples, in addition to a bunch of newcomers and the disciples I met last time, there are also many more old disciples who are over 30 years old.
The faces of these old disciples were unfamiliar, but each of them had a strong aura, and it was obvious that most of their cultivation skills were not simple.
After waiting a while, more than a dozen inner disciples landed around the square. After no one appeared again, Gui Ruquan coughed slightly.
"Very well. Except for those disciples who were unable to rush back in time due to the sect mission, all the disciples of our Jiuying line have already arrived. This time is also the first since the introduction of several new juniors in the line. The second mini-comparison. Any disciple who performs well in the junior-comparison will receive a certain reward, and the best-performing disciple will have an extra heavy reward. Junior Brother Zhu, take out all the test props."
The last few words of the Confucian student were to Zhu Chi.
"Brother, don't worry, I'm ready." The man with haircut smiled, and walked up and down a few steps, suddenly there were a few more light yellow talisman in his hand, Qi Yang with both hands.
After the bang sounded, the masses of white air rolled away, and a dozen more things appeared out of thin air in the center of the square.
When Liu Ming saw this, his eyes lit up, and the talisman should be the storage talisman that Uncle Su mentioned.
So many things can be put into the little talisman, it is amazing!
Five black iron locks of different sizes, a white and half-foot-high stone stele, and seven or eight simple dolls of different colors, some dressed in thick armor, and some holding a huge iron sword in their hands.
"According to the old rules, the competition will be divided into three groups. A group of new beginner disciples, a group of disciples over the age of 30, and the remaining disciples are counted as another group. The content of the competition is divided into three types: strength, spells, and actual combat. Junior Brother Zhu , You will be responsible for the test of disciples over 30 years old, and Junior Sister Zhou will be responsible for those under 30 years old. I will personally take care of the new entry disciples.” Gui Ruquan said after a few words of explanation.
Naturally, Zhu Chi and the teacher-aunt Zhong would not object.
After a little discussion, the three decided to start testing with new disciples, then disciples under 30, and finally those older disciples over 30.
After a soft cough, the scholar walked out and said:
"The new disciple stand up and let the seniors and sisters who have not met you before. Our Jiuying line may not be very strong in the clan, but if we talk about unity and unity, it is by no means inferior to the other lines."
Hearing what the Confucian scholar said, Liu Ming and other five newcomers naturally walked out, and bowed to the others around after reporting their names.
Naturally, the other disciples responded with smiles.
"Yu Cheng, you, as a direct disciple, let you start first. Let me see the effect of your cultivation in the past six months." After scanning the five Liu Ming, the scholar finally said to the red-haired boy. .
Hearing this, the red-haired boy naturally bowed and said yes, and walked to the five dark iron locks, and finally stopped in front of the youngest one.
Said it is the smallest, the black iron lock in front of him is the size of a washbasin, and it looks like four to five hundred catties. It is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to shake it.
At least Liu Ming believes that if it were not for stimulating potential, he would be quite reluctant.
After the red-haired boy gave a low drink, he grabbed the handle of the iron lock with both hands, and suddenly exerted force with both arms.
The iron lock only shook a few times, and could not get up from the ground.
The red-haired young man's face blushed a bit, and suddenly he muttered a word, and a light yellow light suddenly enveloped his body, and the breath of the whole person was completely different from the previous one.
After another loud drink, several slender yellow shining spiritual patterns appeared on the young man's arm, and he lifted the iron lock really trembling.
There was a "bang".
In a moment, the boy's face flushed, the iron lock was thrown back to the ground, and even a shallow pit was smashed.
"It seems that your Earth Spirit Technique has been cultivated to the first level, otherwise you won't be able to hold this lock just by insisting on mana. Do you want to try the second one." Gui Ruquan said with a smile when he saw this situation. No comment was made on the result of the red-haired teenager lifting the iron lock.
Most of the other inner disciples who watched around the square also just watched with a smile, and they did not show any surprises either.
"The disciple is already very reluctant to lift this one. The second one is impossible to lift." The red-haired boy took a few deep breaths, calmed his breathless chest, and replied respectfully.
"Well, then you use the strongest spell to attack this stone stele made of white Burmese crystals ten steps away, and use the ten breaths to leave traces on it to judge your spell proficiency and power level. "The scholar said slowly.
"Yes, Master Gui!" After Yu Cheng promised, he immediately walked a few steps to a place ten steps away from the white and misty stone stele. He quickly pinched the formula with a solemn expression. After a few breaths, he suddenly slapped his hands. Large cyan flakes, and brighter and brighter.
The teenager suddenly yelled "Wind Blade" and raised his hand with one hand, and the flakes shot out in a flash.
With a muffled sound of "poof", a clear white mark suddenly appeared on the seemingly smooth stone tablet, which was half an inch deep.
This stele is surprisingly hard.
And Yu Cheng continued to mutter some words, but this time, the wind blade between his two hands only condensed a little, and Gui Ruquan said lightly, "Time is up."
The red-haired boy could only disperse the unfinished spells, and his face was a bit unwilling.
"Well, you can enter the monument for half an inch. It seems that you have spent a lot of time on this technique, and it is considered a real entry. As long as you continue to work hard, if you can issue two attacks within ten breaths, this technique will even reach a small level. Realm. But the more you practice magic, the more difficult it is to improve. You have to be mentally prepared." After scanning the stone tablet, the scholar finally nodded and woke up.
The red-haired boy said yes.
"I can only give you a moderate evaluation of the first two test results. The final result depends on your final actual combat. You are new beginner disciples, as long as you wait until the lowest level is the puppet." The Confucian said as he said. Walked towards those humanoid dolls.
After he stopped in front of the shortest doll with his bare hands and fists, he patted a groove on his chest with one hand, immediately inserted a white misty spirit stone, and then used a finger to hit the doll's head. At one point, a wisp of black air penetrated into it in a flash.
The next moment, the originally quiet doll, with a flash of red light in its eyes, strode into the square, which was already drawn in a circle, and stopped again.
"You and this puppet injected with low-level battle spirits are fighting in this circle. Whoever walks out of this circle is considered a failure. The specific results depend on how long you can hold on under the attack of this puppet." Guiru Quan said with his hands behind his back.
The red-haired boy didn't dare to neglect when he heard the words, he touched his waist with one hand, took out a short green blade that was several feet long, and walked cautiously into the circle.
As soon as he stepped into the circle with his feet, the figure that originally seemed bulky suddenly moved, and it pounced like a violent wind.
The red-haired boy was startled, and almost subconsciously cut the short blade in his hand at the doll and slashed away.
With a "poof", a light green blade of light rolled out, but the cut on the doll only made its body slightly condensed, as if nothing had happened, it continued to pounce.
The teenager suddenly became a little flustered, and hurried back.
While continuing to wave the short blade in his hand, he hurriedly said the wind blade formula, but in a panic, the formula made mistakes, and even a wind blade was issued.
After a while, the puppet had already attacked with its talisman to the front of it, and knocked it out of the circle with a palm.
"Inferior in actual combat. Comprehensive evaluation, mid-low." Gui Ruquan shook his head, but said calmly.
Yu Cheng was not really injured, but after standing up, he could only walk back to the other disciples with his head down.
When Liu Ming and other new disciples saw this, they couldn't help looking at each other.
"Next, Xue Shan." The scholar said the next name unceremoniously.
Xue Shan grinned, but he could only bite the bullet and walk out.
Sure enough, after the three tests, he hadn't cultivated to the first level of basic exercises, he couldn't lift any iron locks at all, and the spell test could only barely leave a small trace on the stone tablet with fireball. In the end, the actual combat result was even more unbearable, and the doll was also knocked out of the circle in an instant.
The final evaluation he got was naturally just a "inferior" one.
Wan Xiaoqian at the bottom is slightly better.
Although this woman did not perform well in power and spells, in the final actual combat, she first performed a light-weight spell on herself, plus another wind attribute spell assistance, and she insisted on a tea time under the attack of the puppet. Finally got a middle and lower evaluation.
"Bai Congtian"
The scholar's eyes finally fell on Liu Ming.
After Liu Ming took a deep breath, he slightly urged the Nethergujue, and immediately a layer of black aura rolled from his body and walked towards the iron locks.
Seeing this, the scholars' eyes narrowed slightly.
On the other side, Zhu Chi was whispering something with Daogu beside him. After seeing the vision on Liu Ming's body, he couldn't help but hum.
Seeing this, the Taoist aunt next to her raised her eyebrows and asked:
"Why, why is Brother Zhu surprised?"
"Junior Sister Zhong doesn’t know that this son is only the three spiritual channels, and the exercise method he chooses is not the ghost spiritual power that focuses on the original channel. But it seems that he has already cultivated the first level of the ghost spiritual power. Something unexpected." Zhu Chi replied slowly.
"If there is such a thing, it seems that this child should be more than a simple thing like the Three Lingmais." After hearing this, the beautiful Taoist aunt looked at Liu Ming's eyes, and immediately showed an expression of interest.