As soon as the majestic current encountered Chi Huo Zhen Qi, a large amount of water vapor immediately burst out.
Like a red sharp knife, Li Fuchen broke open the waterfall abruptly and easily stood on the smooth boulder.
"The first disciple of the outer sect is the first disciple of the outer sect. It's too easy."
"We tried our best and couldn't get up. He got up easily. People are really more maddening than people."
"It's worthy of being one of the strongest disciples in the history of the Waizong, it can't be compared."
Everyone was envious and helpless.
The waterfall poured down and hit Li Fuchen.
"The strength is at least ten thousand catties or more."
Li Fuchen sensed the impact of the water flow.
Don't underestimate this impact.
The impact of the water flow is continuous. A person can easily lift a 10,000-jin boulder, but it does not mean that he can continue to lift it.
Of course, as far as Li Fuchen is concerned, strength of more than 10,000 catties is really nothing.
Time passed bit by bit.
Under the 30-zhang waterfall, the light flickered.
Each ray of light stood there on behalf of a preliminary disciple of the Nei Zong.
In addition, there are seven or eight disciples preparing for the Nei Sect who have never been able to climb the boulder, and their faces are flushed with red ears anxiously.
puff!
A disciple of Nei Zong who was standing under a waterfall suddenly turned pale, and at the same time a mouthful of blood spurted out, the whole person was knocked out by the waterfall.
At this moment, the Deacon Nei Zong disciple who was timing him flashed and caught him.
Every time after a while, a Nei Zong preparation disciple couldn't hold on, and was hit by the waterfall to vomit blood.
After a quarter of an hour, only eighty people really held on.
Ninety-seven people, seventeen people were eliminated.
The second test was also on the Qianpu River, and this test was the use of true energy.
Everyone needs to cross the Thousand Falls River with their own strength.
There are countless vortexes on the Thousand Waterfall River, and it is extremely difficult to stand on it with true energy, and it is even more difficult to cross the Thousand Waterfall River.
"Everyone has it, start."
The right hand raised high by the elder of the Qingpao Nei Zong suddenly swung down.
Buzzing...
Eighty Nei Zong prepared disciples, stepping on the river, dashing all the way.
what!
One screamed, and fell into a powerful vortex accidentally, and the whole person was involved.
At a critical moment, a Deacon Nei Zong pulled him out.
Chi Huo Zhen Qi wrapped around his feet, and Li Fuchen Xing Wan bounced, every step he flew out, it was more than ten meters away, and after a while, he left everyone behind.
The elder of the Qingpao Neizong nodded secretly. There are countless vortexes in the Thousand Waterfalls River. Few people can cross easily without practicing light-weight exercises, but it is the dragon and phoenix among the people who are born handsome.
As for the level of the foundation, he doesn't pay attention to it, he only pays attention to the present.
At the end of the second assessment, only 72 of the 80 people passed.
The third assessment is the assessment of strength.
The assessment location is the Canglan Sect Monster Beast Farm.
Riding on the crane, everyone started to rush back.
By the time he arrived at the monster farm, it was almost evening.
The monster farm is a huge tiankeng. There are caves on the surrounding rock walls of the tiankeng. The caves are closed with iron gates, and there are palpable roars of monsters from time to time.
In the center of the bottom of the tiankeng, there is an arena with blood stains and murderous aura.
"Your opponent is a second-level low-level monster beast, and within a stick of incense, the person who hurts the monster beast has passed the assessment."
The elder of Qingpao Nei Zong stood with his hands in his hands and said loudly.
"Injured a second-level low-level monster?"
Although everyone knows the content of the assessment, they really feel the murderous aura of the monster farm, still can't help but get goose bumps and feel cold all over.
"The first one, Chen Xiaotian."
Chen Xiaotian is twenty years old this year. He who has cultivated the Purple Qi Jue to the eighth level is silent in the Waizong and has never been a man of the world.
He came to the arena nervously, raised his head, and looked around.
Cang Dang!
On the second layer of the rock wall, an iron gate opened, revealing an unfathomable cave.
Soon, a demon dog with black scales all over his head stuck out.
The second-level low-level monster-black scale dog.
Wang Wu...
The black scale dog's bark is very penetrating, crisp and sharp, as if a child is roaring.
Holding a high-level yellow sword in his hand, Chen Xiaotian couldn't help but tremble. It was the first time he saw a low-level monster beast of the second level, which was more terrifying than he had imagined.
"Hey, do you guess how long this junior can hold on?"
"I guess ten breaths."
"You're overestimating him, I don't think it will take more than five breaths."
In addition to Li Fuchen and others at the Monster Beast Farm, there are also many Nei Zong disciples who come to exercise their combat abilities.
Seeing Chen Xiaotian's appearance, some Nei Zong disciples laughed.
The black scale dog seemed to sense Chen Xiaotian's tension, and jumped out of the cave. The moment he landed, his body pressed down, and then followed an arc from the right to go straight to Chen Xiaotian.
Chen Xiaotian was already very nervous. Seeing that the Black Scale Dog did not face offensively, but attacked from one side, his heart became even more nervous and his body became very stiff.
Be it!
Chen Xiaotian flew out with the sword in his hand. Seeing that he was about to be killed by the Black Scale Dog, a Deacon of Nei Zong waved his hand, and a real anger forced the Black Scale Dog away.
"Chen Xiaotian, weed out."
Deacon Nei Zong, who announced the result, frowned.
The elder of the Qingpao Nei Zong frowned, and his psychological quality was too bad. This kind of person basically has no future.
One after another Nei Zong prepares disciples to play, and basically two or three out of ten people will be eliminated.
The second-level low-level monsters are quick to move and have a monster energy body. It is not an easy task to leave scars on the opponent's body.
"Next, Li Fuchen."
Deacon Nei Zong took a deep breath and reported Li Fuchen's name.
Hearing that, everyone's eyes were focused on Li Fuchen, including the Qingpao Neizong elder who had been expressionless.
"Is he Li Fuchen, the first disciple of the Outer Sect?"
"For him, Elder Yue personally presided over the assessment of Nei Zong's disciples. In normal times, the Nei Zong deacon is generally responsible for wherever the Nei Zong elder needs to manage these."
"Let's see! From the battle with the second-order low-level monsters, you can see whether he has a mere fame or is really capable."
"Yes, the real monsters are not comparable to the vitality monsters in the trial tower. Where can the vitality monsters have the ferocity and murderous aura of the real monsters."
These Nei Zong disciples have all heard of Li Fuchen's name, but what they hear is fictitious, seeing is believing, and if they don't see it with their own eyes, they still don't believe that Li Fuchen is as outrageous as the rumors.
Standing in the arena, Li Fuchen raised his head.
On the second rock wall, an iron gate opened.
Whoosh!
A black shadow flew out and hovered in the air without landing.
This is a fierce bird with a wingspan of three meters, iron-gray feathers and large dustpans in its claws.
"This is too exaggerated! Even the flying monster was used to test him."
"It is estimated that Elder Yue deliberately."
"It's really a bit suspended now. Although the flying monster's attack power is similar to that of the ground monster, the speed of the flying monster is too fast."
"If the assessment fails, this outer sect's first disciple will become a big joke."