Already here, no one will quit naturally, the man surnamed Zhou nodded in satisfaction, "In this case, you should enter the Ten Thousand Killing Formation, judge your strength level according to the points, and then organize into the team with the corresponding strength, I advise you to be the best!" It’s better to show your full strength and join a team with high combat power, it will be easier to gain military merit and survive!”
"Come here now, come one by one, you, come first!" The man surnamed Zhou clicked on a random person, and while speaking, a man beside him activated the Ten Thousand Killing Formation, and the Ten Thousand Killing Formation was in the square behind them. In fact, most of the people present have seen the Wansha Formation before.
This is the phantom killing array commonly used in the Southern Tianyu to test the strength of warriors.
"If you accumulate more than 100,000 points, you will be a first-level soldier. If you accumulate 50,000 points, you will be a second-level soldier. If you have less than 20,000 points, you will be advised to go home. Going to the battlefield is also a death sentence."
A person with a score below 20,000 is only equivalent to the weakest Houtian warrior. This kind of person will be completely abused against the pulse-condensing stage disciples of the third-rank sect, and they are not even qualified to be cannon fodder on the battlefield.
After the first disciple entered the Ten Thousand Killing Formation, the martial artist who was counting beside him began to light incense, and when the stick of incense burned out, the warrior's face turned pale, and he withdrew from the Ten Thousand Killing Formation.
"Thirty-six thousand points, third-level soldier!" The man surnamed Zhou announced with a blank face.
Hearing this score, the man under test was slightly taken aback, as if he couldn't accept it. Many free warriors are always very confident because they have not come into contact with many masters of the same level, otherwise they would not come to the South China Sea battlefield with a high death rate .
However, when the test results came out, there were only third-level fighters, and it was inevitable that they would be hit hard.
"Next!" The man surnamed Zhou glanced at the man lightly and continued.
The second disciple entered, but came out after only half an incense stick.
"Twenty-eight thousand points, a third-level soldier!"
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"Thirty-three thousand points. Third-level soldier!"
"40,000 points, third-level soldier!"
"19,000 points, unqualified!"
After testing ten disciples in a row, none of them scored more than 50,000 points, all of them were third-level fighters, and one failed.
The unqualified disciple was severely beaten, and withdrew in disgrace.
The man surnamed Zhou still had a calm expression, and he had expected such a situation long ago. He pointed to the woman he had previously favored in the team. Said: "You, come up and try!"
The woman was wearing a green dress, with a slender figure and an ordinary appearance. After the woman entered the Wansha formation, the people behind the man surnamed Zhou lit incense. This time, the incense burned for an extra long time, after one stick of incense was burned. The second stick of incense was also burned out.
It wasn't until half of the third stick of incense was gone that the woman snorted softly and withdrew from the Ten Thousand Killing Formation.
"Ninety-six thousand points. Second-level soldiers!"
As soon as these words came out, the disciples present were amazed. They never thought that this ordinary-looking woman in Tsing Yi was actually so powerful.
Ninety-six thousand points. It is more than double the score of the strongest person other than her!
The woman's expression didn't fluctuate at all, as if she didn't care about this achievement.
"Next, you! Come up!" The man surnamed Zhou pointed to Lin Ming.
Lin Ming walked up to the Ten Thousand Killing Formation calmly, and turned around to ask: "Senior brother, can you tell me how the points are calculated?"
"Huh? Why are you asking this? Just fight as hard as you can." The man surnamed Zhou said impatiently.
"I just want to know, I have a plan in mind when I fight."
The man surnamed Zhou glanced at Lin Ming displeasedly, and replied coldly: "Ten thousand points for the peak day after tomorrow, two thousand points for the late day after tomorrow, and three hundred points for the mid-day after tomorrow."
"understood."
As Lin Ming said, he entered the Ten Thousand Killing Formation.
White light flashed, and seven or eight warriors appeared in front of Lin Ming, with cultivation bases ranging from the middle stage of the day after tomorrow to the peak of the day after tomorrow.
"It's probably the weakest level among warriors of the same level. It's about the same strength as when I participated in the Seven Profound Valley Chief Sect martial arts meeting."
Lin Ming casually pulled out a long halberd from the virtual weapons around him, with a calm expression on his face. He asked for the score, because he was afraid that he would kill too many and attract the attention of interested people.
"call!"
Three or four warriors charged forward, Lin Ming's long halberd swept across them, all three or four warriors were cut in half, and a cloud of blood exploded!
A spike without any suspense!
Immediately afterwards, a martial artist at the peak of the day after tomorrow rushed up, Lin Ming didn't even bother to change his moves, and swiped down with a halberd, and that warrior at the peak of the day after tomorrow was also chopped off in half!
With Lin Ming's strength, facing these low-level fighters would be a massacre.
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Outside the Ten Thousand Killing Formation, the incense was slowly burning. The man surnamed Zhou folded his arms on his chest, pinched the mustache under his chin with his index finger and thumb, and had a playful smile on his face. He was waiting for Lin Ming's results.
After the first stick of incense was burned, the second stick of incense was lit, and this stick of incense had only burned a little bit. At this moment, with a flash of light, Lin Ming withdrew from the Ten Thousand Killing Formation.
"Huh? So fast?"
The man surnamed Zhou was a little stunned. He originally thought that with Lin Ming's strength, staying for two or three sticks of incense would definitely not be a problem.
However, when he looked at the score, the man surnamed Zhou smiled. This kid really has a trick.
The free fighters around didn't pay much attention to Lin Ming at first, until the man surnamed Zhou read out the results—
"One hundred and one thousand points, a first-class soldier!"
Wow—
All warriors in the audience looked at Lin Ming, first-level fighter? Stronger than that powerful woman before
Most of these people have entered the 10,000-kill formation, and they know how difficult it is to achieve 100,000 points.
"Hey! This kid is not bad, compared to when I was young!" The man surnamed Zhou touched his chin and exclaimed.
"It's a little longer than a stick of incense, and he may still have a hand."
"It's because you have kept your hands. You only have this strength in the late day after tomorrow, and you have caught up with the top level of the disciples of the fourth-rank sect's outer sect."
"It does have a future, but the premise is that he can survive the battlefield in the South China Sea."
Lin Ming's expression calmed down as he walked away. He calculated the hundred thousand points in advance, for the title of first-class soldier.
During wartime, the alliance uses the squad as the combat unit, and the war information, including the location of the enemy, is also distributed to the squad. Joining the squad is much more convenient. Since this is the case, of course Lin Ming should try his best to join a high-level squad. Can get familiar with the battlefield faster and get more important information.
As for delaying more than a stick of incense inside, it was entirely Lin Ming's intention. In fact, he only took a dozen or so breaths to reach 100,000 points. for the sake. For the rest of the time, Lin Ming deliberately dawdled, so as not to come out too early and shock the world too much.
When Lin Ming returned to the team, the warriors around looked at Lin Ming's expressions with awe. The woman also looked at Lin Ming a few more times before, and then fell silent.
After Lin Ming, the few remaining warriors also finished testing their strength, and the highest score was only 45,000 points, and they were all third-level warriors.
The third-level soldiers are almost the bottom of the South China Sea Demon Realm battlefield.
"You two, follow me!" The man surnamed Zhou pointed to Lin Ming and the woman before him.
The other eighteen free warriors watched Lin Ming and the two leave with emotion and jealousy in their eyes, the gap was too far.
"Now take you to join the combat team, join a strong team, when you encounter danger, your safety can be guaranteed to the greatest extent, but sometimes, the enemies faced by a strong team will be even stronger. How about it? Choose yourselves!"
The man surnamed Zhou said and pushed open a door. Behind the door was a noisy tavern.
The entire tavern was in a gray tone, with colorful true essence stone lamps hanging on the ceiling. On the stage in the center of the tavern, a woman with pitifully scant cloth was dancing a kind of *dance that Lin Ming had never seen before. Starting from the traditional martial arts in the Southern Tianyu, this kind of dance is almost showing off the sexy parts of a woman's body wantonly, causing the warriors below to scream strangely.
"Hey, it looks good." The man surnamed Zhou pouted at Lin Ming, showing a smile that a man could understand, "The dance from the Demon Realm is really delicious! This Demon Realm also brought some good things! Ha ha!"
The man surnamed Zhou smiled wantonly, ignoring the disgusted gaze of the woman beside him.
"Everyone, stop for a second, two newcomers, a first-level soldier with a score of 101,000, and a quasi-first-level soldier with a score of 96,000. Tell me which team you need."
The noisy tavern fell silent, and the hot dancing girls on the stage also stopped dancing. The reckless martial artists followed the voice of the man surnamed Zhou and shifted their eyes to Lin Ming and the woman, sizing them up and down.
Different from what Lin Ming expected, there was no situation where many people were vying for it.
"It seems that a first-class soldier with a score of one hundred and one thousand is not very valuable, or these teams present are all top-level teams, and they don't look down on one with a score of one hundred and one thousand." Thinking like this, Lin Ming remained calm on the surface. .
"Boy, how about joining us?"
After a few breaths of silence, a big man yelled, holding a large jug of wine in his hand, shaking his big hand, and spilled a lot of wine outside.
Lin Ming glanced over, and saw that the big man's cultivation was at the peak of the day after tomorrow, and his true energy was extremely thick. He was obviously a master among those of the same rank.
"Our team has three congenital masters alone. Among them, our captain is in the middle stage of congenital, and the other five members are all battle-tested first-level soldiers. It is one of the top teams in the alliance, join our team, you will have the best chance to accumulate military merits, to be honest, if it wasn’t for the reduction of one member a few days ago, we generally wouldn’t want warriors in the late stage of the day after tomorrow.”
Many senior teams are unwilling to recruit recruits. A recruit often lacks combat experience. When encountering a life-and-death crisis, he will be confused and become a burden. One can imagine.
In his opinion, Lin Ming was still very immature, and he belonged to the lower ranks in their team. It was hard to say how he would perform on the battlefield in the future. )
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