The first person to take the stage for the assessment was a young warrior with a proud look. A feeling that the only one will win.
The young warrior respectfully said to the examiner, that is, the deacon of Xiaoyao Sect, "My deacon, my name is Zhang Shengli!"
"Well, who are you going to challenge?" The deacon asked Zhang Shengli.
There are ten registered disciples in the registered disciple area of Xiaoyao Sect. The look of every named disciple was extremely proud. Although they are the named disciples of Xiaoyao Sect, they are considered to be the last in Xiaoyao Sect, and their status is very low, but in front of these warriors outside, they are undoubtedly the superior disciples of genius. After all, Xiaoyao Sect is one of the top ten sacred places, even a named disciple is noble than some true disciples of the fifth rank forces.
"I challenge him!"
Zhang Shengli picked a Xiaoyao Sect disciple with the weakest breath. Of course, this so-called weak breath is also relative. For the vast majority of warriors present, he is still extremely powerful.
"Okay!" The deacon of Xiaoyao Sect did not object, and slightly chinped his head to the disciple of Xiaoyao Sect.
The named disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect said with a smile but a smile: "Don't look at my cultivation base, but if you want to pass my hand, I won't let it go!"
"I don't need you to release the water, I will definitely pass." The disciple said coldly.
This battle began immediately.
Zhang Shengli used a long spear, and the challenger used a pair of iron fists.
"Eighteen blasts!"
Zhang Shengli stabbed out with a shot, with the power to sweep away the wasteland. Heavy gun shadows enveloped the disciple of Xiaoyao Sect.
"Humph!"
The disciples of Xiaoyao Sect are extremely erratic. Looking ahead, suddenly behind. Zhang Shengli couldn't capture the other side at all, which made Zhang Shengli very depressed.
"No, I must survive ten moves!" Zhang Shengli said to himself madly in his heart.
In the fourth move, the named disciple of Xiaoyao Sect began to fight back. It was still a pair of iron fists, but it contained extremely terrifying power.
"boom!"
The disciples of Xiaoyao Sect blasted out a domineering fist, this fist, domineering to the extreme, the air wave was roaring, and the suffocating shadow of the fist locked Zhang Shengli heavily.
Feng Qingwu couldn't help but look at Zhang Tianhao next to him and asked, "Tianhao, do you think this person can succeed in the challenge?"
Zhang Tianhao shook his head and said, "Impossible. Whether it is cultivation level or martial skill, Zhang Shengli is at a disadvantage, and his weakness is restrained by the opponent's stubborn restraint. It is extremely difficult to survive ten moves!"
Feng Qingwu nodded.
Zhang Tianhao continued: "I estimate that Zhang Shengli should be defeated in the seventh move. In fact, the opponent didn't take him seriously, otherwise he should be able to defeat him without three moves."
Feng Qingwu nodded, a little surprised. Although she also saw that Zhang Shengli could not handle ten moves, she did not expect that Zhang Shengli might not even be able to handle three moves. But looking at what Zhang Tianhao had said so sure about, she couldn't help but believe it.
Zhang Tianhao suddenly felt a murderous intent enveloping himself, and when he looked at it subconsciously, he found a sharp eye looking at him. The person who looked at him came from the inner disciple area of the Xiaoyao Sect. It was a young man in his early twenties, with a cold face, and his provocative eyes fell on him without any concealment.
The man gave Zhang Tianhao a cold smile and turned his head away. It made Zhang Tianhao almost think it was his own illusion, but he knew that it was not an illusion. This person was indeed provoking him just now.
"This person looks strange, but why does he feel so hostile to me?" Zhang Tianhao condensed his brows.
"What happened to Tianhao?" Feng Qingwu looked at Zhang Tianhao.
Zhang Tianhao shook his head and said, "It's nothing."
At this moment, there have been changes on the stage. Zhang Shengli really did as Zhang Tianhao said, in the seventh move, the disciple of Xiaoyao Sect caught one of the deadliest flaws, and flew out of the battlefield with one move.
"The assessment failed!" The deacon of Xiaoyao Sect said blankly.
Zhang Shengli said "Wow!" Can't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. He murmured: "How did I fail, how could I fail, I am not reconciled to fail!"
The deacon of Xiaoyao Sect ignored Zhang Shengli, and the deacon said indifferently: "Next!"
Zhang Tianhao said to Shi Hongmin: "Hongmin, you choose the third one from the left. That's the white-haired young man. You will do what I said later."
Shi Hongmin nodded.
Obviously, Zhang Tianhao is giving Shi Hongmin a face-to-face opportunity, which can also increase Shi Hongmin's success rate.
Shi Hongmin jumped onto the battle platform.
As expected, Shi Hongmin chose the white-haired young man according to Zhang Tianhao's request.
"Soon, I chose me, don't worry, I won't pity Xiang Xiyu." The white-haired young man smiled coldly.
The white-haired youth is not the weakest among so many people. Seeing that Shi Hongmin had chosen herself, the white-haired young man felt shameless. In his opinion, this is a challenge to himself.
Shi Hongmin uses a sword, and the seven-seven-forty-nine strokes and seven-color swordsmanship inherited by her family has long been practiced by her. She did not fight head-on with the white-haired youth, but used her light posture to take a game.
Shi Hongmin fiercely attacked the white-haired young man's left position, which caught the white-haired young man by surprise. Although he could make Shi Hongmin retreat with every cut, Shi Hongmin still attacked his left position with all his strength. Although the strength of the white-haired youth is the second heaven of Emperor Wu, at this moment, the power of the white-haired youth can only be displayed at most two-thirds.
"Damn it, how did she know that my left rib was injured?" The white-haired young man felt a little surprised.
In this battle, Shi Hongmin managed to make ten moves after the white-haired youth did not exert all his strength.
"Passed the assessment!"
The deacon of Xiaoyao Sect took a deep look at Shi Hongmin, and with his strength, he naturally saw the tricky. But this is not against the rules.
"Sun Jie, Zhang Gongzi, Qing Wu, I passed." Shi Hongmin said excitedly when he stepped off the stage.
"Congratulations!"
Zhang Tianhao and others were naturally very happy. Shi Hongmin was the first disciple who passed the examination and was officially able to enter the Xiaoyao Sect.
Next, some warriors stepped onto the battlefield one after another. The number of registered disciples of Xiaoyao Sect is 73. But in the end the assessment passed, only fifteen. The odds of passing are pitiful. Obviously, Xiaoyao Zong did not release water because of the death island incident.
Zhang Tianhao looked at Sun Jie next to him and asked, "Really decided?"
Sun Jie said: "Well, I am going to participate in the outer disciple assessment. I feel that my current strength is enough to become an outer disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect."
"Well, I respect your decision."
Zhang Tianhao estimated that Sun Jie inherited the inheritance of Lang Fanyun and became the outer disciple of Xiaoyao Sect, with a high probability.
Soon, it was the turn of the outer disciple to assess. There are not many disciples participating in the assessment of outer disciples. Compared with the appraisal of the registered disciple, it was much less than that of the appraisal.