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This day is the time for the Qingyun Inner Sect to be assessed.

At this time, in front of Qingyun Hall, people were surging. There was an eight-angle stone platform. The stone platform was flat. In previous years, the inner door assessment was held on the stone platform.

In every corner of the square, thousands of outer disciples talked and cheered loudly!

"Our senior brother Fang must have entered the inner sect, and he is worthy of being the leader of poor disciples!"

"That's right, Senior Brother Fang is a righteous person. When he enters the inner door, we have a better life!"

In the poor camp, many disciples shouted loudly to cheer for Fang Yu.

"Hmph, ignorant mud legs, this inner gate assessment, we have Senior Sister Zhou, Senior Brother He, Senior Brother Qing and others in our camp. Even if Fang Yu enters the inner gate, life will be as hard as possible."

"Isn't that true? Besides, can Fang Yu enter the inner door?"

Among the rich children, they sneered and talked, their eyes flashing with joking. How could Zhou Rou and others let Fang Yu enter the inner sect and pull him down the outer sect, so that they could torture him slowly.

"Dong"

The bell rang, and the curtains in the square calmed down. The disciples looked excited and waited for the good news.

Four tea chairs were placed directly behind the test bench, which were prepared for the only four elders of Qingyun Sect.

The head of the sect, Sima Kong, the master Chen Tian, ​​the second master Qingxia, and the third master He Yunhai, these four pillars firmly support the Qingyun Sect among the five sects and will not be eliminated.

On the side, there were four black-clad disciples. The four of them looked indifferent and looked arrogant. They were one of Qingyun's few inner disciples, one of them.

"My Qingyun Sect is a sect of sword cultivators, the three great cultivators in heaven and earth. Dharma cultivators pursue the way of heaven, Buddhist cultivators pursue themselves, and sword cultivators pursue the way of sword!"

In front of the hall, Sima Kong stood up and swept away the sloppy past. He said proudly: "Sword cultivators are special cultivators who believe in moving forward bravely and killing everything. They only believe in the sword in their hearts."

"So magic tools, magic tricks, etc., are all side ways! Remember, the sword is your way!"

His voice was as loud as a bell, resounding in everyone's heart. This is the true meaning of sword cultivator. Therefore, everything is a cloud, magic weapon, spiritual armor and other objects. Sword cultivator doesn't like it at all. They are proud and confident, and sword is the foundation!

Whatever you need, then use a sword to grab it!

For a moment, the disciples below were in a state of great excitement and realized much more.

"Okay, let's start!"

After finishing the opening remarks passed by the ancestor, Sima Kong sat down, but he was looking forward to how many potential disciples could be produced in this generation?

The inner door assessment is very simple, with three tests mainly based on scores.

1: Cultivation test!

The scores in the concentration period are very high, but they do not mean 100% entry. However, if the scores are slightly smaller, but if you have strong strength, you will still have the chance to enter the inner door.

After all, sword cultivation practices differently. In addition to taking away his own spiritual energy, he pays more attention to his understanding of the sword.

2: Sword test!

Being familiar with three hundred sword techniques and using them one by one can also get a lot of points.

Three: Challenge!

In the first two assessments, five of the most scores will be accepted by the challenge of external disciples. Each person has experienced ten times. In the end, the one who wins the most games will enter the inner sect, with only three places in total.

As for those who dare to come up and challenge, if they win ten consecutive games, they will still be able to enter the inner door.

Of course, this seems simple, but it is actually extremely difficult. After all, all the disciples who have been tested have excellent talents and strong strength. Winning one may be simple, but if you want to win ten games in a row, it is difficult to reach the top.

A disciple once tried it and gave up the first two assessments and tried to enter the inner sect by challenging them. As a result, he won the first two games, but lost the next few games because of the spiritual energy. This is a pity. After all, if the disciple passes the first two assessments, he will have greater hope of entering the inner sect.

It is difficult to take advantage of the opportunity, without enough strength!

Dong!

Another bell rang, and hundreds of disciples stepped forward to take the exam.

Zhang Dagen, Zhu Gan and others lined up. The two looked behind from time to time. Zhang Dagen said in confusion: "Why haven't you come yet? I don't know where to hide in seclusion."

Zhu Gan's thin body shook and said directly: "It's useless to come, it's just a little fun."

Zhang Dagen nodded in favor and then sighed: "Alas, although we have many poor disciples, there are few who have outstanding cultivation. Currently, there is only the boss, alas!"

Obviously, although there are few rich children, they are all elites. Fang Yu wants to enter the inner sect, so it seems that there are many twists and turns.

The assessment of cultivation is a huge black stone, and Elder Chen Tian is responsible for testing the score. At this time, he looked at the boy in front of him and nodded with satisfaction: "Fang Yu, concentration period!"

Fang Yu's face was as cold as ever, but his heart was filled with laughter. However, he was happy and a little scared: "Damn it, only one of my brothers passed through the mud legs, and it was hard to whistle alone!"

He felt that Zhou Rou and others would definitely make things difficult for this assessment. After all, he was the only one of the poor disciples who had the most hope, which made him feel a little panicked.

"Junior brother, you haven't come and fight side by side yet!"

For some reason, Fang Yu counted on Lu Chen. Although that guy had a bad cultivation level, as long as he was there, Fang Yu felt at ease. Just like the poor disciples broke out. Although he was the leader of the poor, in fact, all his confidence still came from that guy.

Perhaps because that guy has a natural temperament and gives people the feeling of reliability, even if his cultivation is very poor.

Moreover, Fang Yu thought afterwards that Lu Chen did not take the lead, and he was still planting the medicine field obediently. The idea of ​​taking the lead in rebellion was good in his dream.

......

After half a morning, after passing the waves and washing the sand, the thousands of disciples were Zhou Rou, He Wu, Qing Li Feng, Lan Yun and Fang Yu.

Among these five disciples, four of them came from the Forbidden Man, but Fang Yu came from the poor camp. At this time, many poor disciples smelled the smell of gunpowder, but they could not help and sighed in their hearts.

As for the rich young master, he sneered and his face was full of gloating.

The third assessment is a practical battle and is also the most likely assessment to be reversed. The disciple who can stand out is definitely the strongest qi cultivation level!

"The third assessment is only three places. The outstanding ones among the five people will enter the inner door!" Sima Kong stood up and said with a solemn expression.

For a moment, the disciples' eyes fell on the stone platform, staring at the five potential disciples.

"We can't beat Zhou Rou, but He Wu still has hope. Ten challenges, he must lose a few games. Zhang Dagen, you go up first, we have a round battle, I don't believe he can survive ten games." Many of the poor disciples suggested.

Fighting against a disciple is obviously the best way. Of course, if they can think of this method, how can the rich children miss it?

On the stone platform, Zhou Rou and He Wu looked at each other and sneered. They had prepared ten outer disciples to challenge Fang Yu. Each of them had the cultivation level between the fourth and fifth levels of Qi training. Fang Yu could win one game, but what about the second and third games?

The spiritual energy is always exhausted.

As for yourself and others?

Among the poor disciples, there are only a few who have good cultivation, and the others are not worth worrying about. It is not difficult to win ten games!

"The first one, Zhou Rou!"

A voice rang out, Zhou Rou bowed to the top, and then looked at the disciple below.

"Who dares to get on?"

Her voice was delicate, but she had a temperament of despising everything. For a moment, no one among the poor disciples dared to go up, and it was even more impossible for the rich young master to go up.

After a stick of incense, Sima Kong shook his head helplessly.

"Zhou Rou won the first game!"

After hearing the sound, Zhou Rou smiled and glanced at the disciples with contempt. She moved her lotus steps and walked down the stone platform.

"Next, Fang Yu!"

Fang Yu's eyes narrowed, he straightened his clothes and walked onto the stone platform. However, as soon as he got on, a disciple from the fifth level of Qi training jumped up. The disciple was dressed gorgeously and could tell at a glance that he was definitely from the camp of the rich young master.

"Senior Brother Fang, please give me advice!"
Chapter completed!