God level takeaway system

The main peak of Shu Mountain is Jianfeng, Wang Mian flew closer, and saw that all the flying swords were inserted on this mountain, densely packed.

The bare mountain peaks and all kinds of flying swords form a sword forest.

These swords are all the flying swords left behind by the masters of Shushan past dynasties, or the disciples of Shushan who thought they passed away accidentally.

Flying sword spirits gathered on the sword mountain, condensing boundless fierce evil spirit.

If someone attacks Mount Shu, everyone in the sect only needs to launch a formation.

The tens of thousands of flying swords on the entire sword mountain will pierce the enemy into a hornet's nest.

The closer Wang Mian was to the sword's edge, the more restless the power in his body felt.

"Ok!"

Wang Mian frowned and said softly, "Could it be..."

He was a little uncertain, he just felt that there seemed to be something on the Shushan Mountain that had the same root as the power in his body.

"But how do we deliver this takeaway?"

Wang Mian felt a little headache, because there is no food delivery system in this world.

This takeaway is a forced delivery, just like the first two takeaway orders.

Before reaching the edge of the sword, Wang Mian saw people climbing the peak gathered into a long dragon.

Wang Mian was a little strange, he stopped a man and asked, "Brother, what's going on?"

"You don't know, what are you here for?" The person being questioned was a little angry.

Wang Mian smiled and said, "I really don't know, I just passed by here."

"Today is the day when Shushan opens its gates and recruits disciples," said the man.

"Oh!" Wang Mian said, "That's it."

After speaking, he wanted to stand behind this man.

But the people behind quit, "Hey, don't jump in the queue, if you want an entry test, go in the queue behind."

There were more and more noisy people, Wang Mian hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't understand the rules, everyone, I'm sorry, I'll just go to the back row."

Wang Mian stepped out and trotted directly to the end of the crowd.

From the outside, he is just an ordinary Jindan realm.

"In short, don't worry about that, let's get into Shushan first."

Wang Mian made up his mind to shoot at the end of the team.

These people are all young people, they seem to be under 20 years old, and they are all energetic people.

Calculated according to the human life span of 1000 years, these 20-year-olds are still only children.

The sun star fell, the lunar star was angry, Wang Mian was in the middle of the line, and he walked less than two miles, and the procession of the line did not reach the root of the mountain.

It can be seen that there are many people who want to become sword cultivators.

Even more than wanting to become a Kunlun disciple.

Sword cultivator is a very powerful existence, except that the cultivation base will be slower to enter the realm, but it is almost an existence of the same realm.

"I heard that the head of Mount Shu is in the realm of Dongxu?"

"That's right, just in the realm of emptiness, the head of Shushan can fight against the masters of Mahayana without defeat.

This is a great breakthrough.

Sword cultivator's attack power is unparalleled in the world, and he really deserves his reputation. "

While talking, everyone approached Shan Gen, and the sun star was born again.

But it took a day and a night. During this period, Wang Mian saw many people walking down the mountain with their heads downcast.

From the discussions of these people, Wang Mian knew the content of the entrance test.

Competing physical strength, speed, and finally testing the fit with the sword.

Most of these people were brushed off in the third round.

After a long time, Wang Mian finally started to climb the hillside.

Wang Mian felt the aura in his body, not only restless, but also he found that on this Shu Mountain, his strength increased very fast.

It was as if something of the same origin was calling him on the mountain of swords.

After a long time, Wang Mian reached the top of the mountain.

An old Taoist with a sword on his back said: "Stop, go ahead and test with ten people."

Wang Mian was still in the open space on the top of the mountain, and saw an acquaintance.

That Wang Lie from Shushan, he is an inner disciple, but obviously his status is not ordinary, and he is also a member of the test disciples.

Together with Wang Mian and his party, ten people stepped forward, and the people behind Wang Mian who wanted to participate in the entrance examination were stopped.

"Sword cultivator, your body is your capital. If you don't have a good body, you can't even cultivate your own flying sword. How can you be a sword cultivator?" said the old man.

The old man pointed to the multiple iron balls on the other side. These are the essence of sword and iron, with different weights. You each use your own strength to carry them.

"You can use any means of yours, as long as you can lift enough iron balls, you will be considered qualified for the first pass."

This test is simple and straightforward, much more reasonable than Qing Yunfeng's.

When Wang Mian followed the other 9 people to the iron ball, the old Taoist reminded: "But there is one thing, remember, do what you can. If you choose an existence that exceeds your limit and cannot lift it, it will be considered a failure."

This made the other nine people hesitate.

The iron ball they faced was as tall as a person, and the smallest was only the size of a human head.

"Hmph, I don't believe it, how heavy is this iron ball."

A bearded man snorted coldly, walked in front of the half-human-high iron ball, put his arms around the surface of the iron ball, exhaled suddenly, his feet sank into the ground, and his face turned red.

But the iron ball did not move.

"Contestant 8672, failed in the first round," said the old man.

The man's face was extremely ugly, "Who can lift such a thing."

"Don't mess around, come down the mountain for me." The old man said sternly.

The man's face was pale, he didn't dare to say more, his eyes seemed to be a little afraid of the old man, and he walked down the mountain in desperation.

The few remaining people became a little more cautious and no longer dared to choose the iron ball lightly.

At this time, a relatively thin man walked out of the queue, saw an iron ball that reached to the knees, and rode on it with his arms covered, and exhaled, "Ha!"

His body was entwined with khaki energy, and he easily lifted the iron ball.

His face was full of excitement, this iron ball is not too big or small and smaller than a medium-sized one.

"Your energy is much higher than the iron ball. Even though you lifted the iron ball, it can be seen from this incident that you are conservative in doing things.

But what Jianxiu wants is an indomitable state of mind, and contestant No. 8673 is unqualified. "

"what?"

"I beg you, give me a chance to try again." The thin man cried.

"Sword repair, what you need is courage, and what you need is an accurate assessment of your own strength.

Weakness is not what is wanted. "

The old man looked at the thin man and said annoyedly, "Throw this man down for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, two disciples from Shu Mountain stepped forward to restrain the man, without any hesitation, they threw the thin man flying from the edge of the sword.

The remaining few people can be considered to have figured it out. If they want to pass, they may need a medium iron ball with a heavy weight to pass.

The old Taoist looked at Wang Mian and the others who hadn't moved just now, and his expression softened a little.

In fact, this is also a test. When fighting against the enemy, it is very important to be calm and precise.

Sure enough, someone tested it again. They all chose the iron ball at the waist and moved it.

In the end, Wang Mian was left alone.

"It's your turn." The old man frowned and said, "It's not okay to be too conservative."

Wang Mian walked in front of a huge iron ball that was as tall as a person and about 2 meters high.