Wanjie supporting role system

Chapter 367 Fate
Laughter exploded in the canyon, and in a blink of an eye, a group of figures in sword robes flew over with their swords.

"Oh my God, what is that?!"

Someone stared at the leader, the eyeballs were about to protrude!
"Brother Zheng Rui, that is! That is!." Su Qiongfeng, Fu Zhou and others all opened their mouths wide in horror.

"Master?"

Zheng Rui stared at the people following the old man. They were Qin Baizhan, Luo Changkong and others. Both of them looked ugly. They stopped in front of the sword platform and came behind Jiangu.

The old man in the lead stayed directly in the center of the sword platform. Only then did Zheng Rui realize that there was a young man behind the old man.

The young man is dressed in a sword robe, with a tall and straight figure, handsome eyebrows and bright eyes, and a heroic posture.

Suddenly, the young man turned his eyes, looked around among the contestants, and his eyes stopped on Zheng Rui.

Zheng Rui's complexion changed slightly, and his expression became solemn at this moment, and his eyes were also fixed.

Just like that, two extraordinary, unrestrained gazes crossed the canyon space and collided fiercely.

"Brother Zheng Rui, what's wrong with you?" Su Qiongfeng realized that something was wrong with Zheng Rui and couldn't help asking.

"It's okay." Zheng Rui shook his head, restrained his mind a little, put away his sword eyes, and asked lightly: "Who are these two people?"

Fu Zhou was startled and said: "Oh my god, brother Zheng Rui doesn't know who's coming?"

"Of course." Zheng Rui's tone became indifferent.

It wasn't that he was indifferent to Fu Zhou and the others, but that the young man he had just glanced at gave him a very uncomfortable feeling.

This displeasure seemed to come naturally.

Perhaps this is the so-called fate.

There must be a battle between myself and this young man!
Zheng Rui already had a certain idea of ​​his identity, but he was still not sure.

Deng Yuanwei said: "The elder at the head is the current Great Elder of the Qiankun Sword Sect, Elder Mo Yun!"

"Mo Yun."

Zheng Rui's pupils shrank. Is this the person that the master said he had hurt himself and made a hundred-year promise?
He looked through the eyes of the chakra, only to find that Mo Yun's strength was also unfathomable and difficult to speculate.

But it is certain, at least above the peak of the world realm.

Such a strong person, looking at the entire Martial Dao Holy Land, is also a figure at the top of the Warrior Pyramid.

Fu Zhou interrupted and said: "Brother Zheng Rui. You have to be careful about the young man behind Mo Yun. He is Zhou Mufan who is now known as the first disciple of Qiankun Sword Sect and one of the Four Great Masters of the Holy Land of Martial Arts! Zhou Mufan has heard about it for a long time. Before, I broke through to the high-level martial arts realm. I don’t know what state it is now. This person’s combat power is far beyond ordinary people. There used to be a Nuo Chen who could compare with him, but Nuo Chen suddenly left the sect for some reason. As far as the current Jianzong is concerned, no one dares to provoke Zhou Mufan."

"Zhou Mu Fan."

Zheng Rui murmured this name, he would not tell everyone that this person is exactly the 'Hundred Years' Agreement', his opponent, just a glance, made Zheng Rui more sure that this person will become one of his enemies on the way forward , plus the hundred-year agreement is too important in my heart.

The name Zhou Mufan has been integrated into his Dao heart.

The two of them must have a battle.

Zhong Ning said: "I didn't expect Great Elder Mo Yun to come here."

Mo Yun said indifferently: "Now the suzerain is retreating, and there are many things in the sect. As the elder, I have to do it myself. What's more, the selection of new disciples is related to the future of the sect. I naturally want to come and see."

"What the Great Elder said is true." Zhong Ning hurriedly cupped his fists.

In the distance, Qin Baizhan, Luo Changkong and the others looked even uglier.

"Alright, let's start the third assessment." Mo Yun said calmly.

"As ordered."

Zhong Ning was extremely cautious and respectful in front of Mo Yun, looked towards the side of the canyon, and said in a voice: "Everyone, please look in this direction."

Countless gazes looked in the direction Zhong Ning pointed.

Zheng Rui also looked at the end of his eyes, and at the end of his eyes was an ancient and magnificent tower.

I don't know how long this tower has existed, but it stands quietly in the canyon of swords, and a barbaric, majestic, indescribable sword's edge pervades from it.

"Such a strong sword spirit"

With the influx of eyes, Zheng Rui's spirit sank into the inside of the sword tower. Inside the sword tower, it seemed to be an endless abyss. Below the abyss was full of horror and terrifying sword intents. These sword intents seemed to be aware of Zheng Rui's sword intent. Rui existed, and suddenly, a dazzling golden sword energy flashed in Zheng Rui's mind!

"Fourth-class talent?" Zheng Rui murmured, and couldn't help but said in astonishment: "Jianzong also grades the talents of his disciples?"

"Of course, the disciples of the Sword Sect are also divided into four levels of talent. The average disciples generally have fourth-level talent, and the third-level talent is the real best disciple of the Sword Sect, with a bright future.

As for the second-class disciples, it is even more serious. Every second-class talented disciple will definitely be taken care of and cultivated by the sect, and they are also the targets of the four major sword pavilions. "

Fu Zhou spoke at this moment.

Lu Feng smiled and said: "That's right, there are only a few dozens of disciples with second-class talent in the entire Jianzong. They are the future core of the sect. The key training objects, that is, the monthly resource allocation, are more than three. It is ten times as high! It’s not that the resources of other sects are tilted, and the selection of the sects, etc. There are three geniuses of the four sword sects of the four sword pavilions, all of whom are second-class disciples."

Regarding these, Zheng Rui secretly nodded. Except for the evil evil sects like the 'Ten Thousand Souls Sect', which have a small number of people among the four major sects in the Holy Land of Martial Arts, the other three major sects are each extremely powerful and have a large number of people. It can be said that All over the entire martial arts holy land.

With such a large number of personnel, it is impossible to rationally allocate resources. Only by relying on a strict hierarchy system to divide disciples and turn talent into individual grades, geniuses will never worry about too few resources to become strong.

However, for disciples with poor talents, if they want to go further, they need to go through more hardships.

The strong are always strong, and the weak are always weak. This truth has not been felt by Zheng Rui in the Eastern Region, but in the Martial Dao Holy Land, he has already noticed a little bit.

Zheng Rui asked curiously, "What about the first-class disciples?"

"Wait?"

The three of Deng Yuanwei looked at each other and smiled wryly. Fu Zhou sighed, "If you want to become a first-class disciple, you need to step into the top of the sword tower, so that you can become a first-class disciple."

Zheng Rui said: "Is it difficult?"

Lu Feng's eyes became strange and he said: "Of course it's difficult. I heard that in the thousands of years of the Sword Sect, less than ten people have climbed to the first level and become first-class disciples. In the past hundred years, only Nuo Chen, one of the four great geniuses, has , set foot on the top floor and become a first-class disciple!"

"What, there is only one person in a hundred years? Nuochen!" Zheng Rui shone brightly, his eyes flickering. In a hundred years, only that Jian Nuochen had become a first-class disciple. His son Zhou Mufan, is he only second class?

"Nuochen, it's interesting."

Zheng Rui became more interested in this senior brother named Nuo Chen.

(End of this chapter)