Great Sword Master

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Wherever the long sword goes, it cuts through the waves, and uses all its strength to slash hard at the drum head.

"Brother Yun, you can definitely do it!" Yang Xuening clenched his fists, extremely excited.

With five drum beats, she can be classified as a quasi-sect disciple, and her status is undoubtedly better than that of the core disciples and even the true disciples. Although she is a disciple of the outer sect, as Ye Yunqi's woman, she will also receive corresponding benefits.

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By then, not only will there be face, but there will also be no shortage of cultivation resources.

The long knife struck the drum head, but no sound was heard.

Ye Yunqi was stunned.

"Your fifth blow has passed one breath." The burly old man said immediately: "Four times of drumming, I will be listed as a true disciple. If I continue to work hard and practice hard, I will further develop the potential of the Tidal Bloodline, and I may not be able to be listed as a quasi-sect disciple in the future."

Ye Yunqi's expression changed, full of unwillingness.

Almost!

In just a short time, he was able to beat the drum five times and was directly ranked as the quasi-eldest son.

Yang Xuening also looked unwilling.

But no matter what, the facts are established, and Ye Yunqi cannot do it again.

The assessment continued, and Ye Yunqi was the only genius among hundreds of Taoist temples to beat the drum four times, attracting everyone's attention.

One after another, Li Xinyue came on stage.

He stepped forward, approaching quickly, leaping up, and the sword unsheathed in an instant, turning into sword shadows and shooting through the air.

With a loud bang, Li Xinyue was also shaken to the ground by the force of the drum surface, but it rose up again, and the sword shadow pierced the air for the second time.

This time, it was a series of nine sword shadows.

Boom!

The drum sounds twice, the disciples of the inner sect.

Chen Feng couldn't help but smile, feeling happy for Li Xinyue.

Li Xinyue herself is not a naturally miraculous person. Being able to play the drum twice is indeed very good.

Finally, it was Chen Feng's turn.

Eyes immediately fell on Chen Feng.

Many people recognized Chen Feng as the person who had a sword confrontation with Ye Yunqi that day. Ye Yunqi was now the real successor, so what about Chen Feng?

"Chen Feng, you will definitely be able to rank higher in the disciple sequence." Li Xinyue secretly said.

Staring at the huge Huntian Drum, Chen Feng took long and delicate breaths, his body was full of pure and powerful energy, and his pace became faster and faster.

Phantoms appeared one after another, nine phantoms in a row.

Chen Feng appeared directly in front of the Huntian Drum, unsheathed his sword, and struck out with a shadow of the sword, hitting the drum head directly.

Boom!

An astonishing roar came, piercing the eardrums and impacting the mind. At the same time, an extremely tyrannical counter-shock force bombarded Chen Feng, who was shaking with strength, as if he was about to be defeated.

But after practicing again and again, the strength becomes more pure and concentrated, and it can withstand the impact of the counter-shock force of the Huntian Drum.

Using his strength to spin around, Chen Feng struck out with his second sword.

Boom!

After beating the drum for two times, Yang Xuening's face suddenly turned extremely ugly.

She despised Chen Feng as a waste and could no longer provide her with suitable resources, so she kicked him away and climbed up Ye Yunqi's high branch, just to become a disciple of the Huntian Sect.

But her own talent is indeed ordinary, her foundation is ordinary, she can only beat the drum once, and she is ranked among the disciples of the outer sect.

Chen Feng, whom she now regarded as a waste, actually beat the drum twice, which was hard to accept.

"The counter-shock force is at least 30% stronger."

Chen Feng's complexion changed slightly, and his whole body trembled violently under the stronger counter-shock force. Half of it was scattered. He quickly flew back three meters and fell to the ground. His strength regrouped and exploded again.

Nine sword shadows pierced the air and struck across the sky.

Boom!

"Okay!" Li Xinyue clenched her fist excitedly.

Yang Xuening's face was ashen, and Ye Yunqi's eyes were filled with surprise.

Chen Feng was unexpected once again.

The third counter-shock force rushed in, and Chen Feng's expression changed drastically.

"The counter-shock force is at least 50% stronger!"

Without any hesitation, Chen Feng immediately exploded, and the ten sword shadows instantly condensed into a brilliant sword light. It struck out violently and immediately penetrated the extremely tyrannical counterattack force and hit the drum head directly.

Boom!

The fourth drum sounded loudly, and tens of thousands of Taoist disciples were stunned.

Yang Xuening felt like mourning an heir.

Ye Yunqi's expression changed drastically, and he was extremely confused.

Jin Hongdang's mung bean eyes widened as wide as possible.

"The counter-shock force has doubled again!"

Chen Feng's expression changed drastically. Under the impact of that terrifying counter-shock force, which was like a torrent that burst a dam, only 20% of his strength collapsed and it was difficult to reunite immediately.

"Four times of drumming, you can be classified as a true disciple." The burly old man's tiger eyes flashed, as if he wanted to see through Chen Feng: "He is not born with any magic, but his swordsmanship is superb, so he probably has a good understanding."

"Chen Feng, congratulations." Li Xinyue said to Chen Feng with great joy. She looked even more excited than herself for being an inner sect disciple.

"Sister Yue, congratulations." Chen Feng responded with a smile.

Yang Xuening almost broke his silver teeth.

Hate it!

The better Chen Feng was, the more troubled she was.

"You really exceeded my expectations." Ye Yunqi stared at Chen Feng a few meters away, and his tone was a little more solemn: "But, do you think that you can sit back and relax by becoming a true disciple? You are too naive. I will let you understand that we are both true disciples. , there are also high and low levels.”

"I said that the shame I suffered today will be repaid twice as much in the future. Let's wait and see." Chen Feng's eyes were extremely sharp and he responded unhurriedly.

Ye Yunqi responded with a disdainful sneer.

It lasted for a long time, and tens of thousands of disciples from hundreds of Taoist academies finally completed the assessment.

Jin Hongdang was indeed a man born with supernatural powers. He struck the drum three times and was ranked among the core disciples.

"The total number of people who participated in the assessment is 48,000, and 43,000 of them failed to beat the drums and make a sound. You can choose to enter Huntian City, or you can choose to join the Huntian Sect as a handyman for three years. After three years, you can choose to leave. Or a second assessment." The burly old man glanced across and said in a solemn voice.

Chen Feng and others were shocked.

Of the 48,000 people, only 5,000 passed the examination. This ratio is too low.

But remembering what the elder Dou Tang said earlier, ten to one or even twenty to one, it seems that some Taoist schools should have a higher ratio of passing the assessment. Otherwise, if it is twenty to one, then there will be even fewer people passing the assessment.

"Four thousand people beat the drums and are listed as disciples of the outer sect. Where is the deacon of the outer sect? Lead them into the outer sect."

"Yes." Immediately, a man in gray robe flew over to lead the way.

"Nine hundred and thirty people beat the drum twice and were classified as disciples of the inner sect. The deacons of the inner sect took them to the inner sect."

"Yes." The man in black robe flew over quickly.

"Sixty-eight people beat the drum three times and are ranked as core disciples. Two people beat the drum four times and are ranked as true disciples." The burly old man showed a smile.

The disciples of the outer sect are just filling in the number of people, and very few can truly rise.

It is more likely that the disciples of the inner sect can rise, but it is only relatively high.

Only core disciples and even true disciples, as long as they do not die young, have a great chance of becoming the main force or even the pillar of the sect.

"The Seventy-Two Peaks of the Three Palaces and Nine Palaces should already know the results of the assessment and can all be selected."

As the burly old man's words fell, in an instant, from all directions, rays of divine light soared upwards, reflecting the long sky and filling the void. The glorious and vast aura spread across the world, and only one figure after another was seen approaching, with a world-shattering pressure. Permeated in all directions.

A total of seventy-one figures appeared around.

"Aren't there people from the Three Palaces and Nine Palaces? Only Seventy-One comes from Seventy-two Peaks." The burly old man glanced at him: "In that case, please select your favorite disciple from Seventy-One Peaks. The chosen one has the right to refuse. Since the number of disciples is less than seventy-two, each peak can only choose one at most."

Although they are not very clear about the meaning of this, a group of core disciples and true disciples vaguely understand that this will be a rare opportunity for them.

"True disciple Ye Yunqi, you have the bloodline of Tide, so you should join our Hanhai Peak. Our Hanhai Peak is one of the twelve highest peaks. Come to our Hanhai Peak, I will give you 10,000 contribution points, and a transcendent realm elder will accept you as a disciple. Your bloodline will have the opportunity to further transform and be promoted to a saint-level bloodline." A figure with divine light all over his body said loudly, and his voice also fluctuated like the tide, containing unpredictable divine power.

"Haha, isn't my Tianlan Peak the top twelve peaks? Can't it transform the tide bloodline and advance?" The second figure sneered: "And what can we do with ten thousand contribution points? If you come to my Tianlan Peak, you will have the same benefits." The transcendent realm elder accepts you as his disciple, and our Tianlan Peak can provide half of the resources needed for your bloodline transformation and advancement."

One after another, figures spoke out on behalf of each peak, vying for Ye Yunqi, offering their own conditions, which made all the core disciples envious.

"Ye Yunqi, I am your great-uncle, representing the Tiancang Peak of the Twelve Peaks." Another figure said.

Chen Feng discovered that there were twelve peaks competing for Ye Yunqi, and the other peaks seemed to be silent.

"Twelve peaks?" Chen Feng thought about it: "Are the other sixty peaks inferior?"

"I choose Tiancang Peak." Ye Yunqi's eyes swept over and finally landed on the figure who claimed to be his great uncle.

"I wonder which peak I should enter?" Chen Feng suddenly felt a little more nervous and expectant.