Long Aotian is not happy today

When Hang Xiao put his hand on a pillar-shaped spirit stone, the aura in the small courtyard was emptied in an instant.

A huge void was formed between the sky and the earth, forcing the surrounding air to swarm in, and a huge cyclone hundreds of meters high was erected above the small courtyard.

And the light that bursts from the spirit stone is also grand and dazzling.

At the beginning, it was a bright golden glow like the sun, and gradually turned into a fiery red.

A magma-like hot current gushed out from within the spiritual formation, and a momentum that burned everything in the world burst out, almost scorching the long beards of the elders standing nearby.

The old man had no time to pay attention to his beard and hair. He held the spirit stone in his hand, widened his eyes in ecstasy, and shouted: "Extremely flaming bloodline, it is a heaven-level extremely inflammatory bloodline!"

The teacup in the hands of the Patriarch of the Meng family was not steady, and fell to the ground with a "click" and shattered.

But he didn't notice it, he just poked his head weirdly, like a rooster being strangled by someone, and stared dryly: "This, this..."

"Okay, okay!" Hang Tian clapped his palms and laughed loudly, "As expected of my son!"

Hearing his father's heroic laughter, Hang Xiao slightly hooked his lips and narrowed his eyes with a smile.

He knew that his blood and physique were top in the world, but others didn't know it.

Huawu City also has a spirit array for testing talent, but it is too rough and not suitable for a talent like Hang Xiao.

At this moment, the elder of the Galaxy Sect brought the most authoritative test formation in the Southern Continent, and his Xeon bloodline was finally revealed in front of the world, shining brilliantly.

For Hang Xiao, this result was a little less surprising.

But the reactions of the people around him still made him feel agitated, as if he was stepping on cotton, as if he was stepping on a cloud.

Next is the physical fitness test.

The old man spread a layer of translucent crystals on the ground, arranged in five rows, forming a formation.

Then he raised his head, smiled kindly at Hang Xiao, the folds on his forehead were almost twisted together, and said slowly: "Son, stand in the middle."

Hang Xiao nodded and stepped into the formation.

Before standing at the very center of the spiritual formation, the test formations spread out layer upon layer on the ground trembled violently.

Tens of thousands of small formations in it were running crazily, but they still couldn't analyze Hang Shi's physical qualifications. After a few breaths, several fine lines burst out on the surface, and wisps of blue smoke came out.

The elder of Xinghezong hurriedly took out a dark red spirit stone from his sleeve, and stuck it in a gap in the formation on the ground.

With the help of spirit stones, the operation of the test spirit circle accelerated again——

Dots of stars emerged from the spirit array, gathering like a sea of ​​stars.

A moment later, like a red sun rising, the morning light suddenly appeared, and thousands of golden arrows burst out.

Almost blinded the eyes of several people present.

The old man was so happy that even the roots of his hair were trembling, and red flames burst out of his body uncontrollably, reflecting the already dull skin into a color like red sandstone, and his white hair instantly turned crimson, rising upwards like a flame. Chung.

He maintained the spirit array, looked at Hang Shih in the center of the array almost obsessively, and murmured: "Pure Yang Holy Physique, it turned out to be Pure Yang Holy Physique... I found a treasure, I really found a treasure!"

Hang Xiao lowered his eyes and desperately suppressed the corners of his mouth that automatically rose, trying to make himself look less complacent.

He walked out of the formation slowly, and while saluting to everyone, he deliberately said in his mind: "Oh, it's over, I'm tired of standing."

025 said with a smile: "It's cheap to be a good boy."

After a pause, it said again: "This matter is not over yet, just wait and see."

Sure enough, the next second, the red-haired old man stood up with a red face, and said loudly: "Our Galaxy Sect wants this child, no need to test, just go in."

"The old man spent half his life studying the art of fire, and gained a little bit." Having said that, the old man quietly glanced at Hang Shih, and said with full expectation, "If you want, you can directly worship under my sect, and the old man is willing to accept you as a closed disciple , pass on the mantle to me."

Hang Hour smiled back politely.

He couldn't agree to the old man in front of him, because in the original text, the protagonist didn't agree.

The elders from the Xinghe Sect were indeed formidable, and even Hang Shi's father might not be a match for any of the two in front of him.

However, there are many elders in Xinghezong, and they are also divided into ranks. At this moment, the two in front of Hang Xiao are probably just ordinary people, who cannot be the masters of the protagonist.

If you insist on apprenticeship, you may harm the old man in front of you.

However, there is no need to take the entry test...

025 said: "This is for sure. You see, Meng Qinghe can be exempted from the test. As Long Aotian, if you want to show a crushing coolness, the author will of course ask someone to ask you to be exempted from the test."

Hang Xiao nodded thoughtfully.

But as soon as the system finished speaking, the taciturn veiled woman said, "This is inappropriate."

Her dress is cold, and her voice is also cold, like knocking on ice and jade, so ethereal that it seems that it is not the voice of the world, but an echo from the end of the sky.

The old man choked on the woman, turned his head and glared, "What's wrong?"

"The entrance test is not just a test of qualifications." The woman said concisely.

Everyone present understood in seconds.

indeed so.

The more famous the sect is, the more it will pay attention to the quality and nature of the selected people when selecting disciples.

For them, it would be better to miss out on ten geniuses with outstanding aptitude than to cultivate a devil who would bring disaster to the world.

Maintaining Long Aotian's perfect personality, Hang Xiao nodded knowingly, bowed to everyone in front of him, smiled modestly and said: "It should be like this."

But in his heart, he was still a little upset, and couldn't help complaining in his mind: "Teacher 025, didn't you just say that in order to reflect my all-round crushing of Brother Meng, the author needs to save me a few more tests?" Is it the process?"

"That's right, that's why the old man proposed it." The system said casually, "But the entrance test, such an important plot, some authors can rely on this to inject millions of words, how can they be omitted casually."

"...Is this the real reason for the female elder's rebuttal?"

"Otherwise, to test you alone, why do you need two elders?"

Hang Hour: "..."

Such a strange idea, such a meticulous logic.

It made him unable to refute.

"Why bother with this, it's a good thing for you."

025 added: "Plots like tests and big competitions have always been the climax of novels, with various forces appearing on the stage, and peerless talents emerging one after another. If everything develops according to the original text, you can meet many people who will become your loyal younger brothers in the future, including Qing Gentle and gentle little son, evil and mysterious handsome guy, coquettish little prodigal... Hey, wipe your drool!"

Reluctance to maintain his expression, Hang Xiao casually took a cup of tea, raised his head and drank it down, and took the opportunity of drinking tea to gently wipe the corner of his mouth.

The tea water is rippling, and the fine leaves are chasing the waves. The dark yellow water surface fluctuates, reflecting a pair of crescent-like eyes.

"It's really wonderful." Putting down the teacup, Hang Xiao was elated and said impatiently, "Can this test start right away?"

……

It is of course impossible to start immediately, because the subsequent tests will be carried out around the Galaxy Sect, which is the Tianji City in the center of the Southern Continent. It will take at least a few days for Hang Xiao to leave immediately.

In addition, he still needs to wait for the end of a round of testing.

At this moment, the first test is being held in various parts of the mainland.

Tens of thousands of school-age teenagers swarmed towards hundreds of assessment points and gathered in various cities to form a noisy torrent.

They are all talents selected from various martial arts gyms in towns, cities and counties. Only with a letter of recommendation from a powerhouse of level six or above can they be qualified to participate in a round of tests.

In this round of tests, only [-]% of the final passers.

One out of ten.

At the foot of Qiling Mountain, which is tens of kilometers away from Huawu City, there is a prosperous city that runs from east to west, named Luohan. The city itself is not large, but the water and land routes are very developed, and it is the only place to go to the center of the mainland.

Because of its convenient transportation, it was favored by Galaxy Sect and became a large-scale assessment point in the southeast region.

It was almost noon at this time, and the sun was shining. There was a wooden table outside the area of ​​the test site, and a wooden sign was erected beside the table, with the word "Xinghe" written on it.

The disciple in charge of registration was lying on the table, covering the back of his head in boredom.

Baked by the sun for a long time, the hair under his palms was slightly hot, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, sliding down his temples.

"...his grandma's."

The disciple squinted his eyes, glanced at the scorching sun in the sky, and couldn't help but swear.

He pointed to a banyan tree not far away, and complained: "It's too hot here, let's wait under that tree, how about?"

"I'm afraid not." A person next to him patted the wooden sign beside him, and said with nothing to love, "According to the rules, we can't leave this sign for half a step."

"But it's clear that there are no people here?" The disciple said angrily, "No one registered, and we are required to stay here, and we are not allowed to pinch spells to shade... Who made the bullshit rules?"

"Who else is there, Senior Sister Xu."

The words 'Senior Sister Xu', like a powerful silence spell in a small area, immediately spread a low air pressure in the surroundings. The disciples guarding the gate were silent for a long time, all of them showed helplessness and sighed long.

"Forget it, don't mess with that female devil."

The disciple who was the first to sigh wiped off his sweat, and said weakly: "This is the last day of registration, and Renren is over. Anyway, it is considered leisure, after all, who has to take part in the assessment, which one has to rush here several days in advance to line up, and there is no one. Will meet the deadline..."

Before the words fell, a shadow suddenly fell in front of the few people.

The disciple raised his head in doubt, but saw a young man in black clothes standing in front of him at some point. He was thin, tall, handsome and elegant, with silky black hair tied up with a ribbon. The wooden sign on the side of the person.

His eyes were narrow and long, and his eyelashes were thick. When he was concentrating on his concentration, a strange aura surged around his body. There were faint black lines running under the skin, and a corner of the pattern protruded from the side of his neck.

The disciple hesitated, "Candidate?"

The young man in black was awakened by his words, turned his head apologetically, and said with a smile, "Yes, I'm here to sign up."

When he said this, he seemed to be too hot, stretched out his slender hands, and gently pulled the neckline a little.

The disciple finally discovered the reason for the strange aura in front of him—his skin was extremely white, a pale color that had not seen the sun all year round, and his skin was crystal clear and almost transparent in the sun. When he rolled up his cuffs, two or three pale blue blood vessels appeared on his wrist , such as the Styx running through the darkness.

Strange, where did the Ghost Cultivator come from?

The disciple muttered in his heart, but he still spread his hands and said, "Give me a letter of recommendation, and tell me your name."

The Xinghe Sect has a strong heritage, and has always taught without distinction. It does not have the strong exclusivity of the Jian Sect and the Lian Yin Sect.

For people in the sect, ghost cultivation is just one of many paths of practice.

The disciple thought to himself, as long as this ghost cultivator does not have a bad nature, he has the right to participate in the Xinghezong test.

But when he held out his hand—

What was handed over to him was a branch.

The ends of the stems are split and forked, and two or three emerald leaves are hung on the branches, swaying gently in the breeze, and there are traces of bugs eating on the ends, apparently just casually snapped off from the tree.

"What is this?" The disciple frowned, "I want your name and letter of recommendation..."

"Shh."

A deep and magnetic sigh came, and the black-clothed youth raised his slender fingers and pressed them against his lips. When the disciple raised his head, it bumped into his gloomy pupils.

— as if stuck in an endless quagmire.

Thick fog billowed and darkness spread.

Under the hood of the gloomy night, the abyss swallowed all the light of the sky, leaving only the most primitive chaos, and in the depths of the mist, there was a strange scarlet.

The purest malice was condensed into an axe, which instantly overturned the disciple's sea of ​​consciousness. At that moment, he seemed to hear thousands of people mourning, ten thousand ghosts screaming, blood and dry bones piled up in front of his eyes, mountains collapsed and seas cracked, and the earth collapsed. shaking...

On the verge of collapse, a low-mellow voice descended from the sky, like a breeze accompanied by rain, dispelling the dense fog.

The voice said, "This is my letter of recommendation."

"Okay, okay, letter of recommendation..."

The disciple's eyes were empty, and he stuffed the dead branch into his arms in a daze. He took out a dark black token from behind, and picked up the golden pen on the table.

His whole body was trembling, but his hand holding the pen was extremely steady, and he squirmed his lips and asked, "Your name."

The tone was blunt, without any ups and downs.

At the same time, the other disciples all collapsed on the table, their eyes tightly closed, and they were unconscious.

Xuan Yiqing said in a youthful voice: "Ning Hong."

The pen shines with golden light, and it dances and swims above the thousand-year-old sunken wood, leaving behind two big characters painted with silver hooks on iron, floating like floating clouds, and astonishing as a dragon.

The admission order is successful.

The author has something to say: Ning Hong, disguised as a ghost cultivator, has appeared!

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