On the waiting table next to the high platform, a young man wearing a black background and yellow edge looked at the girl on the stage and made a sound of admiration.

"What a wonderful sword technique, like an antelope hanging its horns, light and natural. It seems that I have to show some skills this time." He knocked the folding fan on his palm, and his eyes showed a very interesting look.

"No. 149, it should be abandoned."

As the words fell, a man with strict eyebrows walked onto the stage. He was wearing dark blue clothes, capable and tight, with one hand on the hilt of the sword around his waist.

After the old man in the assessment ahead explained the rules, he nodded slightly and stood still.

When the waiting master was a little impatient to wait, he suddenly acted, his figure was like a black crow, and he rushed straight to the opposite side.

Scream—

A short and sharp friction sounded on the stage. When everyone turned their eyes, they found that he had pointed his sword at the neck of the master. Only then did everyone see clearly that the half-pulled long sword in the master's hand had been torn and broken.

After a brief pause, an excited cry suddenly erupted from the field.

Then the man in dark blue dress took back his long sword and walked slowly downstairs, leaving only a silent back for everyone.

In the seat next to the wooden platform, several representatives of the sects watching the battle also started talking to each other.

"This one seems to have heard of it before."

"Yes, he is Ying Sangyang's grandson, Ying Canxiao. If nothing unexpected happens, he is likely to join the Xuanyi Palace. After all, his grandfather was the head of the Xuanyi Palace."

"But will Xuanyi Palace really accept him? You should know that his grandfather was executed by the emperor because of cool magic. This incident also caused the status of Xuanyi Palace to plummet, and the disciples in the sect were excluded in the officialdom."

"Oh, this is indeed a problem. Not only Xuanyi Palace, but also several other factions, including us, are also unsure whether they should be included in the door."

"Forget it, just do it like that. I don't contact you actively, but I don't refuse. It depends on what he thinks."

"Yes, uncle."

Lorran Hill returned to her seat, and the girl who had been sitting next to her excitedly asked.

"So strong, so powerful! Is Jianlan's swordsmanship a family background? It's so superb at this age." Tang Nanlian looked at Luo Lan Hill with a curious look, and the excitement in her eyes could not be stopped.

"Well, that's right." The girl thought for a while, and nodded, otherwise it would be difficult to explain.

"Several elders in the family practiced before, and later passed it to me." She thought, and the other witches could indeed be said to be her elders.

"So that's it, but it's amazing, it can reach this point. My family has also built a garment store for generations, but I can't learn how my mother's hand embroidery skills are. I can't even embroider a duck, um." Tang Nanlian muttered, saying that she was occasionally stupid.

"This...it probably makes perfect." Lorran Hill didn't know how to comfort her.

"I guess that's the case. I'm not very interested in embroidery. I'm so bored sitting under the lamp every day. It's better to go out for a walk. By the way, I'm quite interested in swordsmanship, and I've learned a little."

I'm afraid it's more than a little bit, Lorran Hill thought to herself. She had seen it in the preliminary round. This girl's swordsmanship is still very powerful and has very good skills. She is not a random practice.

Just as the two were talking quietly, a noisy cries came from the audience. They looked up and saw a handsome young man standing on the high platform, wearing an angry red brocade dress with his hands on his back, and the opponent's master in front of him had already fallen to the ground.

"No. 178, Wu Xingkui, win."

"Thank you." He closed his sleeves, bent over and bowed, making the master on the opposite side have nowhere to get angry, and then jumped off the platform in a very casual manner and walked towards the waiting seat on the side.

Just under the attention of everyone, he walked to the seat of Loran Hill unhurriedly and bowed slightly.

"I'm Wu Xingkui, I want to meet Miss Jianlan. A small gift is not respectful." After saying that, he took out something from his sleeve, and the small box floated up, slowly flew towards the girl, and then fell down.

Looking at the flying box, Lorran Hill thought for a while, and did not push it back directly, but instead pointed it lightly to open it in the air.

After the box is opened, a small wooden sign is revealed, its shape is narrow and long, with cinnabar patterns on it.

"Is the Peach God Order?" Tang Nanlian next to him said uncertainly.

"This is a product of the Red Immortal Sect, the Peach God Order of Evil-Repelling. When worn on your body, you can enter the wild and remote mountain siege. Generally, monsters and poisonous insects below level 5 dare not approach it, which is very convenient."

"But from the production, the Peach God Order will gradually fade and will completely lose its effect after three years."

"What's the general value?" the girl asked curiously.

"I think about it, there are about 16-20 golden dishes, but now the overall strength of practitioners is not as good as before, so they may be more valuable."

It’s not particularly precious. After all, it’s something that can be bought. It’s not precious. It’s actually very practical and the price is there.

Lolan Hill thought to himself that this Wu Xingkui was very good at handling it. It not only demonstrated his sincerity, but it would not be too expensive, making people feel as if they were powerful.

In fact, for her, she can accept or refuse, but she can afford such a gift at any time in the future.

"Thank you, Mr. Wu." Compared to the gift, she was more interested in the sequences practiced by Wu Xingkui, which were relatively rare in both continents. I don't know how the various secret techniques of the Mercury Dynasty were passed here.

After a brief thank you, Lolan Hill stopped speaking and continued to sit in place without even getting up.

Wu Xingkui didn't find it strange when he saw this. If Miss Jialan and an ordinary girl had changed their emotions sharply, he would have looked down on her.

After that, several other people took the stage one after another, using their various skills and expertise to show them to their fullest. The experienced masters on the stage also commented and guided them.

Although they have been quite young for many years and their strength has declined significantly, their horizons are still there and they can see a lot of things.

Finally, just when everyone thought it would end up dull, a bald man walked onto the stage.

"No. 199, Huanggu."

His hands were empty and his steps were heavy, like a giant beast, stepping onto the platform step by step. His figure was nearly three meters tall, looking down at the master below like a mountain.

The master also slightly added his lips, moistened his throat, and pulled out the long knife in his hand.

"Let's start." A faint white air floated on the elderly body, and the blood vessels gradually filled up, and the skin was bulging like a python and earthworm.

"Then you offend me." Huang Gu clasped his fists.

drink--

A roar sounded like a thunder, and he saw his rough arms stretching out toward the master below like iron pliers.

A long sword slashed out and slashed the copper-lit arm. Although there was no blade, it was extremely sharp with the blessing of the sword light.

Ding————It sounded like a chopping on an iron pillar, and the long knife was bounced away directly, and the big hand directly held the master's head and lifted it up.

His five fingers pressed into his head tightly, and even a little sunken. The master below also looked bloody and struggled, but he used all kinds of moves as if he was hitting the body of copper and iron without any response.

"No. 199, Huang Gu, win." As the referee's read out, the tall man let go and let the master fall down.

"Cough cough..." The rapid cough was accompanied by some blood foam, which sprayed on the ground of the platform, making people quite shocked to see it.

"This is a strong man..." The audience in the audience was extremely quiet at this moment, and many people were even a little afraid of this man.

However, there was still no change in Huang Gu's expression on his face. After simply holding his fists, he also walked down the steps.

In this way, as the last member's competition was completed, the second round of assessment was also over. Taking advantage of the brief rest, the factions on the four towers also started to talk to each other.

"Ask the other three sects, what is the origin of this Huang Gu? I haven't heard of it before, but it looks like a figure, maybe it's also a descendant of Thunder God. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so tall." The consul of the Chixian Sect was a man in his thirties. He was playing with a wooden flute in his hand and wearing a green cloth-showed clothes. Behind him was also a good player of the Chixian Sect with Digital Sequence 4.

On the high tower of Yonglei Mansion.

"This person is very fierce. If you want to recruit subordinates, you will have to be educated." An old man with white beard was talking to the people around him about the Huang Gu just now.

"The Lord of the Mansion decided that I don't know much about the ways of practicing you, so I won't show off my skills." The person next to me was wearing an official uniform, and it seemed that he was Lei Xiaze's city lord.

"It's the origin of that Miss Jialan is quite mysterious. I just sent someone to inquire about it. Min Zezhou had never heard of her existence before. The Wuyu Village she reported was a village of the Yeyu tribe. There were only a few dozen households, and it was impossible that there was no news before."

“In other words, have you only been here recently?”

"It should be, maybe it's a master who goes down the mountain to try his skills."

"That's what it is. Let the people below take a little attention and don't offend them. Maybe some disciple came out to travel around the world."

"Here."

After saying that, a guard in a dark blue uniform walked down the tower and began to explain some things.

In the high tower to which Xuanyi Palace belongs.

"Ying Canxiao didn't say hello to us uncles and uncles before coming. It's really...ah." The slightly shorter old man shook his head and sighed.

"I guess I'm having some trouble. After that, in order to avoid suspicion, the rest of the group made some cuts. Over the years, we have not contacted the descendants of Yingzhang to avoid being noticed by Yuanlongsi."

"It is because of the situation. Our Xuanyi Palace will never be able to bear the second breach of trust. If there are no disciples in Luojing, then the last door sign of our Xuanyi Palace in the seven continents of Kerry Thunder will be removed and then sinking."

"Oh... I won't say it anymore. No matter whether he comes to Xuanyi Palace or not, he will help him secretly, which can be regarded as the kindness that should be the head of the throne back then." The few people's words gradually stopped.

In the high tower of Yinmiao Village.

"That boy from the Wu family is good. He is worthy of being the nephew of Brother Long Xi. Do you think he will come to our Yinmiao Village this time?" On the tower, a man knocked his legs and looked at the scene below. A knife in his hand spiraled between his fingers, like a silver butterfly.

Several people from behind looked at each other and replied, "It probably was a bit difficult. When the boy came to the village to play when he was a child, he shouted that he would be a romantic and happy hero, but not a good man who could thrust and get a knife."

"For this matter, Brother Long has taught him a lesson, but after all, he is my sister's child and it is difficult to take serious measures, so he can only go."

"Hahaha, it seems that it is another Hunjiang Dragon." The laughter was loud and the lingering sound was lingering.

As the assessment ends, a new round of registration begins, and there are more information to fill in, including factions that individuals want to join.

"Which faction is Sister Jialan going to?" Tang Nanlian asked the girl beside her curiously.

"I'll take a look first." The girl did not answer immediately.

"Have you not thought about it yet? I have decided to go to Qingluyuan."

"But isn't Qingluyuan in Muqingzhou in the south?" The girl blinked and walked about hundreds of miles to get there.

"Yes, but you can use the recommendation book to visit the mountain gate." The girl explained.

Although the treatment will not be as generous and important as the local area, those who have passed the election can still obtain letters of recommendation and go to the designated sect to visit the mountain gate. As for whether the other party recognizes it or not, that is one thing.
To be continued...