dragon evil

Chapter 155
After passing through this practice field, the person in charge took a tour of a small part of the foreign cabinet and saw a few places that were not classified.

Even if the places visited along the way were inconspicuous, none of the examiners dared to make rash remarks, fearing that a wrong statement would reveal their short-sightedness.

After a tour, the person in charge arranged 500 people in a hall, each with a tuanfu, and only rested for half an hour, after which the first round of assessment would begin.

Liu Weixi was surrounded by a group of people, and the stars were holding the moon.

Zhang Tian was naturally ignored, and everyone wanted to stay away from him, so he himself was happy to be at ease, sitting in the farthest corner of the hall.

But I didn't expect that someone came over on my own initiative. A beautiful female swordsman, she looked only 16 years old, her appearance was as beautiful as a spring breeze, and she had a warm feeling. She held a sword that was much thinner than ordinary swords. He looked Zhang Tian up and down for a long time.

"You are Zhang Tian?" She spoke first.

Zhang Tian was startled, does anyone know him here?
Unexpectedly, before he could speak, a few people came over and surrounded the two of them.

"Miss Moshang, this man is a beggar, don't talk to him!"

"Exactly, what is the identity of Miss Moshang? She comes from the strongest swordsmanship family in the Western Regions, and she is a talented person of this generation. At a young age, she has already achieved the perfect fusion of human and sword."

"Smelly beggar, I advise you to stop hanging around here, so as not to hinder the eyes of the girl on Moshang!"

The female sword cultivator gave those people a meaningful look, then smiled and said to Zhang Tian: "My name is Mo Shangyuan, I have long admired you."

The few people around were stunned, and then looked at Zhang Tian, ​​wanting to kill him even more.

How could a scum like a stinky beggar provoke Mo Shangyuan to approach him?

Could it be that this kid has used some kind of enchantment!
He Dehe Neng, let Mo Shangyuan say "long admiration"? !

Zhang Tian blurted out: "Really, how long have you been up?"

click!
Hearing this, all the people around turned their heads and looked over, their expressions were as if they had seen a ghost.

Mo Shangyuan herself was shocked, and stood there dumbfounded, unable to answer a word.

Zhang Tian had already turned his head at this time, closed his eyes, and began to wait for the assessment to start.

Mo Shangyuan didn't even know how she left, all she knew was that she was dumbfounded for a few seconds. Couldn't a normal person be able to guess a thing or two just by hearing her name and seeing her appearance?
Mo Shangqing, Mo Shangyuan, these are obviously sisters!
How strange is Zhang Tian's brain circuit? He didn't see it at all, and he didn't even have the intention of talking for a while, and sent him back with a divine reply?

Mo Shangyuan was already in a daze, she just felt that her sister had specifically explained to her that this person who was favored by the young pavilion master was very difficult to get along with!

The rest of the people hated Zhang Tian even more after this little episode, and even hated him extremely.

There are few female cultivators, not to mention the number of female sword cultivators among them, they are rare and precious at the protection level!

People like Mo Shangyuan, who are talented and come from a first-class family background, and who are also amazingly beautiful, make people flock to them even more.

But Zhang Tian didn't pay any attention to it, and even blocked someone for a while, and everyone wanted to tear Zhang Tian up on the spot!
Liu Weixi frowned slightly, he hates this kind of alien!
Zhang Tian blocked all kinds of gazes and discussions around him, closed his eyes and waited quietly for half an hour, until the voice of the person in charge of the assessment sounded again.

"It's time for breath adjustment, and the assessment is about to start, the tuanpu in place."

As soon as these words came out, the assessors were all amazed. They all looked at the tuanpu under their bodies, wondering how a tuanpu could be assessed.

The voice of the person in charge of the assessment sounded again: "The first round is the assessment of swordsmanship talent. From now on, sit cross-legged on the tuanpu under each person, enter their respective cultivation states, and release the self-sense of swordsmanship that has been comprehended so far."

A few words are half-understood.

Someone asked on the spot: "Cultivation taboos are noisy and messy, how can so many people enter the state? Not to mention the state of swordsmanship, shouldn't it be manifested in an open and empty environment?"

The person in charge looked at him with a sneer: "Then please go out, Huanjian Pavilion does not accept giant babies!"

The person who asked the question was very angry, and suddenly got up: "I am from a family of swordsmen in the Southern Region. The Magic Sword Pavilion does not say that it provides a cup of tea and a rest place for people who come from afar. They drive people away before the assessment begins. You are indeed Shen Tianyu's strongest swordsmanship sect, but it's a bit bullying, right?"

The person in charge smiled even colder: "There are so many demands, this is not cultivation, I am afraid it is a group of sick and incompetent children from rich families!"

This was not polite, and he didn't even give this person time to react, and continued to sternly: "Have you never studied history? The origin of monks was forced by fierce beasts on the earth. In order to survive, to be strong, For the continuation!"

"The prosperity of human civilization is the accumulation of generations of ancestors, but you enjoy it extravagantly, completely forgetting that being a monk is for fighting!"

"On the battlefield, who will give you the time and conditions to slowly enter the state?"

After all, the person in charge waved his sleeve immediately, and a hurricane rose up, sweeping that person out!
Immediately, several sword cultivators ran out and drove the man down the mountain without giving him any chance.

Immediately, no one in the hall dared to have any objections, and everyone sat on the tuanfu obediently, waiting for the assessment to start.

The person in charge cleared his throat, and said with a cold face: "Time is limited, and there is only one incense stick of time. Show your strongest sword power to the fullest. Don't try to hide something. The assessment is based on points."

After the words fell, an order: "Start!"

The incense was lit, everyone closed their eyes, and the tuanpu instantly emitted a beam of light like a barrier, separating everyone and even blocking the sound.

At this time, everyone discovered that there is actually an independent space, but it is very small, and it is limited to this side.

It's just that the person in charge doesn't want to mention this detail at all, just like Huan Jiange's admissions standards are very strict, not only for talent, but also for personality and mentality.

The examiners sitting on the tuanfu, one by one, tried their best to release their strongest sword intent.

Several persons in charge observed and recorded from different directions.

"That's right, several people's swords are united into one!"

"This year is really strong. No less than ten people will enter the state of human-sword fusion within a few seconds!"

"Look here!" Someone was shocked, pointing to the person in the front: "Someone actually entered the Sword Intent!"

"Liu Weixi, the young master of the Liu family, really deserves his reputation!"

"In the assessments of previous years, no one has ever been directly enlightened with sword intent!"

"It's amazing, this kind of talent can enter the cabinet within a year!"

Several persons in charge were extremely amazed, but before they had been amazed for long, another person in charge shouted excitedly:

"My God! Look at the corner, there is another sword with bright sword intent!"

Immediately, everyone looked at the corner of the hall, and saw a young man in rags like a beggar sitting in the most inconspicuous place. His whole body was full of sword lights, dazzlingly illuminating the corner like a beggar. main hall.

Sword intent, transparent!

(End of this chapter)