Blustering Immortalization Spell

Although Pu Dong usually liked to play around, his talent was excellent and he didn't neglect his training. He originally thought that he would be one of the most powerful candidates to become the Crimson Nimbus Martial School's number one.

"If you work hard in your cultivation, you'll definitely be stronger than him." Ling Yan said with a smile.

"Of course, look at who this young master Dong is. Big brother, I like hearing your words, haha." Pu Dong beamed with joy as he patted Ling Yan's shoulder and said in a righteous tone, "Isn't it just an additional small realm higher than this young master? When the time comes, this young master will properly experience it! If we're talking about picking up girls, that guy will definitely beat me up! "

Just when Pu Dong was about to brag about his glorious past, a cold voice came from the Crimson Nimbus Martial School.

"The hour has arrived. The first test of perseverance is officially starting!"

His voice was grand and indifferent, moving closer and closer. Everyone present could clearly hear him, as if he was speaking into their ears.

Immediately after, a dazzling white light appeared around the crowd. The white light became more and more resplendent, enveloping all of the young martial artists within in an instant.

All of the young martial artists' eyes were glazed, as if they had lost their souls.

This was the school protecting array of the Crimson Nimbus Martial School — Great Illusion Killing Array. It was constructed by an outstanding formation master sent by the Crimson Nimbus Hall, who ruled over a radius of three hundred thousand miles. It could be used both as an illusory array and a killing array, but of course, no killing array was used to test freshmen.

The Crimson Nimbus Hall was an extremely powerful martial arts sect. It transcended the mortal world and didn't participate in any struggle in the secular world, but it controlled all of the resources within a three hundred thousand mile radius. The countries within its territory were only there to gather resources and gather talent for it.

The reason why so many countries did not resist was because the Crimson Nimbus Hall was simply too powerful. As long as a Xiantian master came out of the sect, they could kill whoever they wanted.

Was there not a single country with an Innate Ranker in them?

Yes, but if you dare to resist, the Crimson Nimbus Hall will send out even more powerful experts to flatten this country.

Moreover, in order to cultivate to the Xiantian realm, one needed the assistance of a top-tier cultivation technique. As for the top-tier cultivation technique, only the Crimson Nimbus Hall had it, so normally those martial artists that cultivated to the Xiantian realm would come out from the Crimson Nimbus Hall.

All of the students of the Crimson Nimbus Martial School who were participating in the assessment were enveloped in illusions.

In a corner of the Crimson Nimbus Martial Arts School, in a tea house, eight old men were sitting.

"I heard that among this batch of people that came to register, there was a mid-grade fifth-grade talent. That kid feels pretty good." One of them, an old man in his fifties with a white beard on his chin, said indifferently. The corners of his eyebrows slanted in the air, as if he were two sharp swords.

"Hmph, old sword man, don't even think about it. That young man uses a blade, he should be in our blade department." The other old man snorted. His brows were filled with a domineering aura as he glared at the white moustached old man.

"Hehe, that might not be necessarily true. Sword and saber are mutually linked. Who knows, maybe he might be willing to come to our Sword Arts to study." The white moustached old man chuckled as he stroked the white beard under his chin.

"Bullshit, you shameless bastard. You're still not satisfied with that little girl with the sixth-grade talent, Ouyang Yao Juan. You want to fight with me over this? Do you want to fight with me first?"

The white moustached old man raised his white eyebrows and disdainfully said, "You were defeated by me. Do you think this old man is afraid of you?"

"F * ck your mother!" The domineering old man was so angry that even the hairs on his nose started to rise. He immediately stood up, and an extremely powerful aura burst out from his body. The tea house couldn't help but tremble, and the surrounding plants all bent down as if they were pressed down by something!

"Alright, let's sit down and talk."

At this time, an old man wearing a bamboo hat spoke with an expressionless face.

However, when the domineering old man heard this, his expression changed, and he snorted coldly. He instantly retracted his aura and sat back down. His expression was one of dread, and it seemed as if he was somewhat afraid of this old man.

The Arts Department had always been their Crimson Nimbus Martial School's strongest of the eight subjects, the bamboo hat old man and the Arts Department elder. They were the strongest amongst them.

This was because they would occasionally exchange pointers with each other, and had never fought with them until now, apart from the martial arts elders. However, when everyone saw that his cultivation was only at the early Houtian realm, they believed that he didn't want to humiliate himself, so they didn't want to exchange pointers with him.

The eight of them were all Houtian masters, and each one of them was skilled in different fields. The number of their disciples varied, and according to the strength of their disciples, the order of the eight divisions was as follows.

Artistic, Sword, Knife, Axe, Rod, Gun, Hammer, Body.

In terms of true strength, the old blade artist was slightly stronger than the old sword artist. However, Ouyang Yaojuan, who was a Grade Six Martial Arts Talent under the old sword master, had instantly defeated the other blade master's disciples. She was ranked below the sword master in terms of actual strength, which was why the old sword master had said that he was a defeated opponent.

"Does Old He have any feelings for this youth?" The sabre elder spoke as calmly as he could to the bamboo hat old man. After he finished speaking, his ears quietly perked up and he felt slightly nervous.

He didn't have much he could do if they tried to steal him away from him. As for the others, he wasn't afraid of them at all.

"It's up to fate." After the bamboo hat old man said this sentence, he closed his eyes and started to meditate.

Among the eight of them, there was a red-haired old man that sat alone in a corner. As he listened to their incessant discussions, his heart remained calm and tranquil.

As for a kid with fifth-grade talent, that was good, but it was not his main dish.

That brat should have also come …

The red-haired old man's gaze was like a torch as it swept across the crowd. Following which, a sharp light shot out from his eyes and instantly locked onto the sturdy and sturdy youth with his eyes closed.

A fifth-grade talented youth, you guys can go steal it, but this body refining brat.

He must!