"Qing Feng little friend."
The examiner said.
"No matter what your hidden secrets are, I won't ask for now. But the water in the Holy Land is deep, so you can take care of yourself."
Gu Sheng felt a little scared, knowing that this senior might have seen some clues.
He nodded calmly, but was secretly wary in his heart.
"Gu Sheng! These bastards are so arrogant!"
Ling Xiao's voice suddenly rang in his mind, his tone full of suppressed anger.
"When the storm is over, I have to teach them a lesson!"
Gu Sheng looked sideways and saw Ling Xiao standing not far away, his handsome face slightly distorted with anger.
"Don't be impulsive."
Gu Sheng replied via voice transmission.
"They are not our target."
"Hmph!"
Ling Xiao snorted coldly.
"Didn't you hear what they just said? They want you to look good after the game! Do you really think we are soft persimmons?"
Gu Sheng is silent.
He did hear those threats, and even captured several divine locks filled with murderous intent.
If it had been in the past, he would have
"Gu Sheng."
Ling Xiao's voice suddenly became serious.
"We are forbearing for important reasons, but we are not letting others bully us. If you give in again, they will only push forward."
Gu Sheng's eyes moved slightly, and a string deep in his heart was gently plucked.
Yes, when did he Gu Sheng become so timid?
At this moment, a cold voice pierced his ears.
"Qing Feng, don't think that you are safe just because the examiner is protecting you. When the competition is over, let's see who can still protect you!"
Gu Sheng looked around and found that the burly Holy Land disciple was staring at him with a dead look in his eyes.
"You and I are strangers, why are you targeting me?"
Gu Sheng Chuanyin asked rhetorically.
"Why?"
The other party smiled ferociously.
"How dare you, a nobody, be worthy of overpowering our Holy Land? How dare you speak to me with that attitude?"
Gu Sheng's eyes flashed with cold light.
It turns out that this is just jealousy and arrogance.
"Okay, very good."
Gu Sheng suddenly smiled, and that smile made the burly disciple's heart tremble for no reason.
"I took note of it."
After the transmission ended, Gu Sheng ignored the other party, but the cold light in his eyes lingered for a long time.
Ling Xiao was keenly aware of the changes in Gu Sheng.
"Have you figured it out?"
"Yeah."
Gu Sheng nodded slightly, his tone terrifyingly calm.
"Waiting for the third round."
These three short words made Ling Xiao's eyes light up.
He knew Gu Sheng very well. When this normally gentle guy spoke in this tone, it often meant that someone was going to be in bad luck.
The assessment continued, and monks continued to pass the formation test.
Occasionally someone cracks the top ten, triggering a burst of cheers.
The rankings of Gu Sheng and Ling Xiao are always stable and no one can shake them.
"Look! Another person has entered the top ten in the East Square!"
"Only two hundred and eighty breaths."
"Are these people crazy? One is faster than the other!"
The monks in the three major squares were talking a lot.
Those monks who barely made it into the top ten looked at Gu Sheng and Ling Xiao with fear in their eyes.
"I hope they just have great formations."
"If it's so strong in actual combat, how can we fight?"
"Impossible! How can casual cultivators get so many resources? They must just specialize in formations!"
Gu Sheng took in all this and sneered in his heart.
He knew very well what these people were thinking - they both hoped that his strength would be low, but they were also afraid that he would be really ridiculously strong.
"Gu Sheng."
Ling Xiao suddenly heard a voice.
"Look at the one in the blue robe in the West Square."
Gu Sheng looked along the guidance and saw a young man in blue robe looking at him coldly.
"Blood Fiend Sect's breath."
Gu Sheng narrowed his eyes.
"Although it's very light, it's unmistakable."
Ling Xiao said meaningfully.
Gu Sheng didn't answer the call, but alarm bells rang in his heart.
The intervention of the Blood Fiend Sect means that things may be more complicated than expected.
Half a day flies by.
When the last group of monks completed the assessment, the setting sun had set, dyeing the three major squares blood-red.
"The second round of assessment is over!"
The examiner's loud voice echoed through the sky.
"The top ten will be determined by each of the three major squares."
In the square, thirty Dao Body figures stood sparsely.
After two rounds of brutal assessments, the original crowded scene has become a thing of the past, and now only these Cultivation World elites remain.
Liang Yu stands in fifth place.
He looked eagerly at Gu Sheng and Ling Xiao in the front row but did not dare to make a sound.
"Don't worry."
Ling Xiao noticed his gaze, turned around and patted Liang Yu on the shoulder with a bright smile.
"I said I would help you enter the Holy Land, and I will definitely do it."
Liang Yu was about to speak, but found that Gu Sheng had already walked towards the competition ring without looking back. His back was as cold as if he was separated from everyone by a whole world.
"Brother Qing Feng!"
Liang Yu couldn't help shouting, but Ling Xiao held his shoulders down.
"Stop barking."
Ling Xiao lowered his voice, a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes.
"It's not convenient for him to get too close to us now."
Liang Yu frowned in confusion and wanted to ask more questions, but the examiner's cold voice echoed throughout the audience.
"The third round of assessment begins now!"
Nine figures came out in response and walked towards the huge competition ring in the center.
The square fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on these nine people.
They represent the top three in each of the three major squares, and the result of this competition will directly determine the ownership of the ten holy places.
Xu Guangzhi walked in the team, his eyes constantly wandering on Gu Sheng and Ling Xiao.
The performance of these two people in the second round was so dazzling that they attracted almost everyone's attention.
He clenched his fists and dug his nails into his palms.
Why can these unknown people steal the light that should belong to him?
"Here are the rules."
The assessor waved his sleeves and nine dragon-carved stone pillars rose up around the arena.
"The third round is divided into three games.
In the first individual battle, three places are allocated; in the second round battle, the places are randomly allocated, with a maximum of six; in the third big battle, everyone competes for the last place. "
As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Xiao raised his hand high.
"Senior! How many places can we grab at most in the second game?"
"Six."
The examiner gave him a meaningful look.
"The premise is that you have the strength."
Ling Xiao The corners of his mouth curved into a dangerous arc, and fighting intent burned in his eyes.
This answer caused the expressions of the surrounding monks to change drastically, and several Holy Land disciples even sneered.
"Six? What a big statement!"
"Are you just a casual cultivator trying to get all the quota?"
"If you can get six, I'll stand on my head and eat shit!"
The last provocation came from a Holy Land disciple with a rude face.
Ling Xiao smiled instead of being angry, and made a gesture of wiping his neck towards him.
"Remember what you said."
The examiner coughed slightly and suppressed the commotion.
"The first individual battle, choose your own opponent, the winner will advance. Start now!"
The monks in the other two squares immediately took action, and they unanimously set their sights on Xu Guangzhi.
This "soft persimmon" barely made it into the top three in the second round.
"I choose him!"
"No, I took my fancy first!"
"Fellow Daoist Xu, please enlighten me!"
Xu Guangzhi was so angry that his face was livid, and the veins on his forehead popped out.
After all, he is also a Golden Core Mid-stage monk. When has he ever been so despised?
"You!"
He pointed sharply at one of the thin monks.
"Get up here!"
The monk didn't expect that Xu Guangzhi would choose him, and his face suddenly turned pale.
But in full view of everyone, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and jump onto the ring.
Others quickly chose their opponents.
Ling Xiao moved his wrist and walked straight towards a strong man in black carrying Nine-Ring Saber.
"It's just you."
Ling Xiao grinned.
"I hope you can warm me up."
The strong man in black snorted coldly.
"Arrogant!"
But he still followed Ling Xiao to the designated arena.
In the blink of an eye, there were only three people left on the field who had not yet chosen.
Gu Sheng, an elegant young man holding a wooden fan, and an old man with gray beard and hair.
The young man was about in his early twenties. He was wearing a green shirt that was fluttering in the wind and shaking a wooden fan in his hand. He looked harmless.
The person who ranks second in the second round of formation assessment is by no means an ordinary person.
Soon the third round of competition began. Nine cultivators who stood out from various squares stood in the central square. The crowd watching the competition was several times larger than in the previous two rounds.
"Everyone, the rules for this round of competition are as follows."
The voice of the presiding elder was like a bell, echoing over the square.
"Nine people are freely divided into four groups, two by two, and one person gets a bye.
Byes will be played against other players after all games are over. "
As soon as the words fell, the nine contestants began to look at each other.
Gu Sheng stood on the edge of the crowd, his eyes under the black robe were as calm as water, but he was secretly observing everyone's aura.
His eyes briefly intersected with Ling Xiao's, and both of them read the fighting spirit in each other's eyes, but then moved away tacitly.
"It's a pity that we can't choose each other in the same group."
Ling Xiao grinned, revealing his iconic tiger teeth.
"Otherwise, I really want to learn how to use your fist right now."
Gu Sheng didn't answer, just nodded slightly.
He knew that Ling Xiao was referring to the fact that he beat him in the second round of rankings.
This seemingly cynical young man is actually prouder than anyone else.
The choice fell on Gu Sheng.
He glanced at the remaining people, finally stopping on the scholar who looked the youngest.
The scholar was dressed in a green shirt, holding a wooden fan, with a fair face, and was looking at everyone with a smile.
"Just him."
Gu Sheng pointed at the scholar, his voice was flat.
The scholar was stunned for a moment, then handed over his hand.
"Dai Hongmao, please give me some advice."
Ling Xiao whistled.
"Brother Gu has a good eye and picked a soft persimmon."
Dai Hongmao The smile on his face remained unchanged, with a cold look in his eyes.
Grouping was completed quickly.
Ling Xiao moved his wrists and strode towards the center of the ring.
"I'll do the first one!"
His eyes finally locked on a burly man.
"Jiang Dashan, right? I heard that you are the second place in a certain square? Come and play with me."
Jiang Dashan's face darkened, and he jumped onto the ring with a big knife on his shoulder.
"Arrogant kid! I, Jiang Dashan, have been at the peak of Nascent Soul for three years. How can you despise me?"
Ling Xiao put one hand on his waist and hooked his fingers at Jiang Dashan with the other hand.
"Stop talking nonsense, I'll give you three moves."
"Seeking death!"
Jiang Dashan roared angrily, his spiritual power exploded, his sword ignited with red flames, and he rushed towards Ling Xiao.
The audience held their breath. Jiang Dashan The momentum of this sword is so amazing that even monks of the same level would not dare to take it hard.
Ling Xiao stood motionless on the spot. It wasn't until the blade was less than three feet away from his head that he suddenly stretched out two fingers.
"Cang!"
The crisp sound of metal collision echoed throughout the venue.
Ling Xiao actually used two fingers to firmly clamp the powerful and heavy knife!
"That's it?"
Ling Xiao sneered and twisted his fingers slightly.
With a "click", the sword made of fine steel was broken by him!
Jiang Dashan's eyes widened, and before he could react, Ling Xiao got kicked in the chest.
This kick seemed random, but it contained terrifying power, and Jiang Dashan flew out of the ring.
The whole place was silent for a moment, and then burst into loud cheers.
"Ling Xiao! Ling Xiao!"
The cultivators who supported him shouted wildly.
The cultivators in other squares had ugly expressions, especially the disciples of Qinghe Holy Land.
They looked at each other, obviously not expecting an unknown boy to have such strength.
"Hmph, I just defeated someone at the peak of Nascent Soul."
A Qinghe Holy Land disciple pretended to be calm.
"Wait until Senior Brother Wang takes action and see how arrogant he can be!"
Mentioning the name "Wang Chenyu", the disciples of Qinghe Holy Land regained their pride.
That half-step Earth Palace Realm genius is their greatest confidence.
Ling Xiao jumped off the ring and blinked when passing by Gu Sheng.
"It's up to you."
Gu Sheng did not respond, but his eyes were slightly solemn.
Ling Xiao showed stronger strength than he expected. That kick seemed simple, but in fact it contained extremely sophisticated spiritual power control.
Next up is Tian Kun, the first place winner in another square.
He had a stern face and was dressed in black. When he came on stage, he didn't even bother to say polite words and just slapped his opponent away with one palm.
The unlucky third place didn't even have a chance to react before he vomited blood and flew out of the ring.
"Boring."
Tian Kun dropped two words coldly, turned around and walked off the stage.
So far, four people have completed the competition.
Among the remaining five players, Gu Sheng and Liang Yu have not yet played.
Dai Hongmao straightened his robes and walked slowly towards the center of the ring.
He still had a gentle smile on his face, but it made people feel a bit chilly.
"Fellow Daoist Gu, please."
Dai Hongmao bowed his hands in a respectful gesture.
Gu Sheng silently came on stage and took out a blue sword from Void Ring.
This sword was randomly picked up by him at a ruins before. Although it was a mysterious spiritual weapon, it had an innocent origin and would not reveal his identity.
"Let's get started."
Gu Sheng said lightly.
Dai Hongmao's smile suddenly disappeared, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes.
"Then I'll ask fellow Daoist Gu for advice!"
The wooden fan in his hand suddenly unfolded, and the runes painted on the fan instantly lit up, and dozens of sharp rays of light shot towards Gu Sheng!
The audience in the audience exclaimed.
What kind of scholar is this?
He is clearly a ruthless character!
Gu Sheng was already on guard. The cyan sword drew an arc in front of him, and the barrier formed by his spiritual power blocked most of the light.
But there were still a few that broke through the defense, grazed his robe, and left a few scorch marks.
"It's interesting."
Gu Sheng thought in his heart.
The strength of this Dai Hongmao is much stronger than it seems on the surface, at least it is in the late Nascent Soul stage.
Dai Hongmao Seeing that the sneak attack failed, he immediately changed his tactics. wood
He closed the fan and turned it into a dagger. He leaned close to Gu Sheng and took it straight to his throat!
Gu Sheng originally wanted to punch out, using force to overcome cleverness.
But as soon as he clenched his fist, he realized something was wrong - his boxing technique was too recognizable and could easily be identified by interested parties.
In the midst of lightning and flint, Gu Sheng changed his fists into palms, and at the same time secretly operated secret techniques to suppress the aura around his body to the level of the mid-stage Nascent Soul.
The green long sword was suffocating with spiritual power, and it collided head-on with the wooden fan dagger!