Five days later, the Moxuan Pavilion, located 70,000 miles north of Xijing City, ushered in an ink test every ten years.

As the top force in the Xuanshui Continent, Mo Xuan Pavilion is also the top group of giants on the Xuan Shen Ancient Star, and they also have requirements for the disciples they recruit.

It can even be said that in terms of the difficulty of recruiting disciples, Moxuan Pavilion is the most difficult sect in the Xuanshui Continent.

Once every ten years, the number of people who sign up to participate in the ink test meeting and try to become a disciple of the Moxuan Pavilion is no less than one million.

These geniuses came from all continents of the Xuanyuan Ancient Star, some from top families, some from the Great Sect of the Imperial Dynasty, but less than a thousand people passed each time.

Such a pass rate can be described as terrifying, in fact, not only Moxuan Pavilion, but other forces are also very strict in recruiting disciples.

After all, a sect's cultivation resources are limited, and they can't be wasted on unqualified disciples.

And Moxuan Pavilion is even more refined, they would rather only have a disciple who is evil to the sky, rather than tens of thousands of elite disciples, it is their purpose to rather lack than abuse.

Therefore, every year, those who want to join the Moxuan Pavilion are often fighting for the first time, just for an opportunity to join the Moxuan Pavilion.

And the ink test meeting once every ten years is often a river of blood, and the head is broken and bloody.

Because once you step into the door of Moxuan Pavilion, it means that your future is bright!

He will far surpass all his previous opponents and enemies and stand on a new height.

Because no one knows how long they can last, they all release their hole cards as soon as they come up.

Killing people by mistake is also a common thing, and Mo Xuan Pavilion will not be too disciplined.

The disciples they needed were not only talented, but more importantly, they needed to be able to recognize their own strength and successfully survive the brutal competition of cultivation.

After all, there has never been a shortage of demons and celestial arrogance in this world, and only a few people can often survive to the end, and most of them have fallen on this road.

The protection that the sect can give is limited, and it is more important to see your own ability.

Being strong is the capital of all chances, otherwise this opportunity is for you, and you can't protect it.

It's like this ink test, if you don't have enough ability, don't try to fish in troubled waters, otherwise, the seriously injured monks over there will be your end.

In the huge arena, bursts of roars sounded, and the fierce battle had already begun.

On the ink dyeing table, that sturdy figure is quite impressive, with green muscles all over his body, like a tyrannosaurus, and his blood is soaring!

His skin was dark, his eyes were fierce, like a humanoid beast, tearing everything apart with absolute physical strength.

And those few who tried to challenge him were all repelled by his brutal strength and were directly beaten down.

"Okay! The barbarian is worthy of being a sacrificial clan from the Western Barbarians, and this kind of strength can already rival the master of the Triple Heaven Peak of the Extreme Body Realm!"

A young man said excitedly, his eyes full of excitement.

"Hey, Qian Han's heart over there is not bad, her ice spell has been perfected!

A young man shaking a folding fan said, the beautiful shadow on the stage is really moving, although it is like an iceberg, not close to people, but it is still likable.

The slender figure on the gladiatorial arena in the north is like an immortal coming to the world, not eating the fireworks of the world, and the long ice blue hair looks quite amazing.

The nose like congealed cream, the beautiful eyes without any emotion, the pale red red lips, and the slender jade legs are all exciting.

"This year, it's all masters and Tianjiao, not to mention the barbarian and Qianhanxin, it's the sisters of the Ling family, and the Qin Guayi who made a hand in poison, it is estimated that these are the first few in this year's ink trial!"

"Hehe, that's not it, I've put a lot of pressure on them, and I guess I can make a lot of money!" a dark-faced man laughed.

"Me too, anyway, even if I don't make money this year, I can see a lot of exciting fights. ”

And the examiners in charge of the audit on the main stage were watching the battle and recording something.

"This year's seedlings are good, it seems that the old man has to sell this old face to see if he can divide one or two into disciples. The black-robed old man stretched his beard and stared in several directions.

"Come on, there are so many good seedlings this year, do you think those old people are eating dry rice? I guess they won't be able to keep any of them. ”

The white-robed old man who was smoking a dry cigarette on the side said that although he was also very excited, he knew that he couldn't rob the cabinet members.

"What's the matter? They don't allow us to drink soup when they eat meat? In previous years, when were the seedlings not good, they were taken away? I have to bring one this year!"

The black-robed old man blew his beard and glared, and he couldn't get angry when he thought of this.

"Come on, it depends on whether there are seedlings willing to come to you, otherwise even if the cabinet gives you a quota, you won't be able to receive it. ”

The white-robed old man spit out a big smoke ring and looked at the black-robed old man playfully.

"Hmph! The old man still doesn't believe it, it's a big deal to take out all the money from the family, and I won't be able to harvest good seedlings this year!"

The white-robed old man shook his head and said in his heart, what if you receive it? Don't forget that people have the opportunity to switch to someone else's door after five years.

"You, you're just too stubborn, you can only be a bamboo basket for nothing. ”

The white-robed old man stopped talking and continued to smoke his cigarette.

"By the way, didn't that kid Yuchan say that she met a few talented teenagers?

The black-robed old man asked, a young man who can be called a demon by Yuchan, his qualifications must be no different.

"I've checked, there is no record, today is the last day of registration, and there is no one today, which means that Yuchan was deceived by those people, and they may not have planned to participate in the ink test at all. ”

The old man in the white running robe flipped through the bamboo slips that had signed up, his eyes widened, and he carefully looked for Ziyue and the others mentioned by Li Yuchan.

"Hearing Yuchan's child say that the young man surnamed Bai is more talented in kendo than her, I thought I heard it wrong, after all, Yuchan's child is arrogant, even those disciples, and he doesn't take it seriously. ”

"Yes, but she actually told us that there was a boy who was more talented than her, and he was still in kendo. The white-robed old man squinted his eyes and carefully flipped through the bamboo slips that had just been delivered.

"If that young man surnamed Bai is really a kendo talent that surpasses Yuchan, then whatever you say, I will also take him under my door. ”

On the old face of the black-robed old man, his dark eyes shone with fine light.

How is it possible? It is estimated that Yuchan's child is confused, in terms of kendo talent, no one in the sect can do anything else to her, not to mention that it is just a task encountered...

The white-robed old man was stunned for a moment, wiped his eyes, and confirmed that he was not dizzy and misread the name.

Hehe, there is a good show to watch this year, the old man in white robe pulled the old man in black robe, and pointed to the list of bamboo slips that he had just sent with his right hand.

Among the many applicants with the surname Bai, the one was written in black paint.

It was the color that only the victors of the thousands of ink dyes in the Eastern Arena could use.

Bai Ziyue.