According to the memory in his mind, Fang Han walked for about half an hour and stopped in front of a huge mansion.

There is a huge plaque hanging on the door of the mansion, on which are three big characters of dragons flying and phoenixes dancing!

"The Weather is Cold".

A smile appeared at the corner of Fang Han's mouth, the Tianhan Gate really still existed, and it did not disappear with the passage of time.

It's just that what made Fang Han stunned was that at this moment, there was a long queue at the door of Tianhan Gate.

There were men and women in the group, but each man was accompanied by a child, who was generally between the ages of 12 and 16, and there were also young men between the ages of 17 and 20.

Fang Han's ears were so sharp, and he soon knew why there was a long queue here.

Because today is the last day of the Tianhan Sect's seven-day recruitment of disciples.

They are also the last people to come to the Tianhanmen assessment, or bring their own children to test their talents.

The requirement of Tianhanmen is that if a child is under the age of sixteen, he can test his talent, but he is not allowed to participate in the test.

After passing the talent test, when you are old enough, you can directly become an outer disciple of the Tianhan Sect.

However, if you are over sixteen years old and under twenty years old, you need to test your talent, and you also need to pass the assessment before you can become an outer disciple of the Tianhan Sect.

As for people over the age of twenty, they have lost their best cultivation period, so the Tianhan Sect does not need people who are over twenty years old.

The corners of Fang Han's mouth were slightly hooked, as the so-called early is better than good luck.

He was trying to figure out how to get his things back, and now his chance had come.

He silently infiltrated the crowd, which split into two small groups.

The first is a group of elderly people with their children, and the second is a group of people between the ages of 16 and 20.

Of course, Fang Han infiltrated the second team.

The ratio of the two teams is very large, the first team has more than 400 people, and the second team has only more than 100 people.

......

The people in front of Fang Han were eliminated one by one, and only a few people passed the talent test, and soon it was Fang Han's turn to play.

Fang Han didn't care, and followed one of the guards of the Tianhan Gate into the Tianhan Gate.

When you step through the door, you will see a huge square, on which the guards of the Tianhan Gate pass by from time to time.

The guards took Fang Han to a huge quaint stone platform, and a powerful coercion emanated from the quaint stone platform, pressing those who approached as if they were nothing.

"Go up, drop a drop of blood into the groove in the center of the stone platform, and your martial arts talent will be revealed."

"The stone platform is seven colors, white, yellow, orange, red, green, blue, and purple", with white having the weakest talent and purple having the highest talent.

"A minimum of yellow talent is required to pass the test". The guard looked indifferent and said coldly.

Fang Han nodded, glanced at the quaint stone platform with deep meaning, stepped forward, and bit his fingertips.

A drop of muddy blood dripped down Fang Han's fingertips into the groove in the center of the quaint stone platform.

Seeing the turbid blood dripping from Fang Han, the three middle-aged monks standing next to the stone platform couldn't help but shake their heads, looking very disappointed.

These three people are the monks of the Su, Li, and Murong families among the four major families of Tianhanmen, and they naturally came here to observe and see if there are any new disciples with better talents, so as to pull them into their own families.

Don't look at Tianhanmen as a sect, but Tianhanmen is also divided into four major families.

On weekdays, they are also fighting openly and secretly, so naturally they don't want their talented disciples to be robbed by people from other camps.

And in their opinion, the turbid blood that Fang Han squeezed out was the lowest grade of blood, and the turbid blood in a person's body often meant that this person had no martial arts talent, so they naturally felt a little disappointed.

Disappointment to disappointment, they didn't show any expression on their faces, nothing seemed to make a ripple in their hearts.

A drop of Fang Han's turbid blood dripped to the groove in the center of this quaint stone platform, like a mud cow entering the sea, and it did not set off a little abnormality.

"Even the lowest white talent can't be aroused, the current people are really worse than the other......" Su Poor couldn't help but shake his head, looking helpless.

Li Yang and Murong Ren nodded, the young man in his early nineteens in front of him was the first person this year who couldn't even arouse his white talent.

According to the situation in previous years, the lowest of the people who came to the test were able to arouse the white talent.

But this year, there is a person who can't even arouse white talent, and it's really not as good as a batch.

In an inconspicuous corner near the stone platform, an old man in a gray robe sat on the ground, his back against a wall.

At this moment, his closed eyes opened slightly, revealing a pair of cloudy and godless eyes.

If you deliberately observe, there are many Tianhan Sect monks passing by around this old man, but no one looks at this gray-robed old man.

It was as if he had become one with the heavens and the earth.

The gray-robed old man frowned slightly, his cloudy eyes looking in the direction where Fang Han was.

For some reason, he always felt that the young man in front of him seemed extraordinary......

"You've failed......"

The guards beside Fang Han didn't have any emotion.

But Fang Han didn't have any tendency to leave.

Just when the guards wanted to go crazy and directly take Fang Han down and throw him out, the ancient stone platform suddenly emitted a burst of dazzling white light, and then turned into a faint yellow light.

Su Poor and the three of them all sighed lightly, originally thinking that Fang Han had failed, but they didn't expect to look away.

"Although it passed, it was barely passed, and the light was too faint...... Su Poor sighed.

His words were agreed by Li Yang and Murong Ren.

"Three fools......" Not far away, the gray-robed old man muttered, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

Fang Han and the guards came to another small square, with the end of the talent test, a total of six or seven hundred people passed the talent test, and then as long as they passed the assessment of the Tianhan Gate, they could officially become disciples of the Tianhan Gate.

Of course, these six or seven hundred people are not just the people who were tested on the last day, but the sum of the disciples recruited in the previous six days.

In this small square, everyone looks eager to try.

"Silence!"

An old man appeared above the square out of thin air, and a powerful momentum poured out, and the originally noisy square instantly quieted down.

Everyone was a little out of breath under the shock of the old man's powerful breath.

The old man waved his hand, and the huge oppressive force felt by everyone in the square disappeared.

Without much explanation, the old man pinched out a legal decision, and a loud rumbling sound was heard, and the entire square trembled violently.