The chief examiner, Zhao Wei, stood in the ring, holding the small book when he was measuring talent in his hand, coughed, and then said to everyone in the audience: "Everyone, the next thing is the last test of our Bailing Sect Recruitment Conference, in the introduction just now, you should all know that this test is the ring competition." ”

"And only half of the people can be left in the ring competition, and the winner will be considered to have passed the assessment! Boys! Show your true skills and work hard!"

After Zhao Wei finished speaking, he looked at the sect master who was sitting on a high position behind him.

Sect Master Tang Yemin nodded.

Zhao Wei looked at the small book in his hand and said, "Next, I will start to read the number." The two who read the number came to the stage to compete. If you win the side, you will be directly promoted to the outer disciple of the Bailing Sect, and the losing side will go home quickly, your mother will call you home for dinner!"

Zhao Wei's words caused a burst of laughter from the audience.

"Alright! Let's start! Thirty-two vs. eighty-nine!"

After Zhao Wei finished speaking, everyone saw two white and pure teenagers walking into the ring, and they greeted each other with a gentleman's salute.

Immediately after, Zhao Wei floated to the middle of them and said to the two: "The competition begins!"

After saying that, he left the ring, leaving only the two teenagers.

The competition begins.

I saw that the two of them released their own spiritual power fluctuations at the same time.

Jiang Chengzi in the audience looked at it and thought: These two people are both in the fifth level of the division realm, and it is difficult to say whether they will win or lose, it seems that the examiner is not randomly grouped.

A teenager: "Flying dragon out to sea!"

Another teenager: "The tiger is coming down!"

A teenager: "The landslide cracks!"

Another teenager: "Phantom Walk!"

A teenager drew his sword: "A sword comes from the east!"

Another teenager also drew his sword: "The sword shadow is heavy!"

After a dazzling feeding move......

"Forty-two against seventy-one, forty-two wins!"

In the next group, a proud teenager fights a mediocre-looking girl:

"Fifty-Eight vs. Thirteen"

"Thirteenth wins!"

In the next group, a short man plays a fat man:

"Sixty-three vs. Twenty-two!"

"Twenty-two wins!"

......

Time passed minute by minute, and then I heard the white-clothed elder say, "One hundred and forty-two against six!"

I saw Song Jun slowly walking to the middle of the ring, and in front of him, there was a swarthy and swarthy sturdy young man. If the general strength is higher than the other party, you can see the opponent's aura realm. Song Jun saw that the strength of the young man in front of him was actually a guy with a six-fold division.

"The strength is good! However, you should admit defeat!"

Song Jun's face was no longer scarred, and he said disdainfully.

Yes, the injuries he suffered yesterday from being violently beaten by Jiang Chengzi's puppet have healed shortly after taking the Sanpin Pill.

"The difference in strength is a gap that cannot be crossed, and you kid is a whole realm of self. You'd better surrender!"

After listening to what Song Jun said, the young man on the opposite side said with a serious face: "A soldier can be killed, but not humiliated! A man should die on the battlefield, how can he surrender and become a coward!"

Song Jun smiled contemptuously: "There is a road in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell, since this is the case, don't blame the young master for being merciless!

A sword swung out, split into three, and the blade shone coldly, quickly shooting towards the swarthy and strong boy.

The sturdy boy held a broadsword to block, and his movements were slightly clumsy. Not surprisingly, after Song Jun made three moves, his broadsword had more than ten gaps.

The boy tried his best to compete with it, but unfortunately the gap between strength and equipment was there, and he was defeated in the end.

"I'm defeated!"

At this time, this sturdy young man had twenty-one bloody wounds all over his body, and he supported himself and walked out of the ring under Song Jun's contemptuous gaze.

At this moment, Zhao Wei appeared in the ring again and said: "One hundred and forty-two wins!"

Just after Zhao Wei finished speaking, Song Jun walked off the ring proudly.

Jiang Chengzi shook his head with a smile.

At this time, the white-clothed elder shouted out the next group of people to compete, "Fifty-two vs. seventy-nine!"

After Jiang Chengzi heard this, he hurriedly stepped into the ring. And in front of him stood a tall, swarthy boy.

The man looked at Jiang Chengzi and said, "I know that you are the Nine Heavens of the Master Realm, and so do I." The man said as he released his spiritual power.

Sure enough, the spiritual power released by this man was no different from the spiritual power released by Jiang Chengzi before! After the people in the audience saw the spiritual power released by this man, their mouths opened wide in surprise:

"it!"

"What is possible?!"

"Ninefold ?!? of the Division"

"Are the children of poor families so awesome now? One by one, they are all in the Nine Heavens of the Master Realm, which is too shocking!"

"Ox fork!"

"Maybe he's shit luck again!"

That's not right. You're going to give me a shit luck?"

"Humph!"

"Could it be that Heaven is fair? If you can't give them a strong family background, just give them a better cultivation talent?"

......

After the black young man finished speaking, he continued: "I know that you have a puppet, but it is impossible to say who will win or lose!"

"It seems that you also have an adventure! You are also out of the woods, right? No matter who wins or loses, I will make you a friend, my name is Jiang Chengzi, what is your name?" Jiang Chengzi raised his eyebrows and asked, and he learned this action from his master, and he always felt that the master was particularly handsome when he raised his eyebrows.

"My name is Wang Ganggang, and I'm very happy to be able to make friends with you, a genius with purple talent. The tall boy smiled innocently.

"I see that you are very close to you, Wang Gang? In order to show respect for you, I will not use a puppet to fight you in a moment! I hope you will also show your strongest strength, and don't let me down. ”

Jiang Chengzi's fighting spirit boiled.

"I will, I hope you do too. The honest young man smiled and took out a big hammer from the storage ring, which looked very heavy, in fact, the big hammer was no less than 200 pounds!

"This is my weapon, a low-grade treasure weapon, Zhenshan Iron!" asked the honest young man, "What weapon do you have?"

Jiang Chengzi smiled awkwardly: "I'm sorry, I don't have a weapon." ”

The onlookers were stunned.

Song Jun couldn't help laughing: "Sure enough, you are from a poor family! You don't even have a weapon in your hand! It's so funny! How poor are you, you can't even afford to buy a weapon? That puppet of yours was picked up by shit luck, right? If it weren't for that puppet, your mother wouldn't even recognize you when I beat you, would you believe it?"

Jiang Chengzi angrily pointed at Song Jun, who was laughing under the ring: "You shut up for me! You are a defeated subordinate! You are chirping crookedly, wait for me to go down and beat you up again, do you believe it or not?!"