In the midst of an uproar, the extended family and all the people in the Xianmen who were watching the exam sat down and waited for the kendo exam to begin.

After that, the monks of the sect all sat down to find a suitable place to watch the war, only to find that it was surrounded by a sea of people, and everywhere there were detailed clouds and flashes of light, which was very lively.

And around Sendai, there is a huge sword table, the entire sword table is about 100 square meters, paved with white marble, up and down the platform, in all directions, surrounded by countless prohibitions and large arrays, the defense is tight, even comparable to the Xianmen Mountain Formation, which seems to be afraid that the people on the platform will not be able to stop one by one and hurt the people around watching the test...

The people who saw that all sides were watching the war sat down. On the platform of Sendai, where Sendai is the place of immortal enchantment, an old man in a black robe stood up. He was deep all over his body and looked calm. However, if you look closely, you will see that his entire body resembles a sword hidden in a sheath. He took a few steps out of thin air to the top of the sword table.

"It's almost time, let's get started!"

The old man in the black robe spoke in a very simple and straightforward way, but he waved his sleeves and said simply.

However, there are a lot of people watching the exam and there is also a lot of discussion. However, as he spoke, his voice immediately lowered.

Countless eyes raised their heads towards the old black man, listening quietly to his mouth.

The black-robed old man just slowly swept through the crowd, and then smiled coldly: "This time I want to take the kendo exam." I'll follow my rules. I like to be simple and straightforward, and I hate red tape. So I just made a few rules. As long as you don't break my rules, I won't bother you and let you do it!"

"The first one is that the rules are very simple. The important thing is to see how successful you are in martial arts. So, there aren't too many rules. If you want to win the final exam of kendo, whoever can stay in the final exam will be the winner, and since we don't have a champion in the final exam of kendo, the number of people in the final stage will not exceed 10. This is the top 10 in kendo!"

"After the top ten kendo positions are determined, the top three and top ten will be contested by the ten of you. It's that simple!"

"The second thing is that the combat is particularly simple. As long as you pass this exam, you will cheer up. It doesn't matter if you're attacking or besieging, as long as you can win, you'll be considered a winner. After all, when the Great Tribulation strikes, those dark creatures won't pay attention to any of your etiquette. Therefore, we do not ask you to pay attention to any etiquette in the kendo test, even if you are good at kendo, keep it up!"

"The third is that regardless of the time, hehe, you have the ability to fight on the stage for a year and a half, if you want to end this kendo exam, then defeat the opponent as soon as possible, of course, once you leave Taiwan, it is a failure, this is nothing good......"

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The black-robed old man was really simple, and everyone around him had mixed feelings when he heard it.

Although Lao Rao's rules are very capricious, there really is no one who dares to contradict him...

After all, people have returned from the Rubik's Cube, and after years of practice, they are most qualified to speak in the kendo exam.

However, the black-robed old man didn't give anyone a chance to refute him. After explaining his rules, he waved his sleeve slightly: "I don't care if you can't remember my rules. Don't break my rules. Those who are going to take the kendo exam should come here and wait at the kendo table. Don't show any superiority, suddenly go on stage or do anything. I'm very annoyed by this......"

Boom.

As he drank less and less, flashes of light slowly flickered in the lower stages of the test, revealing a gap.

And all the restorers slowly tensed up, looking around at who was in the stands.

"Here ......

It was also at this time that the crowd of onlookers in the southeast was slowly getting out of the way, only to see a tall black man with a grinding axe, slowly walking out of the pebbled road, his posture looked light and healthy, but the pace was very heavy, and the pebble-paved road was a pit when he stepped on it, a layer of sand, forcing people to be imminent.

"Qin Shanjun, this person is Qin Shanjun, I didn't expect him to come to the kendo exam......"

When someone saw the man in black, he was immediately overjoyed and shouted, "He is the son of Zhulushan in southern Zhongzhou." Ten years ago, he reached the Golden Rule. He has outstanding endowments and excellent roots and bones. However, shortly after the Golden Rule was established, he met a mid-level Golden Rule Demon King. He suffered a serious defeat and was seriously injured. Later, he gave up his magic and began practicing martial arts. Three years later, he challenged the Demon King with an axe and cut it in half. After that, he closed the door directly in the mountains. He practiced the secret martial arts that had been passed down, but now he had turned it off

Hearing this, all the disciples were shocked and skeptical.

Although everyone guessed that there might be some fierce people participating in this kendo exam, I didn't expect it to be so intense the first time!

Qin Shanjun, who was dressed in black, strode towards the sword table and sat down. He did not immediately take the stage, but waited.

Before all the voices around him could be heard, they suddenly saw that in the southeast direction, a white-robed man wrapped in a golden mist had swept over, standing by the sword table, gently waving a folding fan, and smiling in all directions.

"It's this big yin man......"

There were also many people around who recognized Mr. Fan, and their faces changed, and they subconsciously shrank.

"The person who claims to have cultivated the martial arts method into a supernatural power, the Lord of Xiao Yue Mountain, although Xiao Yue Mountain is west of Baxia, it can only be regarded as second-rate, but even a first-class immortal sect doesn't want to provoke him easily. This man is insidious and vicious. The folding fan is not so much a weapon as an authoritative magic weapon. It's full of trickery. Once upon a time, there were four Red Pill Masters gathered together, but he killed them all by himself......"

The sense of surprise and fear in my heart has not passed, and I saw a red-robed man in a big black robe, dragging a huge iron gun the thickness of a goose egg, walking into the room expressionlessly, and the tip of the gun sparked on the ground, which made people feel depressed.

Zhao Xuanzang, who is proud of his martial arts, has already become famous. This son is also a murderer. As soon as he was born, a magic weapon flew out of the horizon and landed in front of him. He is also good at martial arts. He had never met a three-in-one leader during his internship. He has an invincible sibling title. In fact, he should have been born and walked a long time ago. It's just that at the time of the last kendo exam, this person was still practicing martial arts in retreat, and when he walked out the door, the exam was over. He secretly found champions to compete with each other.

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When one after another people who took the kendo exam entered the stadium, the people watching the exam were also excited.

In fact, I found that this kendo exam has mastered much more than you think, and even some very famous arrogant generations have come seven or eight, and others, there are also a lot of true qi activities terrifying, but no one knows that this mysterious figure, including a few people, looks like a person with true qi activities, has reached the Jindan intermediate level, and to some extent, it is already somewhat out of line with the exam rules.

Generally speaking, the top players of the Jindan level have already taken the exam. Even if they don't, they cherish their reputation because of their achievements. They rarely compete with younger players. Otherwise, even if they win the championship, what is the sparkle on their faces?

But this time, there were a lot of them, and the Maxian Alliance didn't mean to stop!

But when these people came to the sword table, they just stood up, and did not immediately walk on the stage, and everyone also understood their thoughts, since the time of the kendo exam was uncertain, the more people in the morning, the more challenges there would be.

First of all, under the sword table, it is very helpful to find out the strength of the Bereak to win a good position.

"Where is the green robe, why hasn't he come down yet?"

Xiu was overjoyed to see so many masters, but some people anticipated a problem and raised their heads.

Sendai, where the Chisui Dankei is located, is still a place of silence and no movement.

I couldn't help but think, "This green robe can't really not take the kendo exam, right?"

While everyone was talking about it, suddenly in the northern sky above Sendai, Sendai belonged to the side of the Sword Washing Pond, and the wreath of fairy mist was gently pulled away. One wears a black robe, but he has white hair. But from the outside, the young swordsman, who was only about 20 years old, seemed to just glance around faintly, and then stepped forward with a blank face and fell off the stage.

He didn't use his magical powers to fly into the clouds, nor did he use some magic weapons to control the shape of his body, so he fell straight down.

"Bang!"

He stepped on a big hole in the ground, but he didn't get into any trouble. He slowly walked out of the pit and stood in front of the sword table with his passive hand.

In front of the sword platform, the monks who were preparing to take the sword skills exam were all cold and proud, and the air conditioning was also tight.

Even when outsiders look over, they can sense that they are fighting each other, and they are not convinced.

However, when the black-robed and white-haired swordsman came to the sword table, everyone subconsciously felt a heavy heart, and those who were close to him had already subconsciously dodged two steps. There seems to be some kind of aura on him that makes people afraid to approach the general.

Out of the hundreds, only a few dared to look back at him, while others did not dare to raise their heads in front of him.

"Do you wash the sword pool?"

Seeing this young man, all those who took the exam were a little surprised. Even the voices in all directions seemed to be lowered for a moment. Someone secretly looked at the white-haired young man and asked calmly, "What kind of swordsman is this time?"

Some people were engrossed, "If you look at his sword robe, you should be a black-robed swordsman, but you don't know what level you are......"

"How important is the ranking?"

More people sighed with a wry smile: "In previous years, as long as there were disciples in the pool to participate in the kendo exam, it must have been them who won the championship." People like Qin Shanjun and Zhao Xuanque are unlucky. Alas, if their strength had been put in previous exams, they would have been favourites to win the championship. However, this time they happened to meet the disciple of Ikeri and were destined to lose the championship......"

During the discussion, all the monks saw the white-haired young man who was washing the sword pool and did not stop when he came to the sword table. Instead, he stepped directly onto the sword table, his heart slightly frozen. He believed that he was indeed a disciple of Jianchi, and he was very confident.

But to their surprise, it has not yet arrived.

After the white-haired young man stepped on the sword table, he raised his head gently and looked in the direction of Chishui Danxi.

In other words, look at Yue Teng directly...

Then, with a faint smile on his face, he, "Why don't you come down?"