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The days when the four sects recruited disciples were destined not to be dull. It was just dawn, and the city was already noisy. Even the official road outside the city gate is bustling with pedestrians.

As in previous years, among the tide of people, many teenagers from ordinary families were sandwiched in the pile of sons with carriages and horses, and flocked to the martial arts field.

In the grass pile by the roadside, the boy had just woken up, and the dead grass he had picked last night was still in his mouth.

"I overslept." Taking a sip in a panic, Feng Yu slapped his thigh and stood up, picked up the medicine bag on the ground, and hurriedly ran forward.

Yitian Pavilion, Feng Play handed over the medicine bag to the shopkeeper, and after collecting the money, he hit the pot of wine and went home. But after thinking about it, today is the day when his good brother Zhao Shi participates in the assessment, and he promised him to come and see it, so he walked in the direction of the martial arts field again. When he arrived at the martial arts field, looking at the impassable human wall, Feng Yu hesitated for a moment, and finally walked forward.

The martial arts field in Wucang City is not large, only the size of a football field. The ring set up in the center was full of people, and at a glance, it was all thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys. Seeing them gearing up one by one and eager to try, Feng Play could only secretly envy in his heart.

There is a high platform built in front of the ring by the north, and in the center of the high platform sits a white-haired old man, the old man Feng Yu has seen before, he is the only soul building master in Wucang City, the city lord Lu Cang. On his left and right, two people sat separately, looking at the clothes, they should be the elders of the four sects.

Under what circumstances did the elders of the four sects just sit with them? Feng Yu was slightly surprised in his heart. But he was only surprised, and it had nothing to do with him.

The assessment test had already begun, and Feng Wan finally found a corner where there were not many people to stand still, but after looking for a long time, he didn't see Zhao Shi's shadow, and at this moment, the voice of the assessment elder spread throughout the audience.

"Zhang Xiaoming, the strength is a thousand catties, a product of heavenly souls, a named disciple, pass."

"Bang!" In the ring, one teenager after another walked to the Lizhu Stone.

"Eight hundred and eighty-five pounds, failure, next."

"Seven hundred and forty pounds, failure! Next. ”

"Liu Quan, one thousand six hundred and eight strong, the second grade of the heavenly soul, the outer disciple, pass."

……

"Tang Tianyao, two thousand four, a heavenly soul, a disciple of the outer sect, pass."

"Xiao Scale, Liguan Nine Hundred and One, Sanpin Heavenly Soul, Inner Disciple, pass."

Previously, the teenager who failed to test the strength level had no chance to test the Heavenly Soul at all, and was directly eliminated. Feng Play watched those failed teenagers walk out of the ring with a disappointed face, and he still had a slight contempt in his heart, is he really inhumane, maybe he can't have the strength of others, but he is a nine-rank heavenly soul.

It wasn't until the young man named Xiao Liang appeared that Feng Yu found that he seemed to be scolding wrong. The former's strength is only nine hundred and one, but he has become an inner disciple.

On closer inspection, it turns out that this person is already in the second round of testing.

Forget it, this has something to do with him, let's look at Zhao Shi's test, it's already up to him. Looking at Zhao Shi's thin body, even though he was confident in the strength of the other party, he couldn't help but be a little nervous, and couldn't help but shake his fist, "Come on!" Small stones. ”

"Hah! Who's this kid, and how did he run up? ”

"What nonsense, how did such a big kid run up there."

"Whose child, call back quickly......"

Ignoring the boos from the audience, Zhao Shi swept his eyes around, looking for wind to play.

"Didn't Big Brother Wind Play come?" Sighing, he walked to the Lizhu Stone with some loss, clenched his fists and shouted, and then slammed his fist down.

Two thousand two hundred pounds.

"Wow!"

"Born with divine powers!" The audience exclaimed.

The number displayed on the test force column stunned the audience. Even the elder in charge of the assessment raised his eyebrows.

Zhao Shi is too young, eleven years old is the height of an eight- or nine-year-old child, and his thin body is unbelievable.

"Test the Heavenly Soul." Somewhat surprised, the assessment elder rarely opened his mouth to say a superfluous word. Without waiting for Zhao Shi to react, he had already taken the initiative to step forward and grab the other party's hand and press it on the jade plate.

The test jade plate of Runruo mutton fat has a total of five areas, and as soon as Zhao Shi's hand touches it, a burst of white light spreads, instantly staying at the top of the fourth area.

"Four-Rank Heavenly Soul?"

"Good, good! Uncle old horseman, look at what else you have to say this time, hahaha! The assessed elder seemed to have epilepsy, and suddenly became a little crazy, grabbed Zhao Shi after a burst of laughter, and left the martial arts field directly.

"Let's go and settle accounts with the old guy."

Let's go? How did you go? Not an assessment? The teenagers in the ring looked at each other, and they had no idea for a while, and the audience was also confused.

On the high platform, everyone smiled bitterly, with a helpless face, and after receiving the signal from the elders of the four sects, the city lord Lu Cang stood up, raised his hand and pressed it, and said, "The assessment continues." At the same time, a young man stood up from behind him and flew down towards the ring.

Can you fly? Birdman? Flying Immortals?

The martial arts field was quiet in an instant, obediently, it was an immortal, and he didn't dare to make a mistake.

Feng Yu didn't have the heart to watch it, Zhao Shi left, and the rest of the people, whether they were lucky or unlucky, he was not interested.

At dusk, the wind plays with a wine jug and returns home like a walk.

"Uncle Thirteen?" He shook the flask and shouted a few times into the house, but no one answered.

"Stealing wine and drinking again!" As soon as I entered the door, I saw an empty wine bottle lying on the ground.

"I'm not at home so late, and I'm molesting someone."

On the towering mountain, two figures, a man and a woman. The men have been here for a long time, and the women have just arrived.

The man was dressed in black, with a wine jug hanging around his waist, his body was a little rickety, and his long hair was scattered to block his face, making people unable to see his face clearly, and the vicissitudes of life on his body made people sigh. The woman was dressed in a white robe, graceful as a fairy, quiet, like a clear water hibiscus, but her face was not very good.

At this moment, the woman's face was gloomy, and the cold emanation from her body was so cold that people could feel it from an endless distance, and said, "You are finally willing to show up." ”

The man in black bowed his head slightly and said, "Seventh sister! ”

The white-robed woman said, "It's been ten years." ”

The man in black said lightly: "There are still two days left." ”

"What's wrong with your hair? What the hell is going on? Where are you? Why hasn't there been news for ten years? Did you know that your soul card almost shattered, and we all went crazy? Bully stepped forward, the white-robed woman asked anxiously.

After being silent for a while, the man in black raised his head, his long hair was scattered, and said a little dazedly: "I don't know where I am." ”

Suddenly, the woman's mouth opened wide in shock, her voice trembled a little, and said, "Your face...... How so? ”

"Who hurt you?" Suddenly stepping forward, she could only grasp the nothingness. The person in front of him is old, full of vicissitudes, and sloppy. Is this Yan Guyang, the handsome and dashing Yan Guyang.

Yan Guyang took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

The white-robed woman scolded, "You bastard! Why don't you know anything, looking at the heavenly soul, there are still a few people who can hurt you. ”

How many people can hurt me?

Yan Guyang smiled, leaned back and laughed, and said, "I used to be arrogant and dared to ask who in the world could hurt me. It wasn't until this face told me what it meant to sit in a well and watch the sky that I knew that this world was too small. You know, the other party is just a projection, not even a doppelganger, and I became what I am today. Someone is still here to save me, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to catch even half a move. ”

The white-robed woman's face turned pale, and she shook her head and said, "Impossible, there is no such person." ”

Without explanation, Yan Guyang was silent for a while, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe it.

That night, he covered the sky with his hands, smashed the stars with one palm, tore the void with his bare hands, and fought alone until the sky was stained with blood. That kind of style, how many cultivators dream of it.

He is not man, he is God.

Those so-called masters, in front of him, are simply a joke.

Tomorrow is the ten-year period, will things really be as he said?

That's it, even if the cultivation is declining every day, and the face is getting older day by day, so what. The monk was already going against the sky, thinking that at the beginning, he was just a mortal. As long as he doesn't die, one day, he will still be the handsome and dashing Yan Guyang, who makes people talk about it and is frightened.

Inadvertently glanced down the mountain, he untied the wine jug on his waist and poured it wildly, and his heart: mixed tastes, open-mindedness: suddenly enlightened.

"You're married?" Following his gaze, the woman's face turned pale. In a thatched hut on the mountainside, smoke was rising, and a young man was making a fire to cook.

"His name is Wind Play."

……

Thatched cottage.

A plate of crisp beans and snacks, a few green leaves and a soup, and half a bowl of animal jerky are dinner.

Wind Play had just finished the meal, and before it could be served, he heard hurried footsteps from outside the door.

"Stinky boy, let you go to sell medicine in exchange for some wine to drink, how can you go all day, don't you know that my old man can't live without wine?"

"Uncle Yan, you're back."

"Don't interrupt, be honest."

"I ......" Feng played with a heart, very simply, and said: "I went to see Zhao Shi, I promised him that I would go to see him to participate in the assessment, I can't lose my word." Okay, punish me! ”

"Eat!"

"Huh? You won't punish me? "Feng Yu has a little drum in his heart, and the old man seems to be a little wrong today.

"Punish you? Why punish you, promise to keep, it's a good thing, come, eat. ”

"Really unpunished?"

"No punishment! Come, have a drink with me, and surprise you after the drink. ”