Sang Sang eliminated all the enemy troops and left the test space, and found that she was the only one left on the entire martial arts stage, and all the audience's eyes were focused on her, feeling a little uncomfortable, looking down to check her results, and saw that it was the second place who raised her eyebrows in surprise, and then gave a farewell salute to the four directions, and came to sit down in the luxurious seat that belonged to her.

Senna kept telling her how many geniuses there were among the competitors, and her excellence was not remarkable at all, so she was afraid that she would capsize in the gutter and be trampled on at the first level, but she didn't expect to win the second place.

It's a pity that the Emperor of Heaven can break the record, she can't even get the first place on the scene, let alone break the record, if she is given a few years, it will be about the same.

In the final analysis, Sang Sang still has arrogance in her heart, especially when the Emperor of Heaven puts pressure on her.

"Sister Momiji, congratulations on passing the physical skills test."

The delicate voice came into his ears, and at the same time, a green branch passed through the spatial barrier and came to Sangsang's side, and the two leaf buds at the top shook gently, reminding people of green buds, and couldn't help but smile.

Sang Sang turned his head and said to the little tree on the side: "Chiba, congratulations on winning the tenth place." ”

The little tree man pouted: "I was originally a seed candidate, and I should have entered the tenth place, but unfortunately you are still two points away from surpassing Baizhu." ”

When Baizhu looked at it, his eyes were like a pair of rare ice jade, which was sparkling and made people's hearts calm.

The vines on Chiba's head stood up, and he opened his teeth and claws towards Baizhu: "Look at it, I'm not wrong." ”

Baizhu didn't look at Chiba, he still looked at Sangsang fixedly, and nodded slightly: "Looking forward to the spiritual test on the first day of the fire month, I'll wait for you." ”

Sang Sang also nodded: "Same as the expectation." ”

Spiritual magic is soul spell, the second level of reselection.

The number of people under the re-selection is uncertain, according to the previous session, it is about three or four times the final candidate, so calculated, the number of people who can enter the re-selection is the lowest thirty-nine and the highest is fifty-two, and there are only more than 50 basic items in this physical test with an average score of less than six points are unsuccessful. However, judging from the data, three or four times the number of three out of the two hundred candidates for the Holy Son is nine to twelve, and the chance of about five percent is very high, and the chance of choosing thirty or forty out of the eight hundred candidates for the Holy Maiden is not low.

The little tree man snorted: "Sister Momiji, why are you taking care of her, she is bullying you." She was born with the law of life, and many adult seniors can't compare to her. ”

"You can't be absent from the spiritual test just because others are strong." Sang Sang lightly tapped the small leaf buds that came around, turned his hand and took out a cyan bell the size of a pigeon's egg, inside the bell was a healing painting with the combination of light, wood, earth and energy, and he could vaguely see that the small tree inside looked like a thousand leaves.

Chiba shouted happily: "Ah, it's me, it's me, is Sister Momiji going to give it to me?" I'm going to wear it on my head. ”

Originally, everyone was pricking up their ears and secretly paying attention to this side, because of Chiba's voice, the other candidates couldn't help but look at it, and they couldn't help but be surprised when they saw the bell in Sangsang's hand, especially Brownwin, who was even more shocked in his heart.

The cyan color is the safety light left on the faith medium after the main brain detects it.

Five months ago, Sang Hongye's faith works were still full of loopholes, but now they have reached the qualification standards of the mastermind? Why does she have time to study in addition to physical arts?

"It's for you, it's just a simple healing work, without the imprint of faith." Sang Sang said seriously: "I want to change back the picture from last time, it is an unqualified work, and there is my mental power in it, I need to take it back." ”

The little tree man didn't answer immediately, he looked at Sangsang, the eyes on his young face were not as innocent as they looked.

Sang Sang kept moving: "I'm sorry, when the green shoots come in the future, I'll introduce you to you." ”

"Good!" The little tree man giggled, and the vines trembled and wrapped a healing painting card and handed it to Sangsang, and at the same time rolled up the cyan bell and put it on seriously: "I like it very much, I haven't shown your work to others, don't give away important things next time." ”

"Thank you." Sang Sang looked at the painting in her hand, her telekinesis would have flaws even if others disguised it well, the one in front of her was confirmed to be her own work, but she couldn't be sure if there were other secret marks in it, so she still put it away separately and went back to the teacher to see it and destroy it.

I don't know how many people who have been paying attention to this matter in their hearts and secretly scolding Chiba for being stupid, Sang Hongye is obviously a strong competitor, and he actually sent back the shortcomings that he had already received, and it was really a wooden head.

The blessing ceremony on the stage has begun, and the second seat of the Holy Son is carried out first.

Sangsang looked at Senna's position, met Xiao Jin's gaze from afar, and then focused on the stage, carefully watching the blessing ceremony, which she also needs in the future.

The blessing ceremony is more like a group of interstellar superstars performing together, and the martial arts arena is a stage for the saints and daughters to show their charms.

The second holy son performed a song without lyrics, his voice seemed to pass through the universe with an indescribable vastness, as his voice sounded, the entire starry sky arena became dead silent, darkness shrouded the entire square, people's eyes, ears, mouths and noses became decorations, and even consciousness began to freeze, only a humming voice still sounded in the heart.

Suddenly, the low groan suddenly rose up, the clear shout woke up everything, the universe was waking up, a light exploded from the center of the martial arts arena, the black receded, the holy light was dazzling, the first star of the universe was born, and in the center of the star stood a tall young man, the scepter in his hand was raised high, and countless stars flew around him, at this moment, he was the core of the universe......

The second holy son brought all the audience an auditory and visual enjoyment, and when he left the scene, he gave everyone a blessing of vitality.

The surprise of the opening made the next performances much more colorful, but for the candidates, every senior is beyond their reach now.

Some people sing, which makes people's hearts clear and elevated; Some people dance, which is fascinating, and finally awakens with an epiphany; Someone planted a tree, and the fruit was enough for everyone present to eat, which was the spiritual fruit that could sort out the inner energy; Someone dances a sword technique, the sharp sword aura makes people close their eyes, and everyone who opens their eyes has an extra sword intent in their hearts, maybe one day they can comprehend their advanced Xuan level intention from that sword intent; Someone plays a tune, it is the sound of the battlefield, it makes people's blood boil, and they have a seed of courage in their hearts, and when faced with battle, that courage will sprout......

The Holy Maiden of Hundred Flowers is also dancing, she flies in the low altitude, every time her toes fall, a piece of flowers and green grass grows on the ground, and it didn't take long for the entire martial arts arena to be covered with a carpet of flowers, and there are more than a hundred kinds of flowers, more than a thousand kinds. The wind blows, and countless pollen flies up, forming clouds and mist that slowly drift to the audience, condensing into a double-petaled 'empty silver flower' in front of each audience, penetrating the spatial barrier and falling into the hands of individuals.