"Who of you knows, what will be tested in this freshman assessment? Say it and share it, when it's time for the assessment, you can take care of each other!"

Not far from him, a sturdy young man said.

"It's really hard to say. It is said that the assessment of this freshman has always been varied, and it is not the same every year. It's really hard to guess what you're going to do this year!"

Another black-faced young man from the same county as him said.

"Don't worry about it, it's good for you to tell what you know and give it to everyone's reference!" another young man began.

"Okay!" the black-faced young man nodded, "There are three forms of assessment that I know. ”

"The first is to directly put the new life in a mountain forest full of demon beasts. Take the number of demon beasts killed as the passing criterion. The black-faced youth said.

"Well, we've heard of that, too!"

The young people around nodded frequently, and their faces also showed a hint of solemnity.

The degree of danger of this assessment is naturally self-evident. On the one hand, you have to fight against powerful monsters, and on the other hand, you have to beware of sneak attacks from candidates.

After all, the pass rate is out there. For the sake of the final place, people tend to do whatever it takes, and it will become extremely common for brothers to fight against the wall and stab them in the back. Human nature is really too insignificant at that time.

And this kind of assessment is undoubtedly an absolute advantage for those big families. The fate of a small family or a loose cultivator is a little worrying.

"The second type is to fight the King Tower!" said the black-faced youth, "This is a bit similar to the eighteenth-layer hell assessment we experienced before. It's just that its difficulty is much more difficult than the eighteenth layer hell assessment!"

"Isn't it!"

As soon as this remark came out, it caused an uproar.

These people know how terrible the eighteen layers of hell are. And now, the difficulty of this battle tower is even more difficult than the eighteenth layer of hell, how can this not make people smell and change.

"How hard is it? Can you give me an example?" someone in the crowd chimed in.

"yes, to be specific, it can give us an idea!" the people chimed in.

"It is said that the tower is not guarded by humans, but by war puppets. The black-faced young man said, "The strength of this battle puppet is set according to the strongest of the people who broke through the King Tower in the past dynasties, and if a descendant breaks the record, its strength will increase accordingly." At present, there are three towers available for assessment, and the record holders of these three towers are the Sword Saint Snow Burial Heaven, the Sword Saint Beigong Chen, and the Saint Emperor Xiao Lingfeng!"

"What did you say!"

Suddenly, the crowd around them fell silent.

The Sword Saint Snow Burial Heaven, the Sword Saint Beigong Chen, the Saint Emperor Xiao Lingfeng, and the three major family legends of the Lord of the War King Palace, two are already legends, and one is a legend. The three of them are the insurmountable peaks of the three descendants. But now, the Battle King Tower is going to face off against the three legends of the former youth, how can this be fought?

Not only everyone, but even Yang Xiao showed surprise at this moment.

However, unlike the shock of others, he felt his blood boiling.

Ever since he heard the rumors of two brothers who had never met, he had always wanted to learn from them. Even when he walked with Xiao Lingfeng, he couldn't help but have an impulse in his heart.

And now, when he knew that the King Tower of the Battle could still face off with the three senior brothers in disguise, the joy in his heart was even more conceivable.

The silence lasted for a while before people came to their senses.

However, many people have lost interest in other assessment methods, so no one asks the black-faced young man about the third assessment method.

At this moment, I heard a deep and majestic bell sound above the dome of the new life hall. It seems to be a natural sound from the universe, and it makes people feel awe-inspiring.

Everyone raised their heads one after another, even Lu Shenyuan, who had been closing his eyes to recuperate, Kong Wu, who was short-tempered, and Nalan Xuan, who had an elegant expression, all stood up straight at this moment, with a hint of respect in their eyes.

"Look!"

I don't know who whispered, and people followed the sound. And in the next second, everyone's eyes froze.

I saw a man and two women, as if falling from the sky, appeared on the rostrum of the new life hall.

The man was a middle-aged man in a golden robe, looking about fifty or sixty years old, with heavy eyebrows, big eyes, a lion's nose and a wide mouth, and a rather majestic appearance. His hair was neatly combed, and he had an inch-long gray beard under his chin.

The news he got from Xiao Lingfeng was that only the elders of the inner courtyard were qualified to wear golden robes. The elders were all dressed in silver robes.

In the past, the foreign elders were generally responsible for the registration of new students.

But today, there is an inner elder. It can be seen that this year's geniuses, both in quantity and quality, are far beyond those of previous years, so the top management of the Martial Saint Academy directly dispatched the inner elders to show their attention.

Of course, if it was just a golden-robed elder, its shocking effect would not be so strong. The reason why people's eyes were frozen was entirely because of the two peerless beauties in front of the golden-robed elder.

The vast majority of the women present were overshadowed by them.

"Huh?"

Just when everyone was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of them, Yang Xiao felt a little surprised in his heart, and said secretly: "Why is she here?"

"In this world, there are such beauties!"

That's the first sentence that pops into almost everyone's mind.

"You see, they are wearing the robes of the disciples of the War King......'s Palace! Could it be that this is the legendary Three Empresses of the Martial Saint Academy!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience boiled.

Every freshman knows that when you come to the Martial Saint Academy, there are three men and three women, and you must know.

The three men are Xue Futian, Beigong Chen and Xiao Lingfeng. And those three women are the three empresses of the War King Palace! Moreover, the various taboos of each empress have almost become the terms of the new life, and they have been memorized by heart long before reporting for duty.

"If I'm not mistaken, the one on the right with a little tiger tooth should be Empress Murong Xiaoxiao, and the one on the left, with a crescent mark on the center of his eyebrows, is Empress Yueyue of Beigong!"

"Yes, yes, it's exactly as it was depicted in the rumors, and I think the real people are more beautiful than the legends!"

"No, no, no, I feel like I'm in love......"

"If you don't want to die, you'd better put away this heart! The empress can only watch from afar, how can she blaspheme!"

..................

For a while, there was a lot of voice, and Murong Xiao and Beigong Yue seemed to have become the focus of everyone's discussion. And Nalan Xuan was extremely low-key at this moment.

As a woman, she naturally understands the jealousy of women over their appearance.

Although in the taboo of the empress, it seems that it is not clearly stated that no one should be more beautiful than them. But anyway, be careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years, and don't be in the limelight at this time!

In the face of people's admiration, Beigong Yue and Murong Xiao looked extremely indifferent, as if they had long been accustomed to this. And they enjoy it too.

Of course, while enjoying it, Murong Xiao's eyes were constantly searching in the crowd.

"Sister, which one is Yang Xiao? Beigong Yue said.

"It's her!" Soon, Murong Xiao found the target next to a pillar and transmitted the message to Beigong Yue.

In the next second, Beigong Yue's gaze also fell on Yang Xiao.

"Heh! It's really a talent!" Beigong Yue smiled.

(End of chapter)