Even though they were unwilling, they couldn't twist their arms and thighs, and those ten disciples of the outer village who were angry and jealous of the world complained in a low voice, but they had to follow Qiu Han's footsteps and walked outside the main hall.

At this time, the main hall of the inner village seems to have become a conversion station, and when they entered it before, several people were full of vigor and vigor, but at this time, they were about to come out of it, but they were particularly depressed, but even so, in their eyes, the disciples dressed as servants surrounded by the door were still unsightly existences.

The people around are not stupid, of course, they can detect something from the eyes of these people, so they are angry and angry, forcibly suppressed, and they are all waiting for the assessment to start and show their skills in front of these few boys who don't know the height of the sky.

And Jing Chong, who was mixed in the crowd, was extraordinarily open at this time, while constantly excited in his heart, he inexplicably felt a little more pity, although these people in front of him were hung with halos, but they didn't know that behind the glory, it was easy to cause irreparable decline.

Often it is easy for a person to adapt to the defeat to victory, but once the gap between the high-rise buildings is the most difficult to accept, so at this time, he is more pity for the few people in front of him who have endured such ups and downs? If you have real talent and learning, you are lucky enough to keep your identity as a disciple, it is okay to say, but if it is just a lot of money, no one can escape such a dilemma, this is actually a level, a real test for people.

Thinking of this, Jing Chong's heart was also a little lucky, although he didn't get the dazzling aura, but he didn't integrate into the arrogant team, he directly entered the inner village as a servant, and the so-called starting point became much lower, but once such an effort succeeded, it would only make himself more dazzling, even if it was a failure, it would be difficult for people to notice his existence, which in itself could be regarded as a blessing and a curse.

Quietly watching the continuous advance of the ten-person team, under the leadership of the gray-clothed old man who looked to be no more than fifty years old, the circle of everyone continued to advance, and finally converged to the red felt clearing that had been set up before.

Jing Chong chose a relatively private corner and stopped, although the distance was far, the whole scene was still in full view, especially Qiu Han, the fourth master, and his true face was also unobstructed.

He was a fifty-year-old man in the prime of life, but at this time he looked like a young man of about forty years old at most, with a pair of big eyes and bright eyes, and a heroic and pleasant sword eyebrows.

Seeing this, Jing Chong completely changed his view of the family in Neizhai, and thought that every high-level person here would be like an imaginary immortal flying into the sky and the earth, but he never imagined that they were also flesh-and-blood mortals, and they were no different from themselves, not much different.

But what is the difference between him and ordinary cultivators? For a moment, Jing Chong was extremely curious, staring at each other with a pair of eyes, wishing that he could see the other party's methods, just like when he met Ji Ya, he rose into the air calmly.

Obviously, such an extravagant hope is impossible to achieve in a short period of time, so at this time, he can only wait patiently, after all, for him now, the more important thing is whether he can have a real place to live.

"The rules of the assessment are very simple, I am not biased, our servants from the inner village have the opportunity to challenge these ten disciples from the outer village, but the premise is that there are only ten places, that is to say, among so many of our servants, only so many top people have the opportunity to fight with these ten, but as for how to distinguish a top person, you still need to compare yourself!

Qiu Han's words were very simple and direct, so direct that they were speechless, his meaning was very clear, among so many onlookers of servants, there were all kinds of people, he couldn't let everyone come to the stage to fight with the ten outer village disciples one by one, so the easiest way was to draw ten equally top talents from so many people to be qualified to fight against them, and the quota of these ten people required a duel between the servants.

In the face of such a rule, Jing Chong could only choose to bear it silently, which may be the difference between a servant and a disciple.

Ordinary servants not only do not have formal martial arts and tricks to cultivate, but also do not attract the slightest attention from others, and even their lives are in the hands of others at any time, so that the future also requires a hundred times their own efforts to have a chance to be reversed.

It is no wonder that there are so many servants who are full of swear and despair, each of them has a dream, but they are not allowed to show themselves because of a moment of misstep or momentary frustration, but once given the opportunity, everyone will be like a storm to stimulate all their potential.

"Under the Lower Divine Knife Ju Ba Dao Ling Battle Seat, the servant Hu Yi Dao, is Brother Tai willing to fight with me!"

As soon as Qiu Han's words fell, Jing Chong felt a clear shouting sound not far from beside him, and his body was stunned, Jing Chong hurriedly turned around, and when he saw a burly young man behind him dancing with a steel knife, he was eager to try, but his mind moved inexplicably, and he wanted to go forward to talk to him, but at this moment, a thin and withered young man in green clothes beside him greeted him with a long sword and smiled.

"Brother Hu is fortunate to be lucky, grinding sword boy Miao Renfeng under the seat of the Wind Sword Prince, and learning a little bit of thick legs and clumsy feet from the Wind Sword Boy, and I will come to show off today!"

As he spoke, the man named Miao Renfeng waved the long sword in his hand to meet him, and the two young men who were one tall and one boy fought each other with their swords.

In the same place, Jing Chong stood blushing for a long time before he came back to his senses from the accident just now, it turned out that he had been in this place for so long, and no one was willing to compete with him, was he really so inconspicuous?

It seems that sometimes a person's appearance is also pleasing to a person's achievements, and the most basic thing is that he is now, which is really too unnoticeable.

"Hey, Brother Zhao, let's also compare a few tricks!"

Soon, there were several people around Jing Chong who had found opponents one after another, those with knives and guns, and those with guns took guns.

In desperation, Jing Chong simply spread his hands and chose to wait and see, come on, wait until everyone is almost done, and then find a master to pick up the ready-made.

"Hey, it's really different, this kind of battle is really the first time in my life! There are no rules at all! This is a scuffle at all!"

And the ten disciples of the outer village who were surrounded in the middle watched the battles break out one after another, and they all looked at each other, revealing a touch of horror.

But more is still happy and proud, after all, everyone knows that after such a battle, even if it is the last person to stand out, its physical strength must have a great consumption, and even if it is a powerful and incomparable existence, if you want to challenge yourself who wins all, you will inevitably lose the wind, so that they will have a great chance to protect themselves!

Thinking of this, the top ten disciples suddenly became excited, but they never knew that in this melee competition, there were really so many different people who were emerging.