After a small turmoil, Jing Chong entered the long line with the "No. 41" number plate in his hand.

Even though he was extremely worried about Nie Haiyuan and the others in his heart, he was also a little relieved at this time, after all, it was better to sweep the thatched house than to lose his qualifications.

Shaking his head helplessly, he simply turned his gaze to the depths of the main hall, secretly saving for the test he was going to face next.

Although the queue of more than forty people is not long, the waiting is unusually slow, after all, the time required for this person to enter it is also extremely large, so after waiting for a whole afternoon, there are still more than ten people in this long procession.

However, in this process, Jing Chong also carefully observed the many people who entered the hall, although they entered in batches, but until now no one has come out, such a scene made him even more puzzled.

Could it be that all the people who entered the hall for testing were included?

Full of doubts surfaced in his heart, but Jing Chong, who was worried, could only bear the torment alone.

I don't know how long it took, but the long procession gradually moved forward, and finally when it was approaching dusk, my footsteps approached the steps of the main hall.

But at this moment, Jing Chong suddenly turned his head and looked around, and walked back from a corner of the courtyard of the teaching hall, one fat and one thin, looking at the embarrassed appearance of the two, Jing Chong secretly sighed.

But then he realized that wherever the two of them were dancing with their eyebrows, they all ushered in evasive glances.

"It stinks!"

Finally, someone still spoke their minds, but the two of them didn't care at all, and walked straight towards the side hall where they had received the number plate before.

At this time, the female deacon on duty was still waiting there, and when she saw the two of them so honored, she unconsciously slowly showed a smile, "Nie Haiyuan, Zou Cang, No. 49 and 50 plates, hurry up and take them!"

casually threw the number plate into the hands of the two, and the woman lifted the curtain and entered the side hall.

The faces of the two people who got the number plate were overjoyed, and then they shook Jing Chong, who was about to enter the main hall, and Sa Yazi ran to the end of the line, and he didn't forget to comfort himself in joy, "It's really bitter!"

As soon as the words fell, they were greeted with a group of disgusted eyes.

"Patrol the cottage Jingchong, enter the main hall!"

At this moment, the shouts of the deacons came from his ears, and Jing Chong, who was still smiling at Nie Haiyuan and the others just now, suddenly turned around with a serious face and turned to face the direction of the main hall, held the iron number plate with both hands and handed it over, and walked towards the main hall with his head held high.

This short dozens of steps are extraordinarily long for Jing Chong, every step he takes, he feels his heart constantly fluttering, it is simply unreasonable to say that he is not excited, after all, he knows that this is the beginning of everything for him, only by passing the tests here, he can smoothly step into the path of cultivation, and at the same time, the blood feud of his parents can no longer be far away.

Thinking about it, his face became more and more solemn, a pair of bright eyes were as bright as stars, and he tried his best to calm his emotions and stepped into the hall step by step.

At this time, the main hall was already brightly lit and bright as day, and as soon as he entered it, Jing Chong was surprised by the special formation.

The first thing that caught my eye was the black crowd that had entered it before, more than forty teenagers, divided into four rows Chen Li and on both sides, each with their hands behind their backs, neatly and neatly, reflecting the whole atmosphere extremely seriously.

On the faces of this group of young men and women from all walks of life, all of them were silent and expressionless, and they all stopped breathing, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

Although it was only a brief glance, Jing Chong still lowered his head in the second row on the left to see Zhai Juan's daughter, who was also full of arrogance, she was looking at herself with disdain.

Not daring to meet his eyes too much, Jing Chong hurriedly raised his head, and in the direction facing him, there were three tables and chairs, and on the tables and chairs, there were three old men in a dignified manner.

said to be an old man, in fact, he is only in his fifties, all of them have stiff bodies, and they are lofty, only the miscellaneous beards are slightly white, and the one sitting in the middle looks the most serious, with a cyan face, not angry and self-assured, a pair of bright eyes that are shining, making people dare not look directly, and the person on his left side is also expressionless, but the only difference is that this person is a white-faced old man, not only that, but even the facial features can be regarded as the superior among the three, the same two eyes are like electricity, which makes people shudder.

To the right of the blue-faced old man was a black-faced old man, his skin was so black that even Jing Chong, who thought he was as black as coal, was a little ashamed.

However, this person is a little darker, but what cannot be concealed is a strong righteousness.

In addition, the three old men were almost all in gray robes, and if it weren't for the different skin colors of the three of them, it would still be difficult to accurately distinguish the difference.

But from the mention of Mao Dahu's journey, Jing Chong still took the lead in thinking of the identities of the three people, the three hall masters of the art hall, from left to right, the white-faced judge Leng Yu, the iron-faced Yan Luo Wu Qing, and the black-faced god Weng Xue Ming.

These three have always been proud of themselves, sitting in the art hall for more than ten years, and many talents are from their hands, therefore, in this huge blood knife village, it can really be said that they are full of success and respect, and even the three masters of the village are courteous to them.

Moreover, the three hall masters have their own strengths, there are inside the master, there are also outside the master, there are both internal and external double cultivation, and the teaching of martial arts is also different from person to person, according to the aptitude of teaching, so the disciples who come out of the hall of instruction are all human beings.

It is for this reason that the prestige of the art hall has a pivotal position in both the outer and inner villages.

Feeling the solemnity of the oncoming face, Jing Chong only felt that his knees were weak and weak, and almost subconsciously he knelt on the ground, and his mouth couldn't help but shout loudly, "The ninth shed patrol cottage Jing Chong has seen the three hall masters!"

After the salute, Jing Chong listened quietly, but after a long time, he heard a cold voice from the opposite side.

"Get up!"

Although there were not many words, they were still extremely useful in Jing Chong's ears, but when he saw him bow again, he picked up his clothes and stood up, and secretly glanced at it to know that the speaker was Wu Qing, the blue-faced old man in the middle, and he didn't dare to look up too much, he could only stand with his eyes down and wait for the next test arrangement.

"Second brother, it's up to you!"

Then, when he heard Wu Qing's voice again, he immediately heard the sound of a wooden chair hitting the ground, and then saw a burly figure standing up.

Only then did Jing Chong dare to raise his head and stare at it, and the person who came towards him was the white-faced old man on the left, Leng Yu.

"I've seen the Second Hall Master!"

Although Jing Chong was not sure of the other party's identity, he could only bow hard.

"Well, no need to be polite, look up at me!"

Leng Yu's wide sleeved robe was waved to greet Jing Chong, and then he heard a slightly kind voice in his ears, and he didn't dare to have the slightest slackness, he hurriedly stared at Leng Yu.

"Look at me!"

There is no extra fancy, Leng Yu stepped forward and looked at Jing Chong with four eyes, although they are the same eyes, but they can release different light from them, especially such a powerful existence as Leng Yu, a pair of eyes can not only release unprecedented pressure, but also condense into a sharp sword, crazy piercing people's hearts.

Coupled with his expressionless words, it made people feel even more cold, and they trembled unconsciously.

"Look at me!"

Almost in a commanding tone, Leng Yu stared at Jing Chong's eyes again, but this time his voice completely touched Jing Chong's hidden stubbornness, a pair of deep eyes full of resentment and fierceness, flashing like a steel knife, frantically slashing towards the sword.

"With such sharp eyes, you can see that you are a person with a story!"

After a long time, Leng Yu's words lingered in Jing Chong's ears again, which made Jing Chong's body tremble again, and slowly twitched his mouth, and his face sank.

"Can you see that?"

I don't know what's going on, at the moment when he met Leng Yu's eyes, Jing Chong's heart suddenly became stronger, he completely forgot his situation, in his mind, such a look was unusually familiar, so that he only glanced at it, and he sprouted endless hatred and resentment.

"Good, that's how it feels!"

Leng Yu admired while staring at Jing Chong with sharper eyes, as if he was about to eat it alive, which made people's hearts palpitate.

However, at this time, Jing Chong was like an angry blood wolf, the original cowardly gaze no longer existed, but suddenly a fire of uncontrollable hatred jumped out, it was stoic and powerful, but it was indomitable, although in the face of a strong enemy, there was still no intention of retreating.

"Such a strong heart, bold and condensed, it is really a malleable talent! It's just a pity...... ”

Halfway through the conversation, he saw that the cold rain suddenly retracted his face, shook his head helplessly, but turned around and retreated to his seat.