"It's been almost a month since this fire was raised, right?" Zongtian, who had made up his mind, found Cheng Fang again.

"Pretty much." And Cheng Fang obviously cares more about the work at hand, so his answer is somewhat perfunctory.

"It's been a month, and it's time to stimulate your enthusiasm."

Zongtian's words seemed a little inexplicable, after all, there was a group of busy people around him, and Cheng Fang rolled his eyes at Zongtian at this time.

"If you have something to say, let's just say it."

"I want to hold another assessment, and this is also to give those onlookers a chance, I always feel a little sorry for them." While saying this, Zongtian sighed slightly.

"Excuse me?" Cheng Fang looked at the so-called onlookers next to him, which of them was not being trained? It would be a big joke to say that Zong Tian mistreated his apprentice.

"Whatever you want."

Zongtian is inexplicable from time to time, and Cheng Fang has long been accustomed to it. Whether he really had this intention, or just said it casually, Cheng Fang didn't think he would change anything because of it anyway. But speaking of which, adding a sense of crisis, it seems to be a helpful thing to improve the sword-forging skills, right?

"What about the assessment?"

"You are the master, of course you have the final say."

Although Zongtian at this time seems to have succeeded in his treacherous scheme, his previous words are not groundless, and Zongtian at this time really wants to give those people some opportunities, after all, the assessment he set before is still somewhat unreliable.

The things that have been decided will naturally be done, and Zongtian also attracted the attention of all the students at this time.

"Assessment." After getting straight to the point, he naturally explained, "There is obviously something wrong with an assessment, and I have seen more potential people among you, and in the next few days, I will check your learning progress one by one." ”

"Since it's an assessment, please be mentally prepared, after all, there will be advances and retreats, but I still hope that none of you will be kicked out." Such words are naturally a few joys and a few sorrows, but the people who were originally a little sad also relaxed again after a short period of thought. After all, in Zongtian's classroom, the treatment of bystanders is also excellent.

"Cheng Fang, you divide everyone into groups, and you just take the opportunity to rectify the order on the fire."

Hearing such words, Cheng Fang finally understood why Zongtian had discussed with him before, and what you said was also to block his mouth firmly at this time.

When Cheng Fang was busy, Zongtian also became an ordinary student at this time, and the possibility that he had told him before the soul creation could finally be practiced. At this time, Zongtian seemed to have really become a beginner, and the soul training he did at this time could only be described as clumsy. It's just that behind that rough technique, Zongtian's soul energy has carved extremely deep traces on the material of the sword.

Although this was Zongtian's first attempt, with his familiarity with the soul temper, he was also keenly aware that his strength in the soul tempering had indeed grown.

"It's done!" Just as Zongtian was immersed in his own research, an angry voice woke him up.

"Good work." But in the face of Cheng Fang, who was a little impatient, Zongtian showed a smile, after all, that kind of work was indeed imposed on the other party by himself.

After a brief look at the distribution of Cheng Fang, Zongtian was also a little impressed. Although he was completely impatient before, Cheng Fang's work can only be described as rigorous. In Cheng Fang's planning, the grouping was not to distribute 300 people evenly on each fire, but he made a slight distinction between the students of each class.

For those who passed the assessment, Cheng Fang gave some preferential treatment according to the degree of passing, and such preferential treatment is not only harmless, but also creates some taste of healthy competition.

At the forefront were naturally the seven people that Zongtian knew well, and then in the list of auditors, Zongtian also found Jiang Ming's name. Now that Cheng Fang has finished his work, it is time to be busy after that. According to that list, Zongtian first skipped the first seven people.

After all, the assessment at this time is to know the level that these students have reached, and the people who have been paying attention to him all the time, Zongtian is naturally well aware, and this kind of operation also makes Jiang Ming move forward a lot all of a sudden.

With the beginning of the assessment, the performance of the students was similar to what Zongtian thought, and those onlookers basically mastered the feeling of casting in this month's time. And as Zongtian looked over one by one, it was finally Jiang Ming's turn to be in the back position.

"Teacher." Just when everyone was just meditating, Jiang Ming made a somewhat abrupt sound.

"Say." Although it is a little abrupt, this can be called a casual assessment, and it is naturally allowed to speak out.

"Teacher, you also know, I came a little late, so ......" Jiang Ming's voice turned out to be smaller and smaller.

"So what?"

"So can I give up this assessment first?"

"Although there is some truth in what you said, you have also seen that although the things that are being carried out at this time are called assessments, they are no different from ordinary exercises."

"But I haven't tried it once." Jiang Ming's face actually had a look of horror.

"But you're going to have to start too."

Zongtian's encouragement seemed to make Jiang Ming hesitate a little, and the people behind him also gossiped. Such a situation obviously made Jiang Ming even more flustered, but at this time, he understood that if he wanted to get out of such a dilemma, he could only start the first attempt at this time.

Finally mustered up the courage at this time, and Jiang Ming also stood in front of the green flame. After taking a deep breath quietly, Jiang Ming also had some of the same appearance as he had been in the previous assessment. Quietly picked up a piece of material, Jiang Ming directly inserted his hand into the fire, as the first attempt, such an act seemed a bit reckless, but Jiang Ming's face was as usual.

As the material was slowly burned red by the flames, Jiang Ming also slowly closed his eyes at this time. Soul energy began to gather in Jiang Ming's hands, and the material full of soul energy actually swelled up faintly. It's not just those students who look like this, even Zong Tian is a little curious.

At first, it was only faintly noticed, then it was visibly expanded, but then, the material shrank like a balloon that had been blown up. With a sonorous sound, the material turned directly into a sword embryo.