"These people who came out of the small door, they all have a common place on them, I don't know if you have found it. ”

"How is this possible?" Zhu Shiwen said loudly, these teenagers who are lining up here are all selected by the Qingyan Sect in the vast realm, the Tianyuan Continent is vast, and the area of the Dongfang Yang Heaven Realm alone is boundless, these people are all from different places, and about three people are selected from each location, because they live in different regions and different living environments, these new disciples have different clothes, and there are obvious differences in body skin and appearance characteristics, how can there be the same place!

"It was impossible before, but they have all experienced this disciple grading hall, and when they come out, they will have the same point!"

Su San stretched out a hand and handed it to Zhu Shiwen's eyes, his thumb and index finger approached, made a gesture at him, and then said:

"It's just a little bit the same. ”

"What's the difference?" Zhu Shiwen looked at Su San and asked.

"When they entered the main hall, they must have conducted some kind of test, and one of these tests must be a test of fist strength!"

"You see that these people, whether they are left or right, always have a red protrusion on the back of one hand, which means that they have used their fists to attack inside, and that's why they leave this trace. ”

Su San looked at Zhu Shiwen, with a kind of confidence in his eyes, and said lightly.

Zhu Shiwen looked at the disciples who came out of the small door with a pair of eyes, and sure enough, he saw that one of these people had traces of boxing on his hand, and he also carefully found that those who were in high spirits when they came out only had some faint red marks on their hands, and those who were a little lost when they came out had more than just red marks on their hands, and some of them even broke their skin and bled out.

"It turns out that's what they have in common. Zhu Shiwen suddenly realized at this time, then why didn't he tell me this point when he pestered a disciple who came out of the small door to ask him before?

Zhu Shiwen tilted his head and thought about it carefully, the right hand of the person before seemed to be shrunk in his sleeve the whole time, and the wooden card held in his left hand seemed to be a word B. Thinking of this, Zhu Shiwen completely figured it out.

.........

"What's your name?"

Su San walked into the main hall slowly, and found that there were many small rooms in the main hall, he walked into a room at random, and found that there was a middle-aged man in his thirties sitting in front of a desk, and the other party looked up at Su San in front of him and asked his name.

"Su San. ”

Su San's response was short and powerful, and the middle-aged man couldn't help but look up at Su San more.

"What kind of cultivation realm are you?" The middle-aged man was holding a brush in his hand, and there was a roster in front of the desk, which should be recording some information about these new disciples.

"The double pinnacle of body refining!" replied Su San.

"Do you have any special talents?" The middle-aged man asked as usual, he was here to record some simple information about these new disciples, according to their cultivation realm when they came and whether they had special talents, to divide them into grades, disciples of different levels can enjoy different treatment, although Qingyan Sect is one of the four major sects in the world, and the foundation in the sect is extremely profound, but it will not be arrogant enough to give ordinary disciples and excellent disciples the same treatment, not to mention, there are actually more turmoil in the cultivation world than in the secular world, if you want to get more resources, everything depends on strength to speak！

"There is no special talent. Su San said calmly.

When the middle-aged man heard Su San's answer, he didn't have any surprised looks, people with special talents must not have met so easily, he had been here for five days, and all the disciples had rushed to Qingyan Sect one after another, but counting the time, these new disciples should be the last batch today, but he had not even met a disciple with special talents in these five days.

"Do you see that black stone?" The middle-aged man looked to the side, motioned for Su San to look over there, and then said:

"Let's briefly test your strength here, use your strongest hand, and send out a punch with all your strength to attack this stone!"

"It's a stone?"

Su San stared at the middle-aged man in front of him with wide eyes.

From the time he entered the door just now, he noticed that in the corner of this room, there was a jelly-like black object, the volume of this thing was almost two meters high and two meters wide, and the whole was irregularly shaped, only one side was slightly flat, the other party actually said that it was a stone, looking at this elastic "stone", Su San's expression was a little hesitant.

"Don't worry, this is a strength test stone, it's not something you can break with one punch now, I'll send you a copy of the "Qingyan Law Record" later, which will have a record of this stone, now you just have to send the strongest punch, go!"

The middle-aged man had obviously said this many times, and he was obviously a little impatient at this time.

Now I know that this "stone" should be more special, Su San didn't talk nonsense at the moment, walked directly to the side of the stone, separated his feet into a stable figure-eight horse step, sank dantian, waist and horse unity, drove the big crotch with the calf muscles and bones, reached the upper body, punched out, and smashed on the stone in front of him!

There was no cracking sound, just now when his right fist just touched this stone, Su San's first feeling was that this stone was particularly soft, and he punched it out, as if hitting cotton, but when he scored another point, a sense of blockage arose, increasing geometrically, until Su San's right fist was no longer able to score half a point.

At this time, he looked closely, and saw that a small half of his fist had been submerged in this strength test stone.

"The strength of the fist did not enter the first-level strength test stone by four centimeters, and the preliminary strength level was determined to be the level of B. ”

The middle-aged man glanced at the fist prints on the stone, read the results in his mouth, and quickly wrote on the booklet on the desk with a brush in his hand.

.........

Su San came out of the small door on the side of the main hall with a wooden card, before the five of them entered the main hall almost at the same time, but when they came out, they found that the other four people were already waiting for him at the exit, and to his surprise, there was a huge figure standing with Chunyang and them.

Su San saw that they seemed to have a good conversation, but when the chubby figure saw him coming out of the small door, he immediately greeted Su San.

"Brother Su, you finally came out, how is it, what level of disciple is Brother Su now?"

Zhu Shiwen walked to Su San's side, came to Chunyang's location with him, and asked in Su San's ear as if he was familiar.

"I'm a second-grade disciple!"

Su San showed a wooden card in his hand, this wooden card is only the size of a palm, the overall color is cyan, there is a red circle in the middle of the wooden card, and there is a black B character in the middle of the circle, which represents his identity as a B-level disciple.

"The three of us are Class A!" Chunyang stood between Xue Chong and Dong Jie, revealing a wooden plaque with the word A in his hand, the style of the wooden card was the same as Su San's, but the word B in the red circle changed to A.

"I'm A, too!"

The fat man suddenly appeared in front of Su San, holding a wooden card in his hand and handing it to Su San's eyes, his face was excited, and his chubby hand couldn't wait to hit Su San's face directly.

"You can all be Class A?"

Su San held the B-level wooden card in his hand, and looked at the wooden card representing the A-level disciple in front of him with a surprised expression, as well as Zhu Shiwen, who was obviously in excitement.

"That's, don't look at who I am, I'm a genius with a talent for defense!"

Speaking of this, Zhu Shiwen held up the wooden plaque symbolizing the first-class disciple with his left hand in front of him, slapped his chest with his right hand, and the flesh on his body was shaken by both sides of his pat, and he couldn't tell whether the position of his chin or neck was raised high, and he said proudly.