Chapter 239: You're Not Worthy

readx;?ā€œ Boy, you should have come to participate in the assessment of Yuwang Shengyuan, and your grades were not qualified, so you chose to do chores, right?"

Xue Yifan glanced at Ye Tian and said in a tone of pity: "In this way, I will give you a chance, as long as you can ring a big bell, you will go to the Feihong Holy Courtyard with me in the future, how about being my dog?"

"Well, that's a good idea, but it's still a question if I can ring a bell, because I haven't tried it before, so why don't I try it?"

Ye Tian seemed to be smiling, and slowly stood in front of the twenty bells. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, with a loud shout, a violent force **** came out of the palm and hit the big bell closest to him.

"Boom!"

The first bell rang with a heavy sound.

"Hey, it's a miracle that this miscellaneous guy can hit the bell with his internal strength, and make the bell make a heavy sound. ā€

"Isn't it just a sound, we students can do it no matter who we are, what's so strange. ā€

A group of students who arrived later raised their doubts.

According to the usual practice, all students, even if they miss the selection, as long as they arrive at the Yuwang Holy Academy, they have enough talent, and they can still be specially recruited by the Holy Academy.

And Ye Tianfang was turned away, subconsciously, they must have had their talent to the limit.

"Twice!"

"Three times!"

"Four times!"

"Eight Voices......

"Ten times!"

The next moment, the conversation stopped abruptly, and the disdainful smiles on the faces of all the students froze little by little.

I saw that the first big bell was swaying violently under Ye Tian's punch, and it kept hitting the big bell behind it.

The heavy sound of the bell reverberated like a storm, and reverberated again.

"Twelve, how could he strike twelve in one breath?"

The shocking sound stopped, and the figure of the thirteenth bell striking rang again.

"Thirteen!"

"Fourteen!"

"Oh my God, fifteen!"

Some people can't help but wipe their eyes to judge whether what is happening in front of them is real.

At this moment, on the huge freshman square, King Yu and all the freshman tutors of Feihong Shengyuan were all stunned, as if petrified.

"Knock knock!"

With the sound of gasping, three more long bells rang.

"Eighteen rings, eighteen ......"

There was silence in the square, and the pins could be heard.

Everyone stared at Ye Tian in surprise, as if looking at a monster.

The tutors of the Feihong Sacred Academy looked at each other, and there was a hint of horror in each other's eyes.

Ringing the ancient bell eighteen times in a row, only a few hundred people did it in the thousand-year history of the three holy academies, and this Ye Tian turned out to be a hidden character.

"Boom!"

"Nineteen. ā€

Countless students screamed, and there was a lot of gasping everywhere.

Fang was still arrogant, and the expressions on the faces of the students of the invincible Feihong students were like frosted eggplants, and they completely withered.

"It doesn't seem to be ringing!"

Ye Tian pursed his lips and withdrew his hand.

"Boom!"

As if in response to Ye Tian's complaints, the last bell rang under the impact.

"Twenty mouths are ringing, how is this possible? I'm dazzled, right?"

Because of so much shock, some students directly slammed their butts on the ground.

The other old students who came to see the excitement were completely surprised.

At this time, there were no words to describe the horror in their hearts.

Wu Dexin's cloudy eyes fell to the place where Ye Tian was standing, and a gleam appeared in his eyes.

Twenty bells rang in unison, and in the thousand-year history of Yuwang Shengyuan, it seems that there have only appeared three times.

And these three people are all geniuses, and now they have all grown into big people who cover the world.

Right now, this crazy teenager is also one of them?

It can't be a dream, right?

"Who's who, if it's about grades, you should be my dog, right?"

Ye Tian glanced at Xue Yifan, who was pale, and said, "Of course, I don't have the habit of raising a dog, and you are not worthy of being my dog, I can continue to sweep the floor now, right?"

After that, ignoring the strange and unbelievable eyes of the other people around him, he continued to bury his head and began to sweep the floor.

"Your kid is just a sixfold cultivator in the Blood Martial Realm, you must have cheated, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible to ring twenty bells with one punch?"

Xue Yifan stared at Ye Tian in a daze, his brain buzzing.

He is the demon of the Quadruple Heavenly Constellation, cultivating to two small realms higher than Ye Tian, and he only rings fifteen big bells.

And everyone hit it all, how does this make him accept?

The only possibility is to deceive!

The vast majority of other freshmen in the two academies also believe so.

"There are so many people here, tens of thousands of eyes staring, even if I blink my eyelids, there are people counting, right?

Ye Tian said with a smile: "If your ability is not good, don't come out and pretend~ force, just pretend, and be prepared to be slapped in the face, hey, you can't accept either, this state of mind is also poor, and there will definitely be no achievements in the future." ā€

"Boy, I don't know what you used to cheat...... But there's still a test of the blood line, and if you can win against me, it's not too late to show off. ā€

Xue Yifan's breath stagnated, and the green tendons on his forehead suddenly rose up, forcibly pressed down the surging killing intent, and said instead.

"Why bother, I left you the last bit of skin, and I had to take the initiative to stick it over and let the little master smoke his body, hey......"

Ye Tian smacked his lips, came to the Blood Condensation Stone Tablet again, and pressed it with one hand.

The one-person-high blood-condensing stone tablet suddenly emerged with a majestic blood-colored red light, and in an instant, sixty-five blood lines appeared on the surface, clearly visible.

"The Blood Martial Realm is sixfold, sixty-five, five blood lines, this, how is this possible?"

As if seeing a dead soul in broad daylight, everyone present gasped.

Mu Qingge and Mu Xiaoyue had seen the horror of Ye Tian's potential, and only then did they realize that from beginning to end, what they saw was only the tip of the iceberg.

"How? Are you convinced now? You won't accuse me of cheating, right?"

Ye Tian shrugged his shoulders, put his hands behind his back, looked at Xue Yifan, and said slowly.

"No way, I can't lose ......"

Xue Yifan's face was flushed, as if he was slapped by Ye Tian in front of everyone's eyes, and it hurt hotly.

The eyes that stared at Ye Tian were fierce and full of resentment, as if a little hen who had just been holding was ready to fight with the person who stole her eggs.

"Xue Yifan, you think you have extraordinary potential, but you don't know that compared to Ye Tian, you are not even a hair. ā€

Mu Qingge finally raised his eyebrows, and said loudly: "Ye Tian's growth experience can be described as a legend that cannot be replicated. Within three months, from one stage of the accumulation period to twenty-four stages, nine oxen and two tigers were introduced, and the purple qi was introduced to the east from the Mai Wu Realm......"

As Mu Qingge spoke, the sound of pumping came one after another.

Ye Tian's experience is compared with Xue Yifan, and the other party really doesn't even deserve to lift shoes.

But, is there really such a freak in this world?

The vast majority of people are still skeptical.

Because the experience was so shocking.