The Lostant Academy was full of people, the stands were overcrowded, the square was surrounded by people on the three floors inside and outside, and the students waiting for the assessment below were neatly arranged, like slaughtered pigs.

These people are all here for the Xingqi Academy, whether they go or stay, and today we will see at a glance. When the hour came, a teacher came up from the backstage and announced loudly: "The 602nd assessment of the Rostante Xingqi Academy has officially begun!"

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In the bamboo forest, the two figures swayed and staggered, the speed was extremely fast, accompanied by a sonorous sound, and the thick bamboos at the mouth of the bowl fell down one after another.

"I'll admit it, you're really strong, but it's a pity that you've met me. The scimitar in the black demon's hand was like a fierce snake, forcing Yunfeng to retreat again and again.

With the help of bamboo blocking, coupled with the light pace, the cloud wind wandered between the bamboo forests, flashing left and right, barely avoiding the ferocious attack for the time being.

The steel spear is agile, the scimitar is ruthless, wherever the cloud and wind go, the bamboo falls in pieces, and the smooth incision shows the perfect combination of force and speed.

Swish!

The sturdy bamboo was ineffective in front of the black demon, but when he saw his hands crossed and slashed forward, the tip of the knife slashed across the chest of Yun Feng, who could not avoid it, and blood immediately splattered to both sides.

The bamboo blocked in the middle stood for a while, and when the wind blew, it was broken into three pieces from the middle, which shows the speed of the knife!

Yun Feng swept away the wound, but fortunately it was not deep and did not hurt the inner muscles. At this time, he had forgotten about the assessment and only wanted to rescue Lan'er.

After all, he didn't come to die.

The two short spears merged, and Yun Feng held the spear in the first line, just a gesture, but there was a sense of naturalness.

As the saying goes, the year boxing, the moon stick, the long-term practice of the gun, if not diligent and hard practice, with a firm attitude of ten years as a day, after the baptism of the years, it is rare to find the essence of the gun.

And this spear is exactly what Uncle Jing used before his death. After being damaged by the man in white, it was reforged and returned to Yunfeng's hands. Although his legs were inconvenient when he was young, he didn't watch Uncle Jing practice guns, and the essentials of his movements were all imprinted in his mind. In the twilight of three years, Yunfeng spent almost all of his time on guns, except for forging his body.

Shout!

Luck is windy, the hidden dragon goes out to sea, and as soon as it attacks, Yunfeng only takes the black eyebrows.

The spear passed through the bamboo, and the black slash turned around in time to avoid the head of the spear, and Yun Feng held the handle of the gun with a bullet, sweeping through the thousands of troops, although the black slasher was held with a scimitar, but it was still retreated by the elastic force.

Yunfeng then spun and leaped, shooting forward with an arrow.

Boom!

The black evil drew his knife and couldn't take it back, his arms could only be stopped in front of his chest, Yunfeng's legs had already arrived, and his body coupled with the forward momentum all acted on his arms, so that he was no longer as calm as a mountain, and he took a few steps back to stop his body.

Yun Feng took advantage of the situation to pull out his spear and continued the offensive to stab the black demon in the head.

Whoa!

The gun and the arm line, three consecutive shots, with a point of assassination, only to see a string of afterimages, the speed of the cloud wind out of the gun like a cunning rabbit out of the hole, not only accurate and clean.

However, the black evil is not an ordinary person, with a swing of his head left and right, he let Yun Feng's three guns fall short, a scimitar, clamp the barrel of the gun, and move forward sideways to avoid the head of the gun, and he is about to seize the spear in Yun Feng's hand!

Gun practitioners, pay attention to waist strength, leg strength, arm strength gathered on the gun, piercing, holding, blocking, collapsing, picking, splitting are all basic, can be described as flexible and changeable, but if the basic skills are not solid, no matter how fancy the action is flashy, there is nothing to see. After all, it's not street juggling, and it's practical to really fight to the death.

Edge......

Yun Feng Qiyun turned the handle of the gun with force, and the spear spun rapidly and bounced the scimitar away. Taking advantage of this gap, Yun Feng drew his gun and turned around, using the gun as a stick, and the tiger roared into the wind, hitting the black devil's torso.

After a long battle, Yun Feng's extraordinary attacks several times impressed the black demon, but he did not go all out.

However, since the spear, Yun Feng seems to have changed people, more and more sharp, difficult to fathom, just now, he actually ate the other party's kick, on the surface it is not painful or itchy, but in fact it is very heavy.

"I can't help myself!" The black slash shouted, and finally showed the triple strength of gathering qi, the knife was as fast as light, and it attacked the cloud wind directly on the ground, and when it was overwhelmed, he supported the ground with the knife, and slammed his legs, hitting the abdomen!

Syllable!

Yun Feng only felt that his body was overturned, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he broke several bamboos one after another before stopping.

"Measure your sister. Without taking a moment's breath, Yun Feng rushed forward again, dragging his spear in his hand, like an unyielding warrior.

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"Next, Tang Qingyu. The esteemed assessment instructor read aloud.

A handsome young man walked slowly onto the stage, about fifteen years old, but he was full of autumn water, like a green mountain. On his face, you don't see tension and unease, only pride and serenity.

"Please put your hand on top of the magic crystal. "The instructor gave a simple explanation of the routine.

I saw a precision instrument set up in the center of the square, and an oval-shaped pure color spar was suspended in the middle, and five liquids of different colors were circulating in it, like an alien object.

Tang Qingyu stretched out his right hand and touched the spar......

The magic crystal is the magic core of a unique beast, which is extremely rare, and is usually only available in major sects and colleges. It has a special function - it can receive fluctuations in the practitioner's perception.

After the exploration of the predecessors, they finally developed a tester with the magic crystal as the carrier, which can intuitively present the perception information received by the magic crystal through the instrument, so as to test the strength of a cultivator's perception.

People named it a perceptron.

According to the strength of perception, it is divided into 12 levels. The vast majority of people in the Shadow Zhao have a perception level 3 (inclusive) or below, which also means that the probability of them becoming a walker is extremely low, and it also means that they are eliminated from the assessment.

Level 3 or above is the minimum standard for admission to Xingqi Academy. Among them, the fourth to sixth level is the human level, and about 95 percent of the cultivators admitted will account for it, or even higher; the seventh to ninth level are the earth level, and this kind of person is a natural practitioner, and there is no one in ten thousand existences; and the tenth level and above are the heavenly level, which can be met and cannot be found, and they are seen once in a hundred years.

Tang Qingyu closed his eyes, calmed down, and was unmoved by everything around him.

In the stands, the crowd was quiet, waiting for the results. After a few moments, there was a commotion, as there was no response from the magic crystals, some people shook their heads, some people sighed.

Another child who has nothing to do with the spirit, people thought.

Generally speaking, the vast majority of people have some sense of ability, the so-called level 1 to level 3, but they are not able to feel the physical elements, but this does not mean that they do not have it. There are only a very small number of people who are completely missing, and such people are called deadwalks, and their perception is almost zero, which is as rare as the heavenly level.

The assessment tutor frowned, so far, almost all of the candidates admitted are human-level candidates, and only one or two have barely reached the prefecture level, and they have gained very little. I expected a higher level to appear, but I didn't expect him to encounter a dead line for the first time in many years.

"Tang Qingyu, Tao ......" He was just about to announce the result, but he was shocked to find that the red liquid in the magic crystal was gradually increasing.

The liquid, like a severed artery, began to encroach on the entire magic crystal, and the crowd erupted in an exclamation that they had never seen before.

The liquid spread rapidly, eventually occupying the entire magic crystal, becoming more and more dense.

Then, the magic crystal finally couldn't hold back this eye-catching red, and a pillar of light rose into the sky, straight into the sky, dyeing half of the sky red!

The voices were boiling, exclaiming like a vast ocean, the assessment tutor opened his mouth, and only spoke out after a while: "Tang Qingyu, level ten!"

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Both Yunfeng and Heisha saw this pillar of light rising into the sky, and although they hadn't experienced it personally, they both understood what it meant, but they didn't have time to stop and sigh.

As the battle continued, Yun Feng felt like he was in a trance, as if it were real and illusory, and the black attack no longer seemed to be unguarded and difficult to deal with, and even at a certain moment, he seemed to be able to predict the opponent's offensive line.

Compared to the feeling that the clouds and winds were not clear, the feeling of the black evil was undoubtedly much more accurate. At this time, he was surprised to find that Yunfeng's marksmanship was becoming more and more proficient, and there were fewer and fewer superfluous movements, and every move was just right. Defense, attack, dodge, everything is impartial, and your own attack can be defused by the opponent seemingly coincidentally every time.

The black demon has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and he has a lot of actual combat experience, of course he doesn't think it's just a coincidence. All of this foreshadowed a message that worried him - Yun Feng was a cultivator who learned and grew in battle!

Drawing lessons and lessons learned and growing in battle are the most basic skills of a practitioner and are not worth making a fuss about. However, it is an evolutionary ability to quickly grasp the habits of your opponent during battle, so that you can correct your own moves and refine and improve your routines. In time, the clouds and winds will surely become stronger.

This son cannot be kept.

At this time, the black demon had regarded Yunfeng as an existence that threatened him, and every attack was a killer move.

"Left cut. ”

"Upper split. ”

"Roundabout double slash. ”

The cloud and wind flashed sideways, bent down, and stopped the collapse with a gun, and the black movements gradually became traceable. After a horizontal pick, as Yun Feng expected, a gap really appeared in the black attack link, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Yun Feng did not hesitate to take the opponent's heart.

Just when Yun Feng thought he was about to succeed, the black slasher suddenly turned around to avoid the spear blade, and the scimitar hooked forward, which instead put Yun Feng in a place where his life hung by a thread.

Yun Feng thought that he had caught the Black Demon Gate, but he never thought that it was just a trap carefully arranged by the other party. With the inertia of the forward body, it looks like it is about to be opened by the cold knife!

At the last moment, a huge force forcibly twisted his body and slowed down his rapid pace, and it was this seemingly insignificant change that allowed him to narrowly avoid the black evil's mortal blow.

This power did not fall from the sky, but originated from the Spirit Star Dance practiced by Yunfeng day and night.

"Bang!"

Although Yun Feng avoided the deadly blade, he could not completely get out of the range of the attack, only to see the knees of iron tempered by thousands of hammers, replacing the scimitar and slamming him away.

"It's ridiculously naïve. Heisha still maintained his knee movements, and said sarcastically: "Do you really think you can catch my habit? Let's talk about it after ten years of practice, but there is no chance in this life, in the next life." ”

"That's right. Hei Sha patted the ashes of his shoes and looked at Yun Feng who fell to the ground with pity: "Maybe you can meet that maid below." You know, I wanted to leave it to you after playing, but that bitch didn't know the times, and took a pair of scissors like you and naively thought she could do it when I let my guard down, so I had no choice but to send her to see Hades first. Tsk, it's a pity, her posture is really good, that figure ...... It's a man who will be fascinated. ”

Yunfeng lay motionless on the ground, as if dead.

"Her name is Lan'er, isn't she? She is really a kind and righteous girl, no matter how much I ask, she just gritted her teeth and refused to say your name. The black slash continued to taunt, he believed that Yun Feng would not be able to fight back after this blow, so he was not in a hurry to finish off the other party.

Yunfeng was on all fours with his feet on the ground, and the blood stained the bamboo leaves under his body red, and he couldn't see his expression.

"Lan'er, dead?" The stubborn face clearly appeared in front of him, and the bad news hit his unprepared heart, and the scene of the thin veil falling was vivid.

It turned out that he couldn't save anyone. The corners of his mouth buried under the bamboo leaves rose, and the smile was so sad.

If he hadn't been nosy that night, maybe Lan'er might not have died. What's the point of him killing Heisha now, the person is dead, and in an instant, Yun Feng has lost all motivation to fight.

"Brother Ji. Just as Yunfeng was invaded by sad emotions, Lan'er's gentle voice was remembered in his ears.

He lifted his face and saw her smiling at him under Takeshita.

"Brother Ji, Lan'er doesn't regret it, remember to help more people. The lovely smile faded and faded into obscurity, replaced by a pair of cloth boots that walked slowly.

"Rest in peace. The Black Demon raised his scimitar like a condemned prisoner and slashed at Yunfeng's neck.

"Wow!"

The bamboo leaves flew up, and the clouds and wind were like a corpse that had been sleeping for a long time, and suddenly burst out, holding the head of the spear as a dagger and stabbing at the black spur that was close at hand.

"I'll just say you're naïve. In the face of the sudden change, the black demon actually held the head of the gun with his bare hands......

Blood was dripping from his hands, but his face was unabashedly filled with the joy of victory.

"Whew!"

However, before the black words fell, the smile at the corner of the mouth was not finalized, a sharp bamboo whistled past, although it was unexpected, but also calm, with a scimitar in his hand, he planned to block the forward route of the bamboo.

"Sne......er" In the black and incredible gaze, the sharp bamboo tip pierced the body, and it was impossible to see the other party's movements clearly for a while.

"How...... Possibly!" The Black Sha didn't understand why the tip of the bamboo was able to suddenly accelerate in the middle of the process, and stabbed in front of the scimitar.

Yun Feng looked at the black and depressed face expressionlessly, let go of the bamboo, held the tip of the spear and gently swiped his crotch, and a piece of something fell from it.

"I think that's what Lan'er wanted to do when she picked up the scissors. Yun Feng stared straight into the black eyes, and stomped the object into flesh with a single kick.

The dead are already dead, and the living should live better.

That's what it means.