When, dang, dang, the loud bell echoes at the top of the mountain.

The disciples of the Cloud Mist Sect stood neatly on the sect square.

As the bell rang, a middle-aged man with a long beard walked out and stood in front of them.

He was dressed in a crane, with his hands behind his back, and his eyes radiated a breathtaking light that made people dare not look directly.

This person is none other than the head of the Cloud Mist Sect, the powerhouse of the peak of the Transformation Yuan Realm.

"Have all the disciples arrived?"

"Master Qiqi, it's all here." Senior Brother Codder said respectfully.

The shepherd twists his long beard.

"Let everyone come today, I think everyone knows very well that our Cloud Mist Sect is currently facing a life-and-death situation, and in three months, there will be a Qitian Great Competition, if the disciples of our sect can't get the top six, then the resources allocated to our sect by the Qitian Kingdom will be greatly reduced."

"We are using the strength of the whole sect to select the two best disciples, focus on cultivating them, and participate in the Qitian Great Competition."

"This time, the Great Heaven will send elders to watch the ceremony, if you meet someone who is outstanding, you will also be included in the Immortal Palace, it will be our supreme glory!"

The faces of all the disciples showed excitement.

It is said that the people in the Kunlun Palace can call the wind and rain, live forever, and decide the life and death of a country only in one thought, if they can become a disciple of that kind of existence, it is simply a counterattack in life!

Cultivating such a talented disciple, the sect will also have a light on its face and receive extra care.

"Then, may I ask Master, how will you be selected?" Cuscuta asked.

"The ordinary martial arts selection is outdated, and after thinking about it for a long time, I decided on a new exam topic, and that's it!"

The shepherd pointed to a boulder standing in the square, on which was stuck a huge sword, revealing only the hilt.

Seeing it, the expressions of the disciples suddenly changed greatly.

That's the treasure of the Cloud Mist Sect, the Great Sword!

This sword is left by the founding ancestor of the Cloud Mist Sect, the power is huge, and the origin is extremely mysterious, it has been inserted in the deep stone, no one can pull it out, it is called the treasure of the cloud and mist sect.

There is also a peculiarity in this sword, the person who holds it will feel a great pressure, when Miyamoto, the master of the Lotus Gate of the Qi Heavenly Kingdom, cultivated to achieve the realm of freedom, known as the first sword cultivation of the Qi Heavenly Kingdom, because he coveted this sword, he came to pull it out once, and as a result, he was eaten by gravity, and he died of injuries soon after he returned.

From then on, no one dared to fight the idea of this sword.

"Let's draw this sword, it can't be." Cuscuta wiped the cold sweat from her head.

"Even I don't dare, and of course you can't." Pastoral humane.

"What I want you to do today is just to compete who can hold this sword and support it longer, this is a test of your spiritual power, endurance and other strengths, the two disciples who have been the longest will be qualified for the competition, and all the cultivation resources of the sect will also be tilted towards them. If you can only support a disciple for a few seconds, it's a waste, don't stay, go down the mountain by yourself! ”

The shepherd waved his hand, and one of the disciples carried an hourglass.

"The timer starts, who's coming first?"

"I'm coming!" Wu Qian was the first to jump out.

He walked up to the boulder and looked around at the disciples below.

"Let me show you what I'm capable of!"

With that, he reached out and grabbed the hilt of his sword.

The hilt of the sword instantly released an infinitely terrifying coercion, and Wu Qian suddenly felt an extremely heavy force pressed down in the air, exceeding his imagination.

"This, this ......"

His face turned red, and he desperately mobilized his spiritual power to resist the terrifying pressure, but the pressure seemed to increase, getting heavier and heavier.

One second, two seconds......

It didn't take long for Wu Qian's eyes to seep blood from the corners of his eyes, and he shouted.

"I can't take it anymore!"

He let go of his hand and rolled off the boulder with a grunt.

"Senior Brother Wu Qian, hold on for eleven seconds!"

"Barely qualified, stay." The shepherd said coldly.

"Next ......"

The disciples of the Cloud Mist Sect tried it one by one according to the roster.

Those who lasted less than a few seconds had to hang their heads and go home with their burdens on their backs, although some persisted longer, but only about twenty seconds.

"Next, please ask the third senior sister Zuo Zhenzhen to come to the stage!" Holding the roster of disciples announced.

Zuo Zhenzhen walked onto the boulder with a calm face, facing less than half of the disciples left under the stone, she stretched out her hand and held it on the hilt of the sword, slowly mobilizing her spiritual power.

The pressure of the sudden rush came head-on.

Zuo Zhenzhen snorted, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, but he still resisted.

For a second, two seconds, her figure shook under the weight, like a green leaf blown by a strong wind.

Seeing that she couldn't hold it anymore, she suddenly withdrew her hand.

The audience erupted in cheers.

"Congratulations to Senior Sister Zhenzhen, who persevered for a full thirty-five seconds!"

There was a hint of joy on the pastor's countenance.

Zuo Zhenzhen is now just in the middle realm of gathering qi, and it is really unexpected that he can hold on for thirty-five seconds under heavy pressure.

"Next, Senior Brother Codder!"

Dodder Sizi walked on the boulder, and like Zuo Zhenzhen, he reached out to hold the hilt of the sword, but he had an extra heart, and it seemed that he had already held the sword, but in fact the hand was hollow, and there was still some distance from the hilt.

Hey, I've won this time! A smug smile appeared on her face.

Who knew that as soon as he got carried away, the big sword would not be happy.

In its hands, no one has dared to be so presumptuous, since this is the case, then I will add ten times!

Dodder felt a huge pressure, and the landslide cracked, as if Mount Tai was overpowering, and a mouthful of blood spit out.

He hurriedly let go of his hand and stepped back.

"Big, big brother, one, one second!" The announced disciple stammered.

"What?" The disciples in the audience looked at each other.

"According to the level of the senior brother, it can't be like this."

"Nothing could go wrong, right?"

Cuscuta is really dumb and eats coptis, and I can't tell if I have bitterness.

He bowed his hand to the shepherd: "Yesterday, the disciple stayed up late and worked too hard, so he missed, so I beg to try again another day." ”

The shepherd looked at it, and all the disciples in the square had already tried it, but he couldn't find a better one, so he had to nod.

"Since all the disciples have already finished trying, let's ......"

"Master, there's one more person who hasn't tried." The disciple pointed to the last person on the list.

"Who?" The shepherd asked.

"Xiao Jing, a miscellaneous disciple."

"What about the others, where?" The shepherd asked displeased.

Zuo Zhenzhen hit his forehead with his hand.

"Master, I forgot, he was punished by his disciples yesterday and sent to the confinement room to think about it, and he hasn't been released yet."

"Hurry up and get him here!" Pastoral humane.

One of the disciples hurried to the confinement room.

Wu Qian said: "Master, don't have any hope for this person, he is just a miscellaneous disciple of the mortal realm, who usually eats and waits for death, and when he comes, he is just one more person who has been driven down the mountain." ”

Dodder said: "Such a person is to be eliminated through the competition, do you want us to raise a waste?" According to the master's arrangement, let him hurry up to try the sword. ”

Zuo Zhenzhen didn't speak, and secretly worried about Xiao Jing in his heart.

It didn't take long for Xiao Jing to be brought to the pastor.

Zuo Zhenzhen looked at Xiao Jing and was surprised to find that although he Jing was still in the mortal realm, the spiritual power in his body was surging, his cultivation was skyrocketing, and there was a faint sign of a breakthrough!

In this case, it should not be too much of a problem to support it for ten seconds with the power of the Great Sword.

It seems that he really worked hard last night.

She said happily: "Senior Brother Xiao, you have made great progress!" ”

"Ding, the host was praised for his cultivation progress, and his spiritual power was -500!"

Damn, this is my work all night! Senior sister, you're hurting me again.

Xiao Jing looked at the reduced value, and his heart was like a knife.