"After three comprehensive assessments, a total of 1,234 people passed the selection of the Holy Church and became disciples of the outer sect of the Holy Church, and now the results are out. [Ran^Text^Library] []”

A middle-aged deacon with a cold expression stood on the main hall and said loudly to the group of young people who stretched out their necks and looked forward to it.

"Only 1,234 people passed the selection, how many people have to be eliminated?"

"I don't know if I will be able to enter the Holy Hall and become an outer disciple. Hey, that's heartbreaking. ”

Hearing the announcement of the middle-aged deacon, the disciples began to sit still, chattering and discussing endlessly.

The middle-aged deacon pressed his hands, stopped the noisy noise, and continued, "Next, the disciple whose name is read will become the outer disciple of the Holy Hall. If you don't pass the test, and the disciples who are willing to stay can choose to enter the Sanctuary and become a miscellaneous disciple, you can hear clearly!"

"Hear me clearly!"

A deafening sound rang out in the clouds.

The three-day test made this group of teenagers feel highly nervous as if they were pressing a boulder in their hearts. Now, when it is finally time to release, this group of hot-blooded teenagers, there is no reason not to cheer. No matter what the outcome, they did their best, and they didn't complain.

"Ladies and gentlemen, after the named martial artists become outer disciples, they will immediately go to the front courtyard to gather and accept the selection of each hall, and enter each branch hall on the premise of their own volition. Finally, I wish everyone to make progress in the Holy Hall and set foot in the martial arts with peak cultivation. Now, please be quiet and let me announce the list of outer disciples selected this time. ”

The middle-aged deacon, in a businesslike tone, took out a large silk scroll from his bosom with a serious expression and announced them one by one.

"Anqing Cheng Qingyun, Zhao Ziliang, Fang Dazhi...... Zhou Yang ......"

"Zhou Yang, how could there be him! Isn't he an inferior qualification? How could he enter the Holy Hall and become an outer disciple. This is impossible, the examiner must have read it wrong. ”

"What the hell is the Holy Church doing, even a martial artist with this qualification has to be absorbed, is it that the Holy Hall has declined. ”

......

The moment he heard Zhou Yang's name, there were one after another condemnations in the square. In the test just now, everyone saw that the first martial artist with inferior qualifications appeared in the Holy Hall, and Zhou Yang became famous because of it.

Therefore, when the examiner read Zhou Yang's name, both the outer disciples and the group of people who became miscellaneous disciples were not convinced, and shouted for an explanation from the Holy Church.

"Shut up!"

The middle-aged deacon shouted violently, and a surging momentum overwhelmed the audience, making everyone feel powerless like ants facing a giant elephant, and they didn't dare to say a word more.

"The Templar chooses its own Templar rules, and what kind of system does it quarrel about. Whether Zhou Yang is qualified to enter the Holy Church or not, it is not your turn to discuss, if this deacon hears inappropriate remarks again, he will all be expelled from the Holy Church!"

The middle-aged deacon's tone was cold, and he looked at this group of young disciples, and his stomach was also grumbling.

Just now, when he got this list in front of the following elders, he questioned Zhou Yang, an inferior martial artist who had a deep impression, on the spot. Unexpectedly, the short-tempered Elder Zhang scolded him on the spot with a lesson that it was not his turn to point fingers, and even Elder Yu, who usually sang against Elder Zhang, also reprimanded him a few words. Several elders only called him to announce it, but did not explain the reason, so that he had nowhere to vent his frustration.

Encountering the clamor of these disciples, how could he still hold back, and shouted Elder Zhang's words out untouched.

Not to mention the surprise of the surrounding disciples, even Zhou Yang himself felt incredible.

I thought that I could only become a miscellaneous disciple, waiting for the opportunity to enter the outer gate again. He stood here, not wanting to give up, but just asking for the last bit of hope for himself, and chatting to masturbate.

Unexpectedly, it really happened.

He, Zhou Yang, had really become a disciple of the Outer Sect of the Holy Hall!

Anyway, no matter what the reason, I finally took the first step and got closer to my goal. Zhou Yang's eyes were blazing, his eyebrows were like blades, but at this moment, his heart moved softly, and he had a very sour feeling.

The bitterness of the past few months, the long time of competition, and the desperate cultivation made his heart feel heavy pressure, and he was finally released at this moment.

......

Cleaning up his mood, Zhou Yang took a deep breath to calm himself down.

This is not the end, there is still a choice of Tangkou waiting for him.

Although the sanctuary is based on martial arts, it has its own halls, each with its own specialty. The martial hall, the inscription hall, the forcible hall and the alchemy hall, each hall has different specialties.

The Alchemy Hall is mainly based on the study of alchemy pharmaceuticals, and in the Alchemy Hall, the building near the water is the first to get the month, and there are a large number of pills to assist, and the cultivation is improved quickly. However, because they had been dealing with pills for many years and had fewer battles, the combat effectiveness of the disciples of the Alchemy Hall was relatively weak.

The calcination hall is mainly for the cultivation of weapons and equipment, and most of them are disciples who practice horizontally. It is said that the mastery of the Calcining Hall is a set of chaotic cloak hammer method, which is amazingly powerful, and there was once a martial arts powerhouse who was proud of the continent.

Inscription Hall, this hall is mysterious and low-key, most of them are some monsters with amazing understanding and super spiritual power. They spend their days writing and drawing, studying various inscriptions and methods of channeling the vitality of heaven and earth. Each inscription master from the inscription hall is a highly sought-after talent, not only can draw inscriptions on weapons to improve the level of weapons, but also can assist warriors in battle, help arrange some simple formations, and improve combat effectiveness.

It's just that the martial arts of the Inscription Hall mostly enter the team with auxiliary combat power, and their individual strength is worse than that of the martial arts halls.

The martial hall is the most important and core hall of the temple. There are three departments of martial arts, martial arts and kendo, and it is also the place where Zhou Yang wants to go the most.

Kendo is the goal that Zhou Yang is committed to pursuing, and under the thousands of years of accumulation in the temple, there is no place where there is a sanctuary in the way of the sword.

Whether it is the exercises or the combat skills, the Holy Hall is the existence of the Great Qianwang Road second to none.

Although there were some martial academies in the Daqian Dynasty that were comparable to the strength of the Holy Church, they often did not have this kind of accumulation and did not have the confidence to precipitate this kind of history. No matter how skilled some of their top disciples were, they only had to look up to the Holy Hall.

After sorting out the information of the various branches of the Holy Hall in his mind, and after making up his mind, Zhou Yang walked towards the heavy hall.

As soon as I entered the hall, four big characters were printed on my eyes.

Wu, Dan, Ming, Xuan, the four words of golden characters, with a depressing atmosphere, rushed towards them.

The word is hot and heavy, the word Dan is cool and comfortable, the inscription is mysterious and atmospheric, and the word martial is another artistic conception, broad and profound.

Fixed, looking towards this big martial character, as soon as his spiritual power came into contact, Zhou Yang felt an unprecedented pressure, like a big mountain, standing above his head, making him breathless.

"Khooth!"

With a clear sound, the scabbard of the sword shook, and under this pressure, it seemed to be provoked, and it wanted to come out of the sheath. You provide the latest, fastest and most complete free novel updates【】

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