The autumn rain for several days finally stopped the night before the sect's assessment day.

Si Chenji began to bark early in the morning, and when the hairpin got up to freshen up, Duan Xiangrao had already finished freshening up and was looking in the mirror. In these days of the Taiyan faction, he was nourished by spiritual energy every day, and the meals he ate also contained abundant spiritual power, and Duan Xiangrao's complexion was better. The beauty of peach blossom powder noodles, curling Tingting. She rubbed the fat powder just right, and changed the cherry color lipstick. Today's belt is tighter than usual, and the originally light gauze robe is also worn by Duan Xiangrao with a silent beauty.

It's not like going to a competition, it's like going to a beauty pageant.

Hairpin washed his face and followed his glasses.

If the woman in the mirror covers her right face, she can be regarded as a beauty with bright eyes and white lips and white teeth. It's a pity that the black marks on the right side of the face have ruined the beauty of the whole face, and the hairpin can't stand it at a glance, so it's better to hurry up and enter the inner door to get a high-grade elixir to treat the injury.

After finishing grooming and eating something to cushion his stomach, Hairpin Xing arrived at the competition table before the sect assessment.

In one night, a huge stone platform was erected from the ground, which was square and flat, and about one person was high. The four sides are surrounded by iron chains and ropes, which is the boundary. The sect assessment is mainly in the form of drawing lots, a total of two rounds, two by two, the first round of the sixty people who won can enter the second round of assessment, the second round of assessment is still in the form of two confrontations. After the second round, the thirty people who won could become the inner disciples of the Taiyan faction.

The assessment method is quite simple and crude, but if you think about it carefully, the rules are very cruel.

The new disciples who entered the door this time were already from all over the capital, including geniuses from wealthy clans, as well as poor and self-taught cultivators. The genius of the clan, there is no shortage of spirit stones and spiritual weapons, such as Hua Yue, the first place in the selection competition, the long sword inlaid with gems in his hand is a four-grade spiritual weapon, if he fights against an opponent of equal strength, that sword can also gain him a lot.

And poor ghosts like Hairpin Xing and Tian Fangfang, who don't have a single spirit stone, can only use the ordinary weapons issued by the sect, and they don't have any advantage.

It was Ziluo who was responsible for this sect assessment, and Hairpin Xing felt that Ziluo was probably an assistant counselor or something, responsible for invigilating the entire exam.

Ziluo stood on the test table, stretched out his right hand, and from the palm of his hand, a golden light gradually rose, and after a while, the golden light dissipated, leaving only a small round furnace. She waved her hand, and the small round stove swayed up and floated in front of the monks in the audience.

"There are one hundred and twenty wooden sticks in the lottery," Ziluo said, "The order of the competition is recorded on the wooden sticks." If the same number is drawn, it will be the opponent of this assessment. Now, please draw a stick. ”

The new disciples raised their hands and touched the pot with a lot. Each time one is touched, the furnace floats to the next person on its own.

Tian Fangfang poked Hairpin Xing's arm: "Senior sister, we must not touch the same number, I don't want you to go." ”

Hairpin Star: "......"

It's not that Tian Fangfang is boasting, in the previous selection competition, Tian Fangfang was originally ranked second. When he hadn't entered the sect, he was in the dual-fold realm of foundation building, and he had been practicing the Fa hard these days, and his cultivation should have increased even more. In terms of strength, it is far above the hairpin.

As he was talking, the signing furnace had floated in front of the two of them. Tian Fangfang touched it first, touched it later, and after the signing furnace floated to the next one, the hairpin star looked down at the wooden stick in his hand. The wooden skewer was about the width of a finger and very thin, and there were several pointed red letters engraved on it: Thirty-six.

"I'm fifteen, junior sister, how many are you?" Tian Fangfang came closer to take a look, and after seeing the wooden sign of the hairpin star, she was very happy, and said, "Great, you and I are not opponents!" ”

The hairpin didn't say a word, and raised his eyes to look at the other end.

The book "Top of the Nine Skies" is too long, with more than 10 million words, and it is all repeated slap in the face. Many of these details and characters are not much longer remembered by Hairpin Xing. Sometimes the plot progresses to a specific place, and only then does it coldly recall certain episodes. For example, at this moment, Hairpin Xing vaguely remembered that in the sect assessment, the original male protagonist Mu Jiexiao drew the first wooden stick to compete on stage, which amazed everyone. In the second round of the competition, he directly overshadowed Hua Yue, the first place in the selection competition, so that he was jealous and hated by Hua Yue, and later formed a mortal enemy.

Now that the plot has been disrupted a bit, I don't know if the plot line that belongs to Mu Jiexiao will develop as usual.

Just thinking about it, the last disciple drew the wooden lot, Ziluo put away the lottery stove, looked at everyone in the audience, and said with a smile: "The lottery is over, the sect assessment, start-"

The drip bell placed next to the test bench made a dull loud noise.

The first group of assessment disciples came to the stage.

Standing on one side of the test table was a young monk with a long sword, and standing opposite him was a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old, born with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, handsome and straight, and his wheat-colored skin made him look quite youthful and energetic.

Hairpin Xing sighed in his heart, the original line has not changed, and the male protagonist Mu Jiexiao is still the first to come to power as written in the article.

Mu Jiexiao's opponent, the young monk gave him a slight hand and said, "Guo Hao." ”

Mu Jiexiao also returned the salute: "Mu Jiexiao." ”

It's just that his word "Xiao" hasn't come out yet, and the other party's sword light has already arrived in front of him.

There was an exclamation from the audience, and Tian Fangfang was startled and said: "Sneak attack, this person is so shameless!" That little brother is going to suffer! ”

Hairpin thought to himself, I'm afraid it's another person who will suffer.

Sure enough, the next moment, I heard a louder exclamation from the side. But seeing that the young man on the stage did not move, he didn't even pull out the sword on his waist, and only stretched out a palm to hold the opponent's sword.

"How is that possible?" Tian Fangfang was stunned.

The new disciple, no matter how bad it is, is also a foundation building cultivator, the sword of the foundation building monk is not a child's play, and this young man just held it lightly, and then blocked the sword edge, and then stepped forward suddenly, and actually pushed the sword back with his backhand.

This block was pushed, but in an instant, only a "snap" was heard, and the young monk had already flown out, and landed heavily under the test table, unable to get up for a long time.

In the distance, Xuan Lingzi, who was standing on the pavilion and had a full view of the situation on the test platform, said in shock: "He actually ......"

The Moonlight Daoist stroked his long beard and said meaningfully: "Bringing the "Five-Star Breaking Divine Skill" to such a power, this son is not simple, junior brother, it seems that this time, you can accept a good apprentice." ”

In the audience, the voice of the inner disciple who recited the results did not have half emotion, and read out: "The first group, the pastoral layer Xiaosheng. ”

The disciples in the audience were in an uproar, one move, only one move, and before he drew his sword, the young man won.