The Tanngola Mountains, from the sky, resemble many giant centipedes, rushing to a yellow peak in order to compete for some kind of delicious food. And this mountain peak is the famous Tianqi Peak of the Yuncang Empire.

It has been erected here for many years like a straight ruler. There is no greenery on the entire peak, except for rock yellow, which is still rock yellow. From afar, it passed through a few clouds, like a girl in a white dress waiting for her sweetheart.

At the foot of Tianqi Peak, there is a rare valley, in the valley, many houses and temples have been built, including many towers. The construction style of these houses is yellow bricks and green tiles, white walls, and stone roads, which is a Chinese style.

Anyone who looks closely will notice that they are all built around a huge square in the middle. And in the middle of the square, a stone sculpture of a giant sword is erected. According to the local elders, he is an ancient fairy sword called the Golden Night Fish Belly Sword.

In the middle of spring, the mountains are covered with all kinds of flowers, and those houses are like buildings in flowers, which are really peach blossoms.

At this moment, on the square, a large number of people gathered, they were uniformly dressed in pale green robes, which looked like ancient Chinese clothing, and on the chest, there was a symbol embroidered with a long ruler piercing the clouds. It is not difficult to see that they belong to an established unit. And this pale green dress is their uniform clothing.

"Tianqi Sect, Hanhai 2338, Emblem Conferral Conference, start now!" I saw that on the high platform of the square, a yellow-haired old man stood solemnly. He said aloud to the crowd below.

"Next, the first assessment is carried out, the star stone is measured! Those whose names I call will come to the stage in turn. "A man in black, one meter eight tall, carried a black giant sword, like a stone tablet on his back. He stood in front of a stone monument 2 meters high and half a meter wide, and said loudly to the bustling crowd in the square.

"High Winding!" The black-clothed giant sword man shouted.

I saw that one person was quickly squeezed out of the crowd. This person is about 1.7 meters tall, dressed in white, with a green silk crown, a long sword hanging on his waist, and a noble son. It's just a little strong, and if you don't look at it, you'll think it's a coolie. Although his face is immature, it can't hide the handsomeness of the side leakage.

The man named Gao Tang, the speed was very fast, and he came to the stele in a few steps, and then gently put his hand on the stele, only to see that after the dazzling yellow light, two golden fonts appeared on the stele: "Nine stars!"

"High winding! 12 years old, nine stars! Awarded the golden celestial ruler emblem! Next to the yellow-haired old man, a black-haired old man, with a flick of his cuffs, a golden sign flew towards Gao Tang.

Gao Tang quickly took the golden emblem, his hands trembling. After taking a few deep breaths, he turned to look at the last person in the five-person column under the stage, and his eyes were full of provocation. There, a boy with a figure of only about 1.5 meters stood quietly. His eyes were full of nervousness and uneasiness.

At this moment, the square was like a vegetable market, and everyone began to discuss!

"Tut-tut! Gao Tang is actually a nine-star star! At such a young age, such an achievement is really enviable! According to this talent, I am afraid that at the age of fifteen, I will enter the star realm and become a star hero! The crowd in the audience was lively for a while, and one of the old men said with a white beard in his hand.

"Yes! I heard before that the Gao family has a person with excellent talent, I'm afraid it's this Gao Tang! "Beside the old man, a young man returned.

"This Gao family ......"

On the high platform, the yellow old man looked at the words "Nine Stars", and was also taken aback, and stood up directly from the chair, he nodded and praised at the same time. Seeing this, the group of people around them also stood up and applauded.

"Next, Lang Yang!" The giant sword man had a smile on his face, as if he had eaten tens of thousands of catties of honey. After calming down the surprise in his heart, he shouted loudly to the crowd below.

I saw a weak young man cowardly walk up to the stage and put his hand on the stone tablet.

"Lang Yang, eleven years old, five-star Naxing, don't pass!!" The black-clothed giant sword man glanced at the inconspicuous handwriting on the stone tablet and said.

"Tsk, it's a pity! But after all, this Lang Yang is only eleven years old, and it is not impossible to have one chance next year to enter the sixth order. The yellow-haired old man said.

"Next, Lan Changle!"

"Lan Changle, 12 years old, seven stars, passed!"

"Next, Han Yueyue!"

"Han Yueyue, 12 years old, six stars, pass!"

"Hahaha! It seems that this year's disciple's talent has improved! In this way, my Heavenly Ruler Sect will enter the third-rate sect just around the corner! Hahaha!! When the girl named Han Yueyue stepped down from the stage, the yellow-haired old man had a smile on his face and smiled at the people around him.

"Yes, 4 people, 3 people passed, one gold sect emblem, one silver sect emblem, and one bronze star emblem. As for Na Langyang's child, next year, no matter how bad it is, he can get a copper. With such a high pass rate, it is the first time for my Tianqi Sect! The black-haired old man on the side said to the yellow-haired old man after handing out the bronze sect emblem to Han Yueyue.

At this moment, only the last man in the first group of five people remained. Let's see that this person is one meter five tall, his face is full of immaturity, his clothes are so ordinary that they can't be more ordinary, with thick eyebrows, long cheeks, and a thin figure, like a hungry scoop.

"Next, Zhuo Ping'an!" After the black-clothed giant sword man saw the name, an expectant look gradually appeared in his eyes, but this kind of expectant look always made people feel strange.

This last one was originally called Zhuo Ping'an. He squeezed his already wet fist, rubbed his hands together, took a deep breath, and walked straight towards the stele.

Coming to the stone monument, Zhuo Ping'an closed his eyes again and took a deep breath, as if praying.

Slowly opening his eyes, he pressed his hand to the stele. Everyone didn't pay attention, and the blue light flashed in the palm of the giant sword man's hand.

I saw that on the stone stele, two words "three-star" were formed with difficulty!

For a moment, there was silence in the square. After a few seconds of this vibe, it boiled instantly. The laughter of the crowd was like the waves of the sea, and it was transmitted towards the stone monument in waves.

"This is what the sect master said about the genius of the world? This is the person who occupies our best cultivation resources every time? Hahahaha......"

"It seems that he can enjoy the current treatment in the Tianqi Sect, relying on his father Zhuo Yangxin, Zhuo Yangxin died of illness a few days ago, see what face he will have to enjoy the treatment of this sect in the future......

"Samsung! Hahaha, this talent, even if the sect master protects him again, he will have to be expelled from the sect and exiled to the Burial God Mountain Range......"

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"Woo woo woo ......" The child named Zhuo Ping'an looked at the two words on the stele in disbelief, feeling the verbal violence from all directions, and couldn't accept it for a while, and cried.

"Father...... I...... I'm sorry for you......" Thinking of his father, and then looking at the pitiful word, Zhuo Ping'an knelt in front of the stone tablet and couldn't cry.

"Relational households! Expulsion from the sect! Relationship households! Expelled from the sect ......" Suddenly, I don't know who in the square shouted. So everyone shouted in unison. The voices came and went, hitting the helpless boy wave after wave.

"Silence! Quiet! The yellow-haired old man frowned and scolded loudly. However, the sound continued.

"Silence!" Suddenly, a thunderclap exploded, and I saw a middle-aged man in black jumping out of nowhere, standing at the front of the high platform.

"See the Sect Master!" The yellow-haired old man reacted the fastest, he knelt on his left knee, supported the ground with his left hand, touched his left shoulder with his right hand, and said respectfully. This is the highest etiquette, the salute of admiration.

"See the Sect Master!" For a while, everyone in the square did the same action as the yellow-haired old man.

Then in the square, only Zhuo Ping'an's crying remained. He didn't salute, he didn't stop crying, as if the arrival of the sect master had nothing to do with him.

"Get up!" The middle-aged man in black, known as the sect master, waved his hand and motioned for everyone to stand up. Then he walked to Zhuo Ping'an, who was crying bitterly in front of the stele

"Uncle Wang......" Seeing the sect master walking towards him, Zhuo Ping'an stood up, ran to the middle-aged man in black, hugged him and cried.

"Good! Peace, no more crying. The man in black patted Zhuo Ping'an on the back and whispered. Then he looked around at the people in the square and scolded: "Who wants to exile Zhuo Ping'an?" Stand up for me and let me see! ”

For a moment, the square was silent.

"Humph! No matter what Zhuo Ping'an's achievements are today, he is the core disciple of my Tianqi Sect, who is not convinced, he can stand up! The meeting continues! The middle-aged man in black snorted coldly and said loudly.

After the man in black finished speaking, he took Zhuo Ping'an and walked to the high platform. On the square, everyone looked at Zhuo Ping'an, and there were sparks in their eyes. This kind of atmosphere is like a warehouse with a lot of explosives, and just one spark is missing, and a huge explosion will occur.

The man in black led Zhuo Ping'an to sit down on the table, sat upright, and motioned for the yellow-haired old man to continue.

The conference continued unhurriedly. In the end, the first assessment ended, 50 people, only 6 people were unqualified, this pass rate is the first time since the establishment of Tianqi Sect!

The Sect Master of the Heavenly Ruler Sect finally had a little smile on his face.

"Next, break the wood with your bare hands!" After seeing that the last person had received the Zong Emblem, the Great Elder said loudly.

"All the references, line up here!" I saw that the stone tablet was removed, and then a table was brought up, accompanied by many wooden sticks. These sticks were thick and thin, thick and thin as an arm, and as thick as the handle of two brooms. At this moment, a deacon in pale green clothes stood here, commanding the crowd.

"Uncle Wang, I'll go down!" Zhuo Ping'an looked at the deacon's eyes and kept looking at him, so he stood up and said to the sect master.

"Hmmm! Go ahead and remember, you're the best! The serious-looking sect master smiled at Zhuo Ping'an, and his kind big hand gently patted Zhuo Ping'an's shoulder.

On the field, everyone's eyes were full of fire when they looked at Zhuo Ping'an. In their eyes, what else can this waste have besides relationships? In this world where strength is respected, they are indeed qualified to discriminate against him.

Zhuo Ping'an seems to have long been accustomed to this kind of vision, and he has always believed that relationships are also part of strength. If you have the ability, you can be like me. Thinking of this, Zhuo Ping'an also wondered a little in his heart, his cultivation resources could be said to be the best among his peers in the sect, but the result of the "three stars" just now did make him a little suspicious.

At this moment, his heart was full of confidence, and he believed that he would be able to break the thickest of the three kinds of wood. After all, his father didn't train Zhuo Ping'an to break wood with his bare hands at home, and his best result was to break wood with a diameter of four inches with his bare hands, which was the thickest in that field.

According to the regulations of the sect, as long as the three assessments are passed, the sect emblem can also be awarded. As for what it was, Zhuo Ping'an didn't care at all, he believed that as long as he was eligible to be awarded the Zong Emblem, it must be a gold Zong Emblem.

The boy called Gao Tang, his talent is really good. The wood he chose was the thickness of his arm, and it was broken with a palm, and the break came out, which was actually relatively smooth.

Such a performance caused an uproar on the side of the crowd in the square.

The rest of Zhuo Ping'an's group also passed this exam. After all, this bare hand breaking wood is the easiest for them, as long as they practice hard, they can split it.

"Zhuo Ping'an!" Thinking about it, it has come to itself. Zhuo Ping'an slowly came to the table.

"Uncle Deacon, I'm going to test the third-order wood!" Zhuo Ping'an came to the table and said to the deacon.

"Hmm!" The deacon didn't have any expression, just looked casual from his side, but deliberately picked a piece of wood the thickness of an arm and handed it to Zhuo Ping'an.

Zhuo Ping'an took the wood, put it on the table, took a deep breath, and glanced at the sect master. I saw that the sect master made a cheering gesture to him.

The deacon tilted his head and looked at Zhuo Ping'an as if he was watching a good show.

"Hah!" Zhuo Ping'an's palm slowly turned red, emitting a faint red light, and quickly slashed down.

To his astonishment, the wood did not break. Because he didn't press one end of the table, he saw that this section of the table flew up quickly and smashed into the deacon's face under the principle of leverage.

Suddenly, a red mark appeared on the deacon's face!

"Presumptuous! Are you here for the assessment, or are you making trouble? The deacon screamed, covered his face, and glared angrily at Zhuo Ping'an.

This situation also surprised everyone present.

Then the audience erupted in laughter.

Zhuo Ping'an looked at his own palm in disbelief, looked at the wood in disbelief, and then looked at the deacon's red face in disbelief. The two of them just looked at each other.

"Zhuo Ping'an, break the wood with your bare hands! Don't pass! The deacon let go of the hand covering his face and announced loudly.

Zhuo Ping'an looked at the deformed cheeks and held back a smile. But he knew that he couldn't laugh.

He turned his head to look at the sect master, only to see the sect master smile slightly, signaling Zhuo Ping'an to go back. Zhuo Ping'an turned around and couldn't hold back a laugh, wiping his eyes with his sleeve while laughing. For a while, the people present didn't know whether Zhuo Ping'an was laughing or crying.

This is just a small episode of the conference.

In the end, the result of this freehand wood breaking was that only Zhuo Ping'an was unqualified.

"Next, Dragon Pen Ice Book!" The Grand Elder waited for the last man to return to the arena and announced.

Hearing this, Zhuo Ping'an frowned. This item is the most unconfident, the dragon pen is more than one meter long, and he only has one meter five, and the pen is about to have his own size, not to mention that he has to write on the ice, so to speak, it is even more difficult.

The sect master seemed to see Zhuo Ping'an's uneasiness, he patted Zhuo Ping'an and said, "This assessment, you should just play." But after the assessment, you have to work hard to cultivate, and you can't play as much as before! This time is also a lesson for you! ”

Zhuo Ping'an nodded, looking at the sect master, he thought of his father again. At the same time, he is really grateful to his Uncle Wang Changshi, if it weren't for him, he might have been drowned with saliva by the people on the field by now. After his father died, he was like a light, illuminating Zhuo Ping'an's world.

In the blink of an eye, the first group finished the examination of a few people, and Gao Tang also lived up to expectations and completed the assessment and obtained the place of core disciples.

When a bright star rises, there will naturally be a faint star hiding beside it.

"Zhuo Ping'an!" A thunderclap pulled Dezhuo Ping'an back from his thoughts, and he stepped down from the high platform and came to the assessment deacon team. In front of these five deacons, they wrote: calligraphy, movement, talent, speed, and synthesis.

Zhuo Ping'an hugged his fist at the five deacons who were assessed.

The five deacons looked disdainful. This fist hug is a salute between peers, and if it is according to the rules, Zhuo must bow to him.

Zhuo Ping'an picked up the dragon pen with difficulty, dipped it in ink, and ran towards the ice wall.

Suddenly, a small stick suddenly flew out and landed at Zhuo Ping'an's feet, Zhuo Ping'an slipped on one foot, and the person flew out. The ink-stained dragon pen brushed the cheeks of the five deacons.

However, none of the people present seemed to have found the single piece of wood, not even the sect master.

The five deacons also didn't know what was going on, and before they could react, their faces were wiped like coal, and only the white eyes were spinning.

For a while, the square was silent again.