The assessment continues to be carried out in an orderly manner.

Six hundred high-level disciples were introduced by the examiner into a clearing at the back of the main hall, and around this open space, there were six long pillars, and I don't know what kind of jade was made of, giving people a sense of mystery.

The chief examiner said: "This field is a practice formation in the Star Luo Palace, and the position you are in is the core area of the formation. At that time, in this formation, spiritual power will be induced, coercion, and a test will be formed for you. If you can't support it, you can choose to get out of these six pillars, and you won't be oppressed by the power of the formation. This is a test of your endurance and all that is part of the fourth round. Do you get it?"

"Got it!"

"Well, depending on the length of time you have been supporting, there will also be a grading ladder. The corresponding scores, you will know when you come out!"

"Are you all ready?"

"Ready!" roared. Obviously, after a night's rest, these senior disciples have recovered a lot in terms of physical strength and energy, so their fighting spirit is strong again, obviously hoping to get good results in the trial on the second day.

"Okay, let's get started!"

In the huge open space, six hundred people sat cross-legged and found their place, and each of them reserved a certain amount of space without interfering with each other.

Yan Feng was also in this ranks, found a place to sit down, and suddenly looked up, only to find Qin Wushuang sitting opposite him, blinking his eyes slightly.

"Senior Brother Qin, this time, you will definitely still get a perfect score!" Yan Feng said.

Qin Wushuang smiled slightly, nodded, but said, "Concentrate, don't be distracted, focus, take care of your heart." Run the true qi in the body, and run the weekly cycle. ”

Although Qin Wushuang didn't know the specifics of this spiritual power formation, according to his experience, it should be the best way to protect himself from this kind of spiritual power invasion, maintaining his original heart and not being disturbed.

The more distracted and distracted you are, the easier it is to be overwhelmed.

As soon as the spiritual power formation was activated, the six hundred people present could suddenly feel a force squeezing from all directions, and that feeling was like being in a low-lying place, and suddenly found that the tide around them was gushing in, surrounding them, and the feeling of being unable to leak out.

As soon as this spiritual power rushed, some of the senior disciples whose cultivation was not high immediately rushed to their chests and felt a sigh of relief, and hurriedly fought against it.

Qin Wushuang was unaware, lowered his brows, closed his eyes lightly, as if he was in a state of flux, completely ignoring the changes in the outside world. No matter how thunder and wind blow, thunder and hail don't seem to be able to move him in the slightest.

Stand like a pine, sit like a clock.

At this moment, Qin Wushuang was like a bell, the wind and rain did not move, as if the collapse of heaven and earth could not make him open his eyes.

The waves of spiritual power are like ripples.

It's just that this ripple is not the kind that expands outward, but the kind that squeezes inward and keeps constricting. It feels like an infinitely long rope, being tied round and round, constantly rolling and looping.

Although the urging of this spiritual power does not have the impact of stormy waves, nor the fierceness of storms, it is long and long, and it has been advancing at a uniform speed.

In this way, little by little, it continues to accumulate, like a trickle of rivers and seas, just like an inch of fine soil into a high mountain, and the more the coercion accumulates, the more intense it becomes.

A quarter of an hour later, some senior disciples felt upset and irritable, and began to feel extremely fierce, their breathing became short, and their faces were also suffocated, as if they were not careful, they would die of exhaustion.

However, these people still stood up, and no one stood up to abstain.

Senior disciples, all of them have an identity, and among the six hundred senior disciples on the scene, naturally none of them want to be the first to stand up and announce their abandonment.

Then, this persistence quickly became a form of torture. Those high-level disciples who were strong only felt a "buzzing" tinnitus in their ears, their internal organs seemed to rush out of their chests, and their whole bodies seemed to be constantly squeezed and rubbed by an invisible thug, and even their facial features were almost squeezed and deformed.

Burst!

Finally, someone couldn't hold it anymore, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. Staggered to his feet, stumbling towards the perimeter of the pillar. This person also knows that if he continues to hold on, he may not even be able to save his life, let alone strive for any assessment results.

The first person to give up appeared, and the other senior disciples who barely supported it, their psychological defenses immediately loosened, and their wills were also shaken.

Once the will is shaken, it is not far from giving up.

One after another, after half an hour, more than half of the senior disciples withdrew. And these people, obviously, will get low scores.

Some of these high-ranking disciples who remained present were still calm and light, and judging from their expressions, they didn't feel any discomfort at all.

If you stand on the periphery and watch at this time, it is easy to distinguish which people have high cultivation, which people have strong stamina, which people can bear it, and those people who are about to be unable to bear it.

After half an hour of testing, the part with high cultivation is certainly under great pressure, but it is obvious that the pressure can be easily resolved.

And the part that is cultivated as average, although it is still barely supported, is obviously at the end of the strong crossbow.

At this stage, the power of spiritual power is no longer like the feeling of being covered around the tide, it is simply like digging a big pit, filling them directly, and then filling them down one by one.

It's this feeling of being buried alive, a dull, deathly suffocating feeling.

Call!

A few more people jumped up and slammed into the perimeter of the pillar as if fleeing for their lives. If you hold on for a few more moments, I'm afraid that even my heart will be spit out of my mouth alive.

This kind of pressure has reached this level at this moment, and it is no longer something that ordinary high-level disciples can suppress.

At this moment, Yan Feng also gritted his teeth and supported it. There were a few times when he wanted to stand up and give up, but when he opened his eyes and saw Qin Wushuang's calm expression, the temperament of the mountains collapsing forward and not changing color, invisibly, he was also infected, barely supported, and even let him hold on for an extra quarter of an hour.

At this time, Yan Feng's forehead had already begun to rain with sweat, beads of sweat the size of beans kept falling, and the green tendons on his forehead were twice as thick as usual.

He knew that if he didn't go out, this spiritual power would invade his body, and he was afraid that he would directly burst his blood vessels and his tendons, so he sighed softly in his heart, seeing that there were only dozens of people left in the huge formation, and most of them were innate.

Looking at Qin Wushuang again, it was still as if he was in a state of flux, without any pressure at all, and judging from his expression, he didn't see any pressure. It was as if this was not a spiritual power formation at all, but a hot spring, which made him extremely comfortable and concentrate on enjoying it.

But as Yan Feng thought, Qin Wushuang was enjoying it very much at this time. He's different from anyone. Others, even innate high-level disciples, were struggling to resist the coercion of this spiritual power, but Qin Wushuang, like a glutton, was absorbing the spiritual power released from the spiritual power formation.

The spiritual power released by this spiritual power formation is so rich, compared to the spiritual power when he is cultivating outside, it is more than ten times richer, so that Qin Wushuang touches it, it is naturally as suitable as if he was sleepy and touched the pillow.

Unconsciously, "North Hell**" urged, constantly absorbing spiritual power. At first, all he absorbed was the spiritual power around him.

When "Northern Darkness**" began to run at a high speed, the spiritual power around him was no longer enough for him to absorb, and the scope of absorption naturally expanded.

The fingertips moved slightly, and his hands were on his knees, which seemed to be a simple cross-legged posture, but Qin Wushuang himself knew that this was the hand decision of the "Northern Darkness**".

The two thumbs are slightly forward-turned, which is to use the Shaoshang acupoint, use the Shaoshang sword intent of the "Heavenly Vein Condensation Sword", and cooperate with the practice method of "North Underworld**", absorb the spiritual power in front of it, enter from the Shaoshang acupoint, circulate a line, and finally enter the Jizhong acupoint.

This line, Qin Wushuang was already very proficient, when he was in the main vein of Lingxiao, he had absorbed the inner pill spiritual power of the Fire Cloud Vulture and the spiritual power of the Qi Sea of the man in black, so he was naturally familiar with the road and did not have the slightest sense of stagnation.

Yan Feng, who was already unable to support it, suddenly felt that the pressure on his body was light, and the spiritual power around his body was bound, as if he had been suddenly pulled away. The body that seemed to be tied up was suddenly untied, and it was extremely relaxed.

Yan Feng was overjoyed, he didn't understand what was going on for a while, he only felt that the spiritual power around him, as soon as it touched the surface of his skin, it was immediately sucked away by some domineering force, and it was completely unable to form an effective restraint on his body.

This made Yan Feng, who was about to give up, like grabbing a sampan when he was drowning, and he was ecstatic, and hurriedly sat back in his original posture with his knees crossed, and he was running his true qi again in a fake appearance.

Although Qin Wushuang had never opened his eyes, everything Yan Feng felt was actually his intentional move.

He felt that Yan Feng was about to give up, and for the sake of a relationship between the two, it was Yan Feng who led him to the Vientiane Valley in order to obtain the eight spirit pills and obtain the innate primal spirit pill, this kind of good fate, now that there is an opportunity to promote Yan Feng, Qin Wushuang will naturally not sit idly by.

It's just that Qin Wushuang's square inch is just right, and the scope of absorption is only in the area between Yan Feng and himself, and it definitely doesn't go deep into other people.

Therefore, the other high-ranking disciples around did not notice the slightest change here.

In this way, Yan Feng became the most relaxed one in this magic array, except for Qin Wushuang.

After all, other disciples, even if they are innate, are simply unable to absorb spiritual power under the impact of this kind of spiritual power, after all, not everyone has this kind of perverted exercise. Those people could only fight against the spiritual power without courtesy, but Qin Wushuang directly sucked the spiritual power away.

This gap between one in and one out is fatal!

This change, even the invigilator outside the venue, it is obviously impossible to experience the subtle changes.

Two hours passed, people kept giving up, and there were fewer and fewer people in the field. In the end, the innate senior disciples also withdrew one after another, and there were very few people in the field, only four people left.

And among these four people, except for Qin Wushuang and Yan Feng, the other two innate disciples were already sweating profusely and might give up at any time.

Of course, Yan Feng was naturally "sweating profusely" at this moment, but he was sweating profusely, but he tried his best to pretend to be it.

Although forcing yourself to sweat is also a very difficult thing to do, it is obviously easier to sweat than to fight against the endless spiritual power.

Even the invigilators outside the venue were smacked at the performance of Yan Feng's "dark horse".

(To be continued)