Volume 1: The Death of Panling Chapter 18 Prototype
As the two chatted, the subtitles on the rune screen scrolled continuously.
The subtitles were scrolled five times before they ended. Everyone has found their place. Naturally, some people are elated, and some people are sad.
Zhao Wen also saw his ranking, fourth.
Zhao Wen ranked sixth in the first major item before, and now he has scored two more, Zhao Wen is also quite satisfied, and it seems that he has added a lot of points to defeating Li Chongxiao.
At the same time, Zhao Wen also saw Chu Huairen's ranking, eighth.
"This Chu Huairen is not simple." Zhao Wen said silently.
"Fourth, it's amazing, Brother Zhao! Congratulations. Chu Huairen congratulated.
Zhao Wen said modestly: "There is still a challenge ahead, and this ranking cannot be counted." ”
"Hahaha, I understand! This year's reward for the Bashan Martial Arts Academy is really attractive, if Brother Zhao adds more oil, maybe he can get a few more. Chu Huairen laughed, and his eyes showed that I could see through you.
Zhao Wen shook his head and smiled bitterly, just wanting to explain that he didn't mean that.
On the high platform, Li Yanfeng spoke again: "Okay, the other two segmented test venues have also announced the rankings at the same time. On our side, the candidates of the seventh to ninth ranks, less than 300 people, should leave the martial arts academy according to the instructions. More than 300 people, give you half an hour, go to the entrance of the secret realm to gather! ”
The crowd suddenly became agitated, and the two groups of people who were about to leave and those who needed to go to the entrance of the secret realm gradually formed two currents, flowing in different directions. Zhao Wen watched silently, and suddenly, a will was born in his heart, breaking through the top of his head, straight up, and going straight to the vast and endless void.
"Huh?" Just as Zhao Wen's will rushed into the void, in a grass house in the depths of the Bashan Martial Academy, an old man in gray robe sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes.
Martial Intent!
"Huh", the old man instantly rose into the air, exploded the roof of the grass house, and was suspended in mid-air. Suddenly, I felt more clearly that in the direction of the examination room, a slightly green martial arts will went forward like wolf smoke.
The old man could hardly believe his eyes. Where is the exam room going? Who?
At this time, Zhao Wen felt that he had come to the sky in an instant, a brave forward, if not advancing, retreating, indomitable spiritual will to support himself, wanting to break through all obstacles, just move forward, forward, forward! Don't bother to care about anything else.
Zhao Wen didn't know that if he let this will leave his body and rush to the sky, once he reached the Gangfeng layer in the sky, he was afraid that he would be shattered if he struggled a few times, after all, this will was just a prototype, a reckless child, very immature. And this newborn will carries all the spirit of Zhao Wen, once it is broken, Zhao Wen is afraid that he will be seriously ill. What's even more terrifying is that the will is frustrated, and it is almost impossible for Zhao Wen to condense this will in the future.
Just when Zhao Wen's nascent martial intent was rushing higher and higher, Zhao Wen suddenly felt that his body below him was patted, and he vaguely heard someone calling anxiously: "Zhao Wen, Zhao Wen?" ”
Zhao Wenwen's extremely high field of vision swirled around, and then the crowd of people in the assessment venue returned to the field of vision again.
In an instant, Zhao Wen's martial intent prototype was withdrawn into his body.
Zhao Wen only felt a little tired all over his body, and turned his head to look over, Chu Huairen was looking at him anxiously.
"Are you alright? Why did you suddenly get stunned? Shouting that you didn't respond for a long time? Chu Huairen said.
"It's fine." Zhao Wen shook his head.
Chu Huairen looked at Zhao Wen suspiciously, always feeling that something was happening, but he didn't think much about it, but continued: "Let's go, I don't know how far the entrance of the secret realm is from here, half an hour is not long." ”
"Uh-huh, let's go." Zhao Wen's footsteps moved mechanically, and the whole person was still immersed in the feeling of forging ahead in the sky just now, and responded casually.
The two merged into the flow of people.
Just when the rudiments of martial intent in the sky suddenly disappeared, the gray-robed old man in the sky suspended in the depths of the martial academy frowned, perceiving the assessment site that enveloped the entire seventh to ninth rank, and swept back and forth several times to nothing. Even if the gray-robed old man was a martial arts cultivator, it was very difficult to stay in the air for a long time, so he had to drop his body helplessly.
"It's interesting, it's interesting, it's clear just now that someone has initially come into contact with martial arts. This is something that is difficult for the Grandmaster to comprehend, maybe it is my delusion? The old man muttered to himself, feeling a little unconvinced.
"It can't be an illusion, the prototype of the martial intent just now is extremely clear." The old man immediately denied his doubts just now.
"Hahaha!" The old man suddenly burst out laughing: "Heaven has to help me Panling City Branch!" ”
The gray-robed old man's figure blurred for a while, and he disappeared directly in place.
The sunset sank, the sky was getting dark, and at the entrance of the secret realm, the black-faced god stood with his eyes slightly closed.
Several college instructors guided the candidates to assemble at the entrance, and the flow of people continued to converge, and soon all 300 candidates were in place.
At the moment when all the three hundred candidates arrived at the entrance of the secret realm, the black-faced god's ears moved slightly, and he raised his eyelids: "Yes, it's all here." Listen carefully to what I say below, I'll just say it once! ”
The crowd fell silent.
The black-faced god then said in a deep voice: "The assessment has been carried out for two days and one night now, hunger and sleepiness are inevitable, but the assessment will not stop for you." The secret realm behind me is the content of your next assessment.
Listen up! This year's assessment is different from previous ones, once you enter the secret realm, any choice, any behavior, even eating, drinking, and sleeping, will be evaluated and scored.
In addition, there are three hundred bronze medals of the Martial Academy in the secret realm, and you need to find and bring out the bronze medals.
Finally, in this assessment, the score statistics after leaving the secret realm, I have the final say, and I say how many points I have.
Don't explain, don't accept questions, if you don't want to participate in this assessment, you can stand up and send you out of the martial arts academy now. ”
All the candidates are a little confused when they hear the words of the black-faced god, no one has ever experienced such an assessment, even eating, drinking, and sleeping have to be calculated, and the final assessment score is not explained, and no questions are accepted, isn't this the black-faced god's words.
But no one dares to stand up, and those who know the black-faced god know that one of the three horrors of the academy is not a joke.
The iron face is harsh, jealous and hateful, and even ruthless. In fact, even if the black-faced god didn't say it, none of the candidates present dared to question it, even Duan Changtian, the only warrior in the audience.
During this long day, after passing the first major item, he directly skipped the battle and came to participate in the last item.
Everyone is rushing to study in the martial arts academy, and they have all reached the last step, how can anyone want to leave like this.
The oppressive eyes of the black-faced god swept across the audience, and no one said a word.