"Okay, now please gather all the talents who have signed up for the name under the high platform, and someone below will tell you what to do. On this high platform, I am waiting for all the young talents to come with me to listen to the Snow Sword Sect!" the old man did not let everyone wait for long, and spoke again.

As soon as his words fell, the silent square was instantly ignited, like an exploding powder keg, and the clamour, discussions, and envy were endless. This makes the originally slightly cold morning a little hot and dry.

"Humph!"

Mu Ran, a cold snort sounded in everyone's hearts, hitting everyone's hearts like a hammer, and a brief blank appeared in the square again, and a touch of fear appeared on everyone's faces. Then they all cast their frightened eyes on the vague old man figure on the high platform again.

Wang Dazhui also looked at Gao Tai with a stunned expression, and muttered in his mouth: "A cold snort can spread throughout the audience and shock thousands of people? This old man's strength is not low!"

In this Xuanxia Continent, martial arts prevailed, and people called martial cultivators cultivators, and cultivators were divided into ten stars, that is, ten levels, and each level was divided into early, middle, and late stages. In this world where the strong are respected, warriors, especially powerful warriors, are respected wherever they go.

Because this world needs warriors to guard, and those powerful warriors need to kill demon beasts, protect cities, protect farmland, and protect people who are still weak for the time being.

"Okay, let's go and gather under the high platform!" Thoughts flew back, Wang Dazhui slapped Ning Jun who was full of shock, pulled Ning Qinghan, who had wooden eyes, and walked forward directly.

"Ahh Ning Jun, who had recovered, looked more and more excited, and shouted loudly.

If you can enter the sect, then your worth will skyrocket in an instant, who can bully yourself and your family?

There are ten wooden tables under the high platform, and in front of each wooden table is a middle-aged man with an indifferent expression. Before Wang Dazhui and the three of them approached, the big man said directly: "The people who participated in the assessment will register first, and then look for the competition ring according to the numbers they draw." After speaking, he took out a black wooden box and came out.

"Brother Ning, you go over to draw the number first!" Wang Dazhui glanced at the people around him who came to participate in the assessment, and saw that everyone was like this, so he said to Ning Jun.

"Okay!" Ning Jun was already eager to try, and randomly drew a number in the black wood black, and then raised excitedly, "No. 2 ring, No. 16!"

"Go ahead and get ready. The middle-aged man smiled and nodded.

"Come with me this time!" Ning Qinghan squeezed her tender little hands tightly, her bright eyes were full of determination, she turned her head to Wang Dazhui who was protecting her in front of her and affirmed: "Brother Sledgehammer, remember to cheer for me!"

Wang Dazhui smiled slightly and said, "Of course." ”

Not long after, Ning Qinghan took the number plate, and she drew the No. 3 ring and the No. 5.

Because the order of the game is divided according to the ring, according to No. 1 vs. No. 2, No. 3 vs. No. 4, the first of the three is Ning Jun, followed by Ning Qinghan.

For Ning Jun, Wang Dazhui is still very relieved. With those good things that he gave him, as long as he didn't commit too many stupid crimes, the probability of passing the assessment would not be less than 90 percent.

The only thing he was worried about was Ning Qinghan, after all, Qinghan was a girl, and her fighting skills, methods, and adaptability were not as good as boys, so he wanted to follow and take a look.

The three of them arrived under ring three.

In the first game, the two people who fought against each other were martial artists close to one-star strength, and they both took the physical training route, and the duel was completely physical and hard, the burly body was like a bison, rampage, the scene was quite shocking, and Ning Qinghan was scared a lot, but she still endured it and watched it.

Because Ning Qinghan knew in his heart that this was the world realm of martial arts, the world realm that he was about to step into. If you don't adapt to it, you can only be eliminated by it, and the result of elimination is death.

In the second competition, the two people who fought against each other, one of them majored in cultivating the body, and the other took the main cultivation method. The duel is a bit like you are chasing me, one wants to fight in close combat, the other wants to open the distance to start a fight, and in the end, the young man who majored in the exercises is even better, and the young man who is practicing the body is exhausted and wins.

When the second game ended, Ning Qinghan stood up abruptly, looked at the ring with a firm gaze, and said, "It's finally my turn." ”

"Yes, you can do it. Wang Dazhui pinched Ning Qinghan's tender little hand and affirmed.

"Sister, come on!" Ning Jun did not forget to cheer him up in the back.

The herald's voice sounded: "In the third game, Ning Qinghan will face off against Tiemu. ”

Ning Qinghan didn't say anything more and slowly walked into the ring. Standing in the ring was a young man in a black shirt. The young man's face was full of rebellion, his skin was fair, and his thin lips were slightly upturned.

"Your name is Ning Qinghan, you look good, surrender quickly, it's a good choice to be my maid, hehe!" Seeing that it was such a beautiful girl facing off against him, a flash of obsession flashed in the eyes of the black-shirted young man, and he smiled.

Ning Qinghan frowned, she had seen a lot of prodigal sons like a black-shirted young man, but she had never seen such a direct one, and immediately said with a cold face: "Who wants to be your maid, don't be ashamed!"

"Yo Yo, you thin arms and thin legs, can you fight? I think it's better to surrender directly. Lest I accidentally get hurt, then I will be distressed. The black-shirted young man laughed out loud again, and the laughter was full of disdain and ridicule.

"I hate it!" Ning Qinghan's pretty face became even colder, and he directly pulled up the momentum.

Wearing something that her brother made for herself with a sledgehammer and drinking medicine, the little girl is quite confident.

"Ha Luha, I hate it, you will know if I hate it or not!" The black-shirted young man laughed gloomily, as soon as the words fell, his body was like an arrow off the string, rushing towards Ning Qinghan, and a violent kick attacked Ning Qinghan's abdomen, domineering and fierce, without the slightest pity for the jade.

Ning Qinghan was shocked in her heart, but she quickly calmed down, with the good things given by Wang Da Hammer, her confidence skyrocketed, and she was naturally not so nervous in the face of this black-shirted young man.

When the attack was approaching, Ning Qinghan's body suddenly moved, and the speed of movement was so fast that people didn't even have time to react!

One punch!

Ning Qinghan threw a punch directly, and the lightning struck the black-shirted young man in the abdomen.

"Boom ——!!!"

A dull voice sounded, and the powerful force knocked the black-shirted young man out of the air!

A string of Yin Hong's blood flowers was left in the air, bewitching and beautiful, and then a heavy landing sound was heard.

After eating Ning Qinghan's punch, the black-shirted young man obviously couldn't get up.

"The game is over! Ning Qinghan wins!" The herald immediately announced the results of the game.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

How can this little girl have such a lot of strength, and that speed, she is almost catching up with a two-star martial artist. Is this the strength that a martial artist who has not yet sect had? Or is she a little girl who is only sixteen or seventeen years old?!

"Hehe, Qinghan is very good!" Looking at Ning Qinghan, who couldn't believe that he had won when he stepped out of the ring, Wang Dazhui gave a thumbs up.

"Brother Sledgehammer!" Ning Qinghan threw himself directly into Wang Dazhui's arms, his little face flushed, and he jumped and shouted excitedly: "I...... I won! I won! Brother Sledgehammer, I won!"

"Silly girl, that doesn't have to be!" Wang Dazhui winked at her and said, "What I gave you is easy to use, right?"

"It's easy to use!" Ning Qinghan said with a grin: "Brother Sledgehammer, thank you!"