It's March, and it's early spring.

The warm morning sun shines through the clouds, scattering and shining on the earth, and the faint temperature completely dispels the cold that has not yet dissipated.

Stormy City, on the wide streets, it was very lively, and one by one the warriors left the restaurant inn early and headed towards the inner city.

The battle between the Nine Sects has been going on for nearly a month today, and during this time, many martial artists have rushed over.

Among these martial artists, there are those who missed the Nine Sects because they didn't catch up with the time. There are also some pure ones that come to see the excitement. There are even some people who are ready to come over to tap potential young geniuses, and the sects and other powerful people who have ideas under the account.

Regardless of the reason or purpose of these people, the only thing that is the same is that the arrival of these people has made the Nine Sects more popular.

Among the restaurants, inns and teahouses on both sides of the street, there were many high-ranking friends, and warriors sat together in twos and threes, talking enthusiastically one after another.

"Don't you see, in the second round of assessment, the number of dead martial artists is really high! There are more than 6,000 people. Although the Nine Sects Rivalry has been held for so many sessions, to this day, I have never seen so many people die that time!" said a martial artist foaming at the mouth.

"More than 6,000 people, how is this possible?" the person next to him gasped and said in shock.

"Hmph, what are you lying to, tens of thousands of people saw it that day!" Sensing the other party's questioning, the martial artist immediately snorted coldly.

"Hehe, I'm not surprised. Brother, don't be surprised. I heard that the third round of assessment will be in ten days, and if you calculate the time, ten days should be almost over, right?" Seeing his displeasure, the martial artist next to him immediately smiled with a smile on his face.

"Well, today is the last day, and the third round of the tournament will start tomorrow!" Hearing this, the martial artist's face improved a little, raised the teacup on the table, took a sip, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Brother. This time, 500 people participated in the third round of assessment. I heard that there are people in the Purple Cloud Domain who have also obtained qualifications!" the martial artist next to him immediately asked again.

"Speaking of which, you don't believe it" Hearing his words, the warrior immediately foamed at the mouth.

At this moment, such a conversation between the two of them. At the same time. In other places. It's also going on and on.

There are three rounds of assessment, and the first round of assessment is similar to a big wave of sand. Set a standard to eliminate those martial artists who are lucky and plan to mess with each other.

In this way, it not only saves time, but also ensures the fairness of the competition.

A qiē is all based on strength, and there will be no loopholes.

From a certain point of view, the purpose of the second round of assessment is the same as that of the first round of assessment, screening again, survival of the fittest, strong enough, you can get a place, and advance to the third round, if the strength is not enough, you will naturally be screened and eliminated.

After these two rounds of screening, the participating warriors, both in terms of numbers and strength, have reached the best level.

It can be said that the dross is gone, and those who remain are the elite of the elite and the genius of geniuses.

In this way, the third round of assessment will also begin.

Compared with the first two rounds of assessment, this third round of assessment can be regarded as the real beginning of the Nine Sects Competition, and it is also the most exciting time for the Nine Sects Competition.

The five hundred people who passed the second round of assessment, as well as the disciples of the nine major sects, a total of five hundred and nine people, will fight on the same stage and compete in martial arts.

The winner wins, the loser is eliminated, and the top ten are determined until the top ten and the strongest three are finally decided.

The duel of geniuses and the collision of the strong will continue to be staged here.

All the martial artists, whether they were eliminated in the first two rounds of assessment, or those who arrived later, all of them were waiting with anticrity for the start of the third round of assessment.

Waiting is boring, and it is also the most boring, especially at this time, for all the warriors, this time is really long, it is like spending days like years.

Ten days, in the long-awaited waiting, finally passed, and today is the last day.

In front of Wuzhen Building, there are staggered main streets, and at this time, hundreds of carriages are parked on the streets.

Most of these carriages are owned by members of various sects, and of course, some of them are organized by people and specially waiting here.

In a carriage that was not very luxurious, Ji Xuanfeng and Liu Wusheng sat opposite each other, and in the middle of the two was a low table, which was full of a stack of pastries, a stack of fruits, and two cups of hot tea.

"Ten days, I don't know how much progress they will make!" Ji Xuanfeng said softly through the car window and landed on the inconspicuous Wuzhen Building not far away.

Wuzhen Building, ten days of use, although in the previous Nine Sects Competition, the second round of assessment will get a lot of rewards, but this reward is unique.

Ji Xuanfeng, as the sect master of the Hidden Blood Sect and a Sword Emperor powerhouse at the peak realm of the Nine Stars, was naturally very clear about this cultivation holy place of the God Refining Sect.

"There are still three hours, they should almost come out, and they will know when the time comes!" Compared to Ji Xuanfeng, Liu Wusheng was much calmer, he looked up at Ji Xuanfeng and asked, "Xuanfeng, do you think that Bili and Feng Ming can be sure that they can get the top ten in this third round of the competition?"

"Not a single point!" Hearing this, Ji Xuanfeng was slightly silent, then shook his head lightly and said.

That's right, I'm not sure at all. Although the strength of Feng Ming and Xiao Bieli is not weak, Ji Xuanfeng knows very well in his heart that this 'not weak' is just compared to ordinary martial artists, compared to these martial artists who have gone through a tragic battle and passed the second round of assessment, it is nothing at all, if it weren't for Han Chen, several of them would not even be able to pass the second round of assessment, and even if they had already died under the sword of Lin Qinghan and others of the Netherworld Sect, they would have turned into a corpse.

"I think the same as you!" Liu Wusheng smiled faintly, raised his hand to pick up the teacup on the table, took a sip and said, "Since you are not sure at all, then naturally you don't have to worry about it." Being able to get a chance to enter the Wuzhen Building to cultivate is already a great luck for them to leave, no matter how much they improve, it doesn't matter anymore!"

"Hmm!" Hearing this, Ji Xuanfeng frowned slightly, and then he could only nod helplessly.

"What I'm curious about now is how much Han Chen will improve in these ten days!" Liu Wusheng turned his head to look at Wuzhen Building and said softly, "This young man will be the only hope for our two sects!"

"I'm really curious about him!"

Hearing Liu Wusheng's words, Ji Xuanfeng glanced at the latter, and then turned his head to look at Wuzhen Building, the two did not speak again, and the carriage seemed very quiet.

Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, three hours passed.

At this moment, the 10-day retreat has officially passed. (To be continued......)

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