The brief change in expression on Zhao Feng's face happened to be captured by Liu Yue'er, and the indifferent expression obviously did not take the genius present in his eyes.

Even when his gaze swept over the ninefold genius of the martial arts, he was still the same, and even a little disdainful.

Hum!

Liu Yue'er frowned, and snorted softly, the displeasure flashing in her eyes was undisguised.

The geniuses present are all very young, and any of them, in the original strength, are the pride of the sky, full of self-confidence, and have never admitted defeat.

Zhao Feng found that Liu Yue'er was dissatisfied with her hostility, and only then did he realize his "gaffe" just now.

Entering the sect this time, in his heart, he only regarded Beimo as a real opponent, and the others really didn't take it seriously.

"Guangjun Hou, what is the talent of your disciple, what level of spirit body is it?"

Cang Tiehou had a tentative tone.

The object of his inquiry was Zhao Feng.

As soon as these words came out, the corners of Nangong Fan's mouth couldn't help but purse a trace of mockery.

Guangjun Hou was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head: "It's just a very ordinary talent." ”

Regarding Zhao Feng's qualifications, he was reluctant to mention more.

However, this made Cang Tiehou and Liu Yue'er even more curious.

"Hmph, I don't believe his talent can beat me. ”

Liu Yue'er's pretty face had a hint of transcendent confidence.

Late night moments.

At the entrance of the mountain road, young geniuses from all walks of life talked and whispered in whispers.

Due to the assessment of the sect, it will not be until tomorrow morning, and everyone is waiting at the entrance of the mountain road.

The night is long, and there are still a few hours to wait.

Occasionally, one or two teenagers, disagreeing, sabre-rattling.

"Xiao Cheng, don't be rampant, don't think that if you are promoted to the Ninth Martial Dao, you can despise me and others. ”

Not far away, there was a dispute.

Everyone looked sideways, and they saw a black-clothed young man with a ninefold martial arts, clashing with several other young geniuses.

The young man in black is "Xiao Cheng", the only super genius of martial arts ninefold on the field.

"A rabble!"

Xiao Cheng faced several sevenfold and eightfold martial arts teenagers, his eyes were indifferent.

The aura of the Nine Layers of the Martial Dao surged with a powerful aura oppression.

The teenagers who confronted him were stagnant in their qi and blood and had difficulty breathing.

"What are you afraid of, let's go together!"

Among them, two martial arts eightfold teenagers, one left and one right, pounced on Xiao Cheng.

Suddenly, the three teenagers were fighting in a group.

All the young people present, every one of them has cultivated excellent martial arts, and their strength is rare in the same rank.

The combined strength of those two eightfold teenagers is enough to rival the ordinary martial arts ninefold, and it should not be underestimated.

But that "Xiao Cheng" is not good at stubble, he cultivates a holy product body method and a holy product attack martial arts, and in a few rounds, he beats the other two teenagers to the point that he has no power to fight back.

"Xiao Yuan's strength is close to Beimo before leaving. ”

Zhao Feng assessed in his heart.

It has been twenty days since Beimo left, and at that time, his strength was comparable to that of a half-step Saint Realm.

Now, he has joined the sect and become an elder disciple, I don't know what kind of encounter he had?

"This Xiao Cheng is from the 'Xiao family', the largest hidden family in Xiangyun Country. This family, inherited for thousands of years, has a lot of strength and is much stronger than a county town. ”

Guangjunhou said in a low voice.

It was the first time Zhao Feng had heard that Xiangyun still had such a strong force in China, which was stronger than Guangling County.

But even if it is such a hidden family, it must do everything possible to set up thousands of methods to send the genius of the family into the sect and enter the vast and vast sect world.

Plop! Plop!

Soon, Xiao Cheng knocked the two eightfold teenagers to their stomachs.

"Hahaha...... In this sect assessment, the first place belongs to me!"

Xiao Cheng let out a long laugh.

Fighting for first place?

As soon as he said this, it aroused the hostility of some top geniuses on the field, including Liu Yue'er, Princess Yunxiangmeng and other geniuses, who all looked sideways.

The entrance assessment of the Xiaoyue Sect adopts a ranking system.

As far as Zhao Feng knows, there are three levels in the entry assessment.

Each level is scored by a master of the sect.

At the end of the list, a ranking is listed based on the comprehensive results of the three level scores.

For example, if the Xiaoyue Sect only admits twenty disciples, then it will only admit the top twenty geniuses.

Correspondingly, the higher the ranking, the greater the advantage after entering the sect, and it is likely to be favored by a certain middle and high-level of the sect and reused.

These details were mentioned by Guangjun Hou to Zhao Feng and the others.

Now, Xiao Yuan's goal is to be the first place, which makes many teenagers unconvinced.

Of course, no one challenged Xiao Cheng.

Because in terms of cultivation, Xiao Cheng is indeed the first in the field, and his strength is estimated to be the first, and no one can shake it.

But the problem is that the entrance assessment of the sect is based on talent, strength, understanding and other aspects.

Among them, talent accounts for the highest proportion, reaching sixty percent.

In other words, just because you're the strongest doesn't mean you'll be able to win the first place.

"Hmph! In the sect assessment, talent is king. ”

"That's right, no matter how high the strength is, if the talent is insufficient, sooner or later it will be surpassed. ”

Some of the young geniuses present were not convinced, but they did not challenge either.

The entry assessment focuses on comprehensive results, and more emphasis is placed on natural physique.

For the petty fights of the juniors, the strong men of the older generation smiled and didn't care very much.

"Xiao Yuan, Yun Xiangmeng, Liu Yue'er, Kong Yuanhao......"

Zhao Feng's gaze paid attention to some outstanding young geniuses present.

Among them, the one with the highest cultivation is Xiao Yuan.

Secondly, Yun Xiangmeng and Liu Yue'er, as women, are talented and beautiful, and they are all superhuman.

After the last, there is also a "Kong Yuanhao".

The reason why Zhao Feng noticed this person was because the other party was only thirteen or fourteen years old, younger than himself, and he actually had a martial arts eightfold cultivation.

Kong Yuanhao has a doll, which is very white and clean, and is shorter than other teenagers.

Zhao Feng felt a breath similar to Beimo from this little boy.

As if sensing Zhao Feng's gaze, Kong Yuanhao suddenly looked sideways, and the two looked at each other.

Kong Yuanhao's eyes blinked, and he smiled at him, innocent.

Time passes slowly.

A few hours later, the sky in the distance showed a faint light.

At the moment of dawn, everyone saw the long-lost sunrise, and the faint glow was projected into the mist of the opposite "Tianyue Mountain", reflecting the blurred silver glow.

The sun rises, and the outline of Tianyue Mountain is faintly visible.

However, there is a strange mist around the mountains, and it is difficult for the naked eye to see what is going on in the mountains.

Zhao Feng was an exception, his left eye contracted, his gaze became sharp, as if there was a piercing force, staring at the situation in the mist.

Vaguely, Zhao Feng saw an isolated scene: in the mist, there were streams, lakes, and even plains and fields on the mountains, planted with some strange flowers and medicinal herbs.

On the green mountains, there are many pavilions and palaces, the more in the center, the more luxurious and magnificent.

When his left eye was pushed to the limit, Zhao Feng saw a dark cyan temple floating in the air, surrounded by a layer of thumb-thick cyan lightning, mysterious and majestic, exuding an aura of eternal desolation......

"What's that! The whole hall actually floated in the air, dancing with the arc of rain and mist. ”

Zhao Feng was shocked.

Every scene and object in the sectarian world is full of a peculiar artistic conception and pattern, which is different from the outside country.

In particular, the floating hall, dancing with the electric rain and mist, gives people the illusion of being in a mythological era.

Zhao Feng was difficult to calm down in his heart, and he felt the frequent beating from his left eye, which seemed to produce some kind of induction.

It's just that he can't ask other people.

Because the hall was far away, and it was in the fog, it was blocked by a mysterious force, and outside the mountain gate, even if it was a strong person who had escaped the mortal holy realm, he could not see it.

Buzz!

A bright white light rose from the other end of the cliff.

Zhao Feng's left eye saw that at the end of the winding mountain road, a stone gate weighing 10,000 catties flowed with a trace of white light, intertwined with the surrounding fog, and slowly rose.

"The mountain gate is open!"

The crowd was cheering loudly.

Teng!Teng!Teng......

Some figures quickly jumped on the winding "U" shaped bluestone mountain road.

"The introductory exam is about to begin. ”

Guang Junhou reminded the three disciples to take the lead and lead the way in front.

After walking the winding and steep bluestone mountain road, everyone arrived in front of the 10,000-jin stone gate.

This stone gate is the entrance gate of Xiaoyue Sect.

At the entrance of the mountain gate, there were four young men guarding it, and their bodies exuded a powerful and terrifying aura, which was enough to make the martial arts nine hearts tremble.

Zhao Feng opened his left eye and found that the strength of the four young men was equal to that of Guangjun Marquis and other Saint Realm powerhouses.

Guangjun Hou's cultivation is the double heaven of the mortal realm, and the four young men guarding the door are also roughly the same.

In the outer realm, this is a giant who has ascended to the sky by force, but in the sect, they are just guarding the mountain.

Guangjun Hou and other strong people of the older generation took out a special token from their bodies and passed them one by one.

"Meet Deacon Qiu!"

At the entrance of the mountain gate, another group of sect members appeared, and there were more than a dozen of them, exuding a powerful suffocating aura of oppression.

These members of the sect are wearing uniform black-patterned green shirts, and they are all powerhouses of the Transcendent Realm, that is, the powerhouses of the Holy Realm who are high in the eyes of the outside world.

The leader, a middle-aged man with a blessed appearance, is the "Deacon Qiu" who respectfully saluted everyone.

"I've seen Deacon Qiu!"

Guangjun Hou and others stepped forward one after another and saluted respectfully.

The genius teenagers below did not dare to take it lightly and followed the salute.

Zhao Feng felt that the breath on the "Deacon Qiu" was deep and bottomless, and it did not leak at all.

His left eye, opened slightly for a moment, and he felt a majestic force in the other party's body, which made his blood tremble, and his left eye also beat frequently, and his heart was uneasy.

"The strength of this 'Deacon Qiu' is probably several times stronger than that of Shizun, and he can kill ordinary Saint Realm powerhouses with a snap of his fingers. ”

Zhao Feng's heart trembled, and the moment his left eye opened, he came to a conclusion, and he didn't dare to look more, for fear of being noticed by the other party.

"Everyone, come with me. ”

Deacon Qiu's gaze glanced at everyone present, and it was a kind of indifferent gaze like an ant.

A moment later, the group came to the bottom of a tall stone platform.

On the stone platform, there is a crystal cylinder as high as ten zhang, with a diameter of half a meter, which shimmers in the sun.

"In the first level of 'Lingtian Pillar', everyone receives the number plate. ”

Deacon Qiu instructed the people below to let each elder, with the teenager, go forward to register, enter their basic information, and receive the corresponding number plate.

"Zhao Feng, No. 49. ”

"Yang Qingshan, No. 50. ”

......

When receiving the number plate, Zhao Feng found that around the stone platform, some members of the sect came to watch the excitement.

Among them, a handsome young man in a black-striped green shirt looked at Guangjunhou with a comfortable face, and smiled: "Uncle Xu Ran, we meet again." ”

Yang Qingshan and the others looked sideways, and suddenly showed hostility and vigilance.

This handsome young man was the uninvited guest who broke into Guangling Mansion and took away Beimo that day, Quan Chen.