Nie Xiaoqian was stared at by so many eyes, her little face turned red, and she was obviously very shy.

But I saw her gritting her teeth, straightening up her small body, and resolutely walking towards the test bench.

"Wow...... At such a young age, it's really distressing!"

"The luck of the Qing Ying Sect!"

"Yes, who would have thought that people would come first!"

"Little sister, come on!"

"Phew, people need you to cheer up, if you are not a real genius, you can be on the same level as us at such a young age!"

"That's right, if she hadn't had good qualifications, a genius among geniuses, she wouldn't have the opportunity she has today!"

"Yes, I think you and I are also geniuses in our respective counties, within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, but when you compare it on a larger scale, it immediately seems ordinary, but this girl makes people know that it is not simple at a glance. ”

"Well, at such a young age, cultivating to the marrow cleansing realm, must be extremely qualified!"

"Look, the test has begun......"

As the test came to an end, most of the martial artists had either become preparatory disciples of the five major sects or had already been eliminated.

Some people are too happy to help themselves, and some people are so depressed that they can't get rid of it.

A kind of restlessness that is different from the usual time rises in the hearts of many people.

Every remaining martial artist who came to the stage to test became this kind of vent.

Argumentative.

Expectation, encouragement, coaxing, taunting!

Really did everything that the onlookers needed to do.

Nie Xiaoqian walked to the test bench step by step under the gaze of these eyes.

It takes a lot of courage to bear the bad intentions, as well as the malice and ridicule of the bad results.

Zhang Bufan can especially understand that kind of pressure.

Because he's just been through it.

This kind of spiritual root test has nothing to do with acquired efforts, it is an innate attribute, who can control it by themselves?

No one can guarantee their spiritual roots.

And, what are the odds of a genius?

As far as today is concerned, thousands of young heroes from the major counties and Yandu have gathered together, and there are only a few Tianlinggen?

How many people are there in the fairy spirit root?

The odds are too low!

In fact, as long as there is a slight chance to become a preparatory disciple of the five major immortal cultivation sects, it is already a fluke.

But what about the current situation?

Zhang Bufan was sure that if the results of Nie Xiaoqian's test did not meet the standard of the minimum Heavenly Spirit Root, he would definitely attract everyone's laughter and ridicule.

Even if she looked so pitiful, it must be.

Everyone's expectations for her are too high......

In fact, everyone's expectation psychology is just from the sustenance after their own failure.

"Hopefully, this won't be too bad!"

Zhang Bufan temporarily let go of his uncertainty about himself, and also set his eyes on the spirit stone.

Not long ago, he was detected as a result of the Five Elements Waste Spirit Root.

It was only because his Five Elements attribute was slightly higher than that of the ordinary Waste Spirit Root that he was assessed as a miscellaneous Spirit Root.

And the Miscellaneous Spirit Root, according to the previous standards of the Qing Ying Sect, would not be recruited as a preparatory disciple.

It's just that the senior uncle of the Qingying Sect, I don't know what considerations, didn't let Zhang Bufan get out directly.

However, there is no rush to do so, and let's wait until all the testing is over.

Nie Xiaoqian finally put her hand on the spirit stone.

Just like before, all warriors, with apprehension and expectation.

"Uh......"

"Huh?"

"All five elements?"

"Won't it?"

"Same as the kid surnamed Zhang?"

"Ahaha...... What a pair of unlucky guys!"

"Among all the martial artists, the two who are expected the most are actually all five elements?"

"Hey, it's a pity!"

The five-colored aura rose, just like the vision that Zhang Bufan had just tested.

This is the sign of the five elements.

According to these monks, the Five Elements Possession is the worst kind of qualification, which belongs to the Waste Spirit Root.

It is difficult to go down the road of cultivating immortals.

Nie Xiaoqian was already stunned!

This kind of result is still too cruel for a teenage girl.

However, what is even more embarrassing is that she still has to face the malice of the audience.

First of all, some people expressed regret and comfort.

Moments later, there was an uproar and laughter.

In fact, it is not necessarily that everyone has malicious intentions towards Nie Xiaoqian.

It's just that the majority is expressing a kind of indifference.

However, this kind of schadenfreude is really hateful.

"Enough!"

Zhang Bufan suddenly became angry, so he shouted loudly.

"Huh?"

"How dare this kid come out?"

"Hey, kid surnamed Zhang, your bad luck is not far off!"

"Haha...... If you are a genius, others still have to be scrupulous, but you are a waste of the Five Elements Spiritual Root, and you have offended so many people, and now you don't know how to restrain yourself, which is definitely the way to die. ”

"Don't blame us for not reminding us, don't think that you are good friends with a few geniuses, someone covers you and you are arrogant, they can take care of you for a while, but how can they follow you everywhere......"

Zhang Bufan's appearance attracted a burst of ridicule.

In particular, there are some "people who understand", in the name of pointing, who do their best to ridicule.

"They're stammering Murong Fu!"

Immediately, Zhang Bufan understood the reason.

After these people had been tested, they understood that their hopes of becoming monks were very slim.

After that, most of them have to fight for that glimmer of life in the martial arts world.

And befriending the royal family is a must.

If you can get the favor of Murong Fu, the prince of the prince, it is naturally an excellent way.

And Murong Fu and Zhang Bufan's festival is known to everyone.

Now, since Zhang Bufan has no future, it is natural to offend him, step on him, and use it to appease Murong Fu, the king of Chengjun.

After figuring out this truth, Zhang Bufan couldn't.

You can't really just scold these people, right?

Moreover, with his current qualifications and status, his words have little weight.

What's more, if you don't do enough and make things bigger, most of the things that join the Qingyin Sect will be ruined.

"Ding......

Suddenly, a dazzling sword light burst into the sky.

A solemn momentum spread.

Sword Intent!

Zhang Bufan's eyes tightened, this feeling was too familiar.

"Ugh!"

Immediately, Zhang Bufan was stunned again.

Because, the place where the sword light was launched was actually on the test bench of the Qing Ying Sect.

The person holding the sword turned out to be Nie Xiaoqian.

A thin figure, a pale little face, a snow-white hand.

Holding a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand.

The sword light just now was the afterglow when the sword was drawn out of its sheath.

"Sword intent?"

The audience was silent, and thousands of people were silent, and suddenly a warrior asked out loud.

"Sword Intent!"

The monk of the Blue Netherworld Sect was stunned, and suddenly said with great joy.

"Haha...... Luck!"

The senior uncle of the Qing Ying Sect laughed even more: "I didn't expect that not only did I accept two immortal spirit root disciples, but I also accepted a genius who cultivated sword intent!"

(End of chapter)