When I came to the registration office, the teams were like long snakes, roughly counting, 2,000 people, only a lot more.

"Get out of here!" a strong man in the shape of a tiger and leopard yelled at a man with a thin yellow face.

"Ah!" a powerful coercion hung over the weak man, and the figure shuddered, and his body involuntarily withdrew from the group.

"You... You...."The thin man looked angry, but when he saw the fierce face of the burly man, he hurriedly held back the words that he wanted to scold, and came angrily to the steward at the registration office.

"Senior, that person actually dared to cut in line, this is simply a provocation to the Divine Sword Gate, please ask the senior to suppress him. ”

After that, his face was proud, as if he had seen the scene of the Han being suppressed.

On the side of the registration office, there is an old man with gray temples and fairy bones, holding a sword with gems of various colors on the scabbard in his right hand, his hands are wrapped around his chest, and he sits on a Taishi chair with his eyes closed.

After hearing the thin man's words, he opened his eyes, glanced at the strong man lightly, and then closed his eyes again, and there was no expression of displeasure from beginning to end.

"This—" The thin man wanted to say something more, but when he saw the old man's appearance, he didn't dare to disturb anymore, and ran to the back of the line to line up again.

This scene was seen by everyone. It's not that everyone is indifferent, it's the unspoken rules of this world. Weak is unreasonable, it is wrong, it is original sin, only you are strong, then what you say and do is reasonable, it is right.

"There are so many people, and I don't know when I will be in line. ”

Situ Changkong sighed, he also saw the scene just now, but his own strength was not comparable to that big man, and it was not practical to want to cut in line.

"Hehe, why should Brother Situ sigh, isn't there already a place to insert it!" A smile appeared at the corner of Yang Fan's mouth, if it weren't for the previous experience of that big man, Yang Fan really wouldn't have had the cheekiness to cut in line.

"Look at me. ”

Yang Fan came to the big man just now, looked at the big man with both eyes, and was silent.

"Boy, look at what. The man's rough voice almost roared,

"Smack!" a slap rang out around everyone, and the burly man flew toward a wall at the speed of a cannonball.

"Boom!" a big hole was blown out of the wall, and the big man was blown into the courtyard motionless, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

The sudden fight made the old man open his eyes again. As soon as he opened his eyes, the old man's unwavering eyes immediately became bright after seeing Yang Fan, and his eyes narrowed slightly, wanting to see through Yang Fan.

"It's strange, at first glance, I felt that there was a strong sword intent on this son's body, but when I looked at it the second time, it became ordinary. The old man looked at Yang Fan, stroked his beard with his right hand and guessed.

"Brother Situ, look, isn't there a place for this?"

Yang Fan smiled at the corner of his mouth, signaling that he could cut in line.

"Wow!" was deathly silent, and you could hear even if a pin dropped on the ground.

"What just happened?" said a monk, dumbfounded as he looked at where the big man had flown out.

"What!" The other monk watched Yang Fan slap the Yuanying powerhouse who was higher than his realm, and this situation really shocked him.

Due to the disguise, Yang Fan's strength at this time was only the peak of the Jindan period, while that big man was the strength of the middle Yuan Infant period.

"Interesting young man. ”

The old man who was sitting in the Taishi's chair in charge of the Excalibur Sect muttered, but his eyes were still closed.

A few hours later, there was no one queuing up at the registration desk, and at this time, the disciple of the Divine Sword Sect who was in charge of registration stopped his pen and looked at the old man.

"Elder Fan, the time has come, and the number of recruits is still a few days away, and you can return to the sect. ”

"Well, let's go back to the sect then. ”

The old man surnamed Fan stood up, squinted at the nearby groups of monks who were about to join the Divine Sword Sect, his eyes burst into a deep gaze, and he stayed in Yang Fan Shenyang for a while before speaking.

"Fellow monks, you are welcome to join the Divine Sword Sect, but if you want to join, you must show your strength and talent, and the Divine Sword Sect will not raise people with poor qualifications. Then let's start the first level of the assessment that you want to join the Excalibur Gate. From here, three thousand miles north is the location of the Divine Sword Gate, and I don't care what method you use, whether you fly, run or take a carriage... There are nearly 5,000 of you in total, and those who have not arrived in half an hour have been eliminated, and those who have been ranked after two thousand have been eliminated, and this time the Divine Sword Sect will not recruit more than 100 disciples from the outer sect. So, young man, show your strength well, and if you miss it, you will have to wait another ten years. ”

The old man stroked his beard, looking confident.

"Wow!"

Immediately, there was an uproar, and everyone whispered.

"Only 100 people are accepted for 5,000 talents, such a high elimination rate. Yang Fan touched his chin.

"Then," the old man glared at everyone, "the first level begins. ”

The old man waved his hand, and a bronze ancient sword suddenly appeared, and as soon as the old man stepped on it, the ancient sword rose from the ground and rushed towards the north quickly.

Seeing that the old man had already set off, those monks sacrificed their flying swords one after another and followed the old man's steps and flew towards the Divine Sword Gate.

Not to be outdone, Yang Fan stepped on his right foot, and the figure disappeared, reappearing next to the old man who was already walking first.

"Oh?" At the moment when Yang Fan's figure appeared, the old man surnamed Fan, that is, Elder Fan of the Divine Sword Sect, obviously stiffened, and Yang Fan overtook him.

Perhaps because he felt that as an elder, it was a shame to be overtaken by others, Elder Fan pinched the magic technique, his body suddenly accelerated, and a crackling sonic boom was emitted, and a white mist followed the old man, which was the tail of the sonic boom cloud that only supersonic flight has.

Yang Fan was stunned, he didn't expect Elder Fan to be so unprovoked, and directly use all his strength to compete with Yang Fan for speed.

With a knowing smile, Yang Fan burst out with half of his strength, chased towards Elder Fan at great speed, catching up at a speed of more than five thousand kilometers per hour, and then raised his middle finger towards Elder Fan, and his speed increased again, and he fled away in the direction of the Divine Sword Gate.

"Stinky boy!!" Elder Fan was furious, although he didn't know what Yang Fan's middle finger meant just now, he knew that it was definitely not a compliment to encourage him to cheer.

Elder Fan roared, and his speed increased again, forcing Yang Fan to fly away.

"Brother Wukong, wait for me!"

The third figure flew in, it was Situ Changkong.

The reason why Yang Fan worked so hard was completely for other purposes, in order to attract the attention of the high-level leaders of the Divine Sword Sect, and quickly became an inner disciple after becoming an outer disciple. You must know that in the Divine Sword Sect, outer disciples are not allowed to enter the Thunder Pool to cultivate at first, while inner disciples have the opportunity once a year, and they can enter at any time.

"Whoosh..."

It took two or three minutes for those lagging monks to pass by the place where Yang Fan and Elder Sun met, and some of the female monks flew in the air, graceful and varied. Some male monks ran directly on the ground, performing this kind of posture, and jumped directly when they encountered obstacles. Some are also riding all kinds of birds and animals, running or jumping, or flying, full of exquisite eyes, overwhelmed.