After that, Zangwu Zhenjun granted another person a yellow offering robe, which was the eleventh-ranked Bone Spirit Gate Zhong Li, who had second-class fake Dan-level combat power, and his talent was also good, with a double-grade spiritual root.

Then the tenth, ninth, eighth, and seventh were the Heavenly Wolf Demon Sect Dai Ling, the Great Li Dynasty Le Jiusi, the Great Zhou Dynasty Ji Ning and a sword cultivator from the small country sect named Wang Tong, all of whom got yellow worship robes, as for the Great Qin Dynasty, only two people entered the last one hundred and eight people, and they were all just red robes, and the rest of the people were all brought back by a pot after the name disappeared.

"Yin God Corpse Sect Yin Nineteen!"

Zangwu Zhenjun's voice sounded, Zhang Yuanhao and Xu Ningbing's eyes narrowed at the same time, and a touch of gloom flashed in them.

"Meet Zhenjun, the family master Demon Kui Daoist asked me to say hello to your old man!"

Yin Nineteen hurriedly bowed, which made everyone present a little disdainful. You know, this is a ritual used to meet the master and the ancestor, and I don't want this person to use it on such an occasion.

"Oh, Demon Kui Old Dao, I haven't seen him for decades, I wonder if he can break through the early stage of the Yuan Infant?"

Zangwu Zhenjun was stunned for a moment, and then asked with a smile.

Yin Nineteen got up in mid-air and said respectfully: "I'm tired of the true monarch, the family teacher has successfully broken through the level half a year ago!"

The two talked, and on the other side, in a violent mana light pillar like a dragon and a tiger, a bald-headed Jiedanjing who stood shirtless and hugged his chest said loudly: "Yin nineteen, ranked sixth, merit point 173,240, number of kills: one hundred and thirty-six!"

Hearing the number of kills he had, the corners of Yin Nineteen's mouth showed a nonchalant smile, and he looked at the crowd as if mockingly, especially stopping for a moment on Zhang Yuanhao, Xu Ningbing and others.

"Top-grade soil, gold second-line spiritual roots, and meager Yuanying monk bloodline, relatively strong yellow talent, qualifications B!"

After testing his qualifications, Zangwu Zhenjun glanced at the giant tree in his hand that flashed yellow, and said slowly.

Long Kui Zhenjun said expressionlessly: "Heart under A, bone age: thirty-nine years old, barely B!"

"In this way, I will give a green offering robe, 20 million spirit stones for the year, and a number of earth-level spirit pills and magic weapons!"

Zangwu Zhenjun listened, smiled and spoke, and with a wave of his hand, a turquoise brocade robe floated in the air, and was happily taken by Yin Nineteen.

Zhang Yuanhao frowned slightly, the previous Fu Evil, but with the best Golden Spirit Root and the top grade Wind Spirit Root, the green talent level, but he only got the orange offering robe, Yin Nineteen's qualifications are far inferior to the Fu Evil, and the bone age is also different, but the color of the worship robe between the two is two colors different.

"Fifth...... Cangfeng country, Lingguang faction Zhang Yuanhao!"

As soon as Zangwu Zhenjun thought of Cangfeng Kingdom, Zhang Yuanhao's body trembled, his eyes showed a touch of heat, and his figure immediately flew up, and he hit a joke in front of Zangwu Zhenjun.

"Zhang Yuanhao, ranked fifth, merit points 188,630, trial kills: 168!"

As one of the true people recited his battle results, everyone present looked at him with some shock, except for those who had already known him during the trial.

You must know that Zhang Yuanhao's aura is only in the middle of building the foundation.

"Come forward and test your qualifications!"

Zangwu Zhenjun looked at Zhang Yuanhao with a smile, looking like a good old man.

Zhang Yuanhao took a deep breath, reached out his hand, and gently pressed it on the bottom of the mana giant tree that appeared on the palm of the Zangwu True Monarch.

Swish!

A refreshing azure color instantly spread throughout the giant tree, reflecting the deep wrinkled old face of the Tibetan Wu True Monarch was all blue.

"This ......"

Zangwu Zhenjun's face tightened, staring at the giant tree in his palm, and studying it carefully.

"Medium-grade fire spirit root ......?"

Zangwu Zhenjun paused slightly, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes: "This bloodline...... Ancient Totem Bloodline!"

"What, you said the ancient totem bloodline?"

Long Kui Zhenjun's figure that was originally standing proudly on the side was shattered in an instant, and the next moment he appeared next to Zangwu Zhenjun and grabbed Zhang Yuanhao's figure at once.

"Ah......h

Zhang Yuanhao didn't react at all, he saw a purple-red glimpse appear in front of him, and then his neckline was caught.

"Show me your blood!"

There was irrepressible joy in Long Kui Zhenjun's voice, and his face seemed much more relaxed.

Zhang Yuanhao had no choice but to nod, and as Long Kui Zhenjun let go of his hand, Zhang Yuanhao urged the golden scorpion blood hidden in his body, and suddenly a red golden scorpion shadow appeared in his eyes, and a majestic force was carried out between his limbs and hundreds of bones.

"Strength amplification?"

Long Kui Zhenjun looked at it for a while, as if talking to himself, and said: "You output all your strength, don't keep it, punch me!"

Zhang Yuanhao was stunned for a moment, and when he was thinking about whether to have reservations, he heard a sound in his ears.

"Boy, don't think about hiding it, give me all my strength, don't think I can't see it, if you dare to have reservations, I told you to go around without eating!"

Long Kui Zhenjun said this, Zhang Yuanhao didn't dare to have any reservations, so he had to sink into the dantian, a layer of faint stone scabs appeared on the surface of the fist, the dark color rippled on the surface of the body, and the fist covered with the stone scab was also covered with a layer of faint black flames.

Throw your fist, punch out!

The golden scorpion roared, and the huge power poured out like a waterfall, and with all his strength, this punch directly had the power to deter the second-class fake pill, making Meng Qiusheng, who was watching from afar, change color slightly.

"Good!"

Long Kui Zhenjun laughed, pointed out with one hand, and a little purple gold shot out, and easily blocked Zhang Yuanhao's almost all-out punch, and his fingertips were filled with green smoke, but Zhang Yuanhao felt that his whole body seemed to be on cotton, which was very uncomfortable.

"Heart on the a, bone age forty-four, C!"

Long Kui Zhenjun stood in front of Zhang Yuanhao, said loudly, and immediately turned his head to look at Zangwu Zhenjun, and the two seemed to be transmitting sound in the air for a while, and then heard the latter speak.

"Zhang Yuanhao, he is very talented, so I will give me the greatest authority to give a cyan offering robe, 50 million a year, and a number of earth-level elixirs and magic weapons!"

Saying that, Zangwu Zhenjun slowly rose up in his hand a blue and blue brocade robe, the aura was restrained, as smooth as cicada wings, as soon as Zhang Yuanhao took it, he felt that his heart was in harmony, it was not wonderful.

After thanking the two true monarchs, Zhang Yuanhao walked back to Xu Ningbing's side with a group of envious, unwilling, or jealous eyes, and saw that she was also looking at him with a complicated face.

"Congratulations to Zhang Daoyou!"

Meng Qiusheng's face was also a little complicated, although he was a first-class fake pill, but he was not from a first-class force, and his qualifications were not as surprisingly high as Zhang Yuanhao's, I am afraid that at most he would only be a green offering robe to the top.