Hao Shibo, who was in mid-air, said in a deep voice: "The test will start soon, everyone pay attention!"

Liu Yiwen looked left and right, and saw that most of the people were preparing, looking like they were facing a great enemy. Several fellow disciples on the side were also full of solemnity.

Uncle Hao snorted softly: "Begin!"

More than a dozen skull-sized fireballs scattered in the low air, causing the temperature inside the mask to rise sharply, and an unspeakable high temperature made everyone's mouths dry for a while.

A muffled spell echoed within the light mask, like countless bees fluttering.

The low chirps of Zheng, Zheng, Zheng! sounded one after another, and one by one the water shields were scrambled to be unleashed, like wind lanterns lit in the palace at nightfall. Liu Yiwen has been refining in the Sword Casting Pavilion for several years, and this kind of high temperature is quite suitable for him. Just after the water shield was summoned by him, he hurriedly pointed at the crystal ball in front of him, and a slender spiritual line hit the crystal ball, and the spiritual power began to be injected slowly.

"Wow! Is this the pre-test test?"

"Look at those fireballs! This master's fireball technique is so superb that he actually summoned more than a dozen fireballs of this size in an instant. It's horrible!"

"Fireball, look away, this is an intermediate-level spell, Flame Burst. However, Master Hao's comprehension of this technique has reached the realm of transformation, and he has completed the spell in an instant, making you mistakenly think that it is just a primary spell. ”

"Intermediate spells, this kind of spell casting speed is too terrifying!" the young disciple looked incredulous.

"You don't know, I have been refining in the Sword Forge Pavilion for a while. This Master Hao is a late-stage condensate senior who is responsible for refining here. This old man's attainments in the way of refining are second to none in my sect. And the way of refining has quite high requirements for the perception of the fire attribute, but it is not surprising that Master Hao is so proficient in using the fire attribute exercises on this path!"

"No wonder this is so!" the young man was relieved.

The disciples in the stands were excitedly pointing and pointing there. Even if I participated, I wasn't so excited!

"Ahh

There was an exclamation from the audience, and it turned out that the fireball in the light mask disappeared at this time, and was replaced by a blue one, and the entire light mask was filled with a cold air.

Liu Yiwen's right hand technique remained unchanged, and his left hand pinched it again, and a few words in his mouth were whispered, and a light red light mask replaced the water shield, and the cold and piercing feeling suddenly disappeared.

Next, poisonous smoke, wind blades, and falling rocks alternated with various attacks, making the disciples in the ring scramble.

Although Liu Yiwen was a little uncomfortable, his years of cultivation in the Sword Casting Pavilion made him a little more relaxed during this test. He looked at the crystal ball in front of him, and some of the runes on the surface had begun to flicker, and the sphere was spinning very slowly. As soon as he was happy in his eyes, he immediately increased his output, and he wanted to fill his spiritual power with all his might.

At the same time, the rockfall in the ring stopped. Master Hao stopped the magic trick in his hand and sacrificed a palm-sized bronze ancient bell into the air. Liu Yiwen was muttering in his heart what kind of attack this bell would make.

Bang!

With a loud bang, a circle of visible ripples burst out from the bronze bell, and the eardrums of the disciples participating in the test buzzed like pinpricks. Liu Yiwen's body shook and almost fell to the ground. He secretly exclaimed in his heart: sonic attack! What's more, he covered his ears with his hands, revealing a painful expression. This sound wave was able to ignore the shield in front of him, and everyone hurriedly resisted by surprise.

On the observation deck, the old man surnamed Wen frowned and said, "It's really a bit surprising that this time I actually joined the sonic attack. I don't know how many disciples can support it. ”

The woman surnamed Wang on the side nodded and said, "Yes, it's better to let them contact them earlier." However, this year, I am afraid that this first hurdle will not be easy to pass. ”

Several other Jindan seniors had their own ideas in their hearts, and some even exchanged a few words with the disciples behind them.

Aunt Yufeng's face was a little difficult to look at, it turned out that two of her disciples had already interrupted the input of spiritual power under this sudden sound wave, and now there was not much time left, and it was almost expected to be eliminated.

Feng Shi in the audience shouted, "Sonic attack! Senior Brother Qi, have you seen it?"

Qi Xiong nodded, and said with a solemn face: "Yes, I really can't think of it." Have you noticed Xiaoshan? I'm afraid this first round of the test is a bit reluctant!"

Ding Xiaoshan's forehead was bruised and sweaty like rain! And the runes on the crystal ball only had a slight change.

Qi Xiong shook his head, and then looked at the other fellow doors: Wen Tao, Xue Shuang, and Tang You'an, although their faces were solemn, they shouldn't be a big problem. Yang Qiyin looked relaxed, obviously with still some energy. Ye Xiumei's face was pale, and her face was struggling, whether she could pass the test was still a matter of two words. Although Liu Yiwen was newly promoted in the late stage, his performance was not bad, which made him pay attention.

At this time, Yin Siling covered his small mouth and shouted softly: "Look! The second wave of sound waves is about to attack!"

Sure enough, a circle of blue-white spiritual light on the bronze ancient bell slowly flowed from the bottom to the top of the bell. Boom! There was another loud bang, and the light mask on the ring had a soundproof effect, and everyone outside could hear it clearly at this time.

Several disciples on the stage had already given up inputting spiritual power, just to be able to condense their minds and exercise their skills to fight against the power of this sound wave! Liu Yiwen was still distracted and struggled to resist. However, at this time, the crystal ball in front of him had slowly lit up, and it was not far from success.

After two more rounds of sound waves, someone has already completed the test. Liu Yiwen's eyes were resolute and tried his best to input mana, and finally when the fifth wave of sound attacked, the crystal ball "buzzed" and emitted a soft white light that automatically flew above his head and spun. The sound wave attack didn't have any effect on the ball, and Liu Yiwen was happy to rest.

Only then did he have the leisure to look around: he saw that except for Ye Xiumei and Ding Xiaoshan, a total of several people had already finished it. After a while, after the last sonic attack was completed, Hao Shibo put away the ancient bell in the air and said slowly: "Stop! Those who are not finished can withdraw from the ring!"

The unactivated crystal ball disappeared as soon as he collected it, and the multicolored light mask disappeared without a trace at a speed visible to the naked eye. The expressions of the disciples in the ring were different and wonderful: although the passers were happy, they were only temporarily relieved when they thought of the next two tests. The losers are like defeated roosters hanging their heads, some sighing, some are heavy and expressionless, and some are ashamed and embarrassed...

Ding Xiaoshan spread his hands helplessly, said, "Come on, everyone!" and bowed his head and left. Ye Xiumei looked at Wen Tao, then smiled wryly at a few people and followed Ding Xiaoshan to the audience.

Then Master Hao swept the people below and said, "A total of 237 people have passed this level, and all the disciples have meditated on the spot to recover, and after a quarter of an hour, they will draw lots to enter the second level. ”

Then he departed.