"Bell, bell!"

In the small examination room, there was a rush of golden sounds.

This time, Ye Chen took the initiative to attack and slashed the bear with the Fire Spirit Knife.

The invigilator who was controlling seemed to want to show off the strong defensive power of the trap bear. Ling Jie Xiong stood still in place, allowing Ye Chen to slash more than ten times, and clusters of fiery sparks splattered from the Xuantie Spirit Armor on his skull.

It was like a heavy mountain of Xuantie that could be moved, and in the face of the ferocious attacks of the three generations of Qi Refining Stage disciples, it directly ignored all attacks.

"How can such a powerful bear defeat it!" "Senior Brother Ye Chen slashed down more than ten times, and only cut a little bit! With a stick of incense, I'm afraid he may not be able to cut it down!"

The three generations of Xianmen disciples who were watching around the small examination room were startled by a shout. Many of them were stunned by the Trap Bear's strong defenses.

"Roar!"

The bear roared wildly, suddenly moved, and with a wave of its extremely thick bear arm, it slapped horizontally towards Ye Chen, who was attacking closely. It looks a little clumsy, but its attack speed is extremely fast.

"Smack!"

Ye Chen swung his knife to resist, and was hit by the black iron palm of the trap bear.

Ye Chen flew upside down for more than ten zhang with the help of his strength, turned over deftly, and landed on the ground. As soon as he hit the ground, he slammed into the ground, jumped to his feet, and pounced on the bear like a whirlwind again.

In the small test, there is only one stick of incense time.

He had less and less time left. If you can't beat the bear, you can only end the fourth game with a draw. There is no reward and no penalty for a draw, and you can't get three acres of spiritual land.

Ye Chen was secretly anxious, but he was also very helpless.

The Fire Spirit Knife couldn't split through the heavy Xuantie Spirit Armor on its body, and the primary-level spell was worse than tickling for it, and it couldn't be bombarded.

The Trap Bear counterattacked with extreme ferocity, and if it was hit by its Dark Iron Spirit Palm, I was afraid that it would be seriously injured.

Ye Chen couldn't find the weakness of this trap bear.

Ye Chen was in a small field of fifty zhang, and his ghostly figure was running quickly, dodging the attacks of the machine bears, and occasionally shooting back. But his counterattack had little effect other than leaving shallow dents on the Trap Bear's dark iron armor.

"It seems that in the fourth game, Senior Brother Ye Chen can only end in a draw!"

Zhu Haomin, Jiang Zhi, Wei Ming, and Xie Jiu and other six people all secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Ye Chen put too much pressure on them, and if they won one more game, they didn't know how to look up at Ye Chen.

"This third-order medium-level bear is too strong. Even if he is a senior brother of the ninth layer of the Qi refining period, in just one stick of incense, he can't help this trap bear. Delaying time, a draw, is the best result!"

"Three wins and one draw, this small test result is already extremely good! This should be the best result of the year!"

The thousands of Immortal Sect disciples around the small examination room shook their heads one after another, not optimistic about this one. Many gorgeously dressed male and female monks, descendants of Xianmen monks, and children of the royal family of the Yunzhou Great Empire were all jealous in their hearts. This kind of showy thing, they also want to, but unfortunately they can't do it. Promoting more than three levels of Qi refining cultivation in a year is difficult to achieve even if you work hard.

Next to the small examination room, there was a stick of incense, and only a little red spark remained, which was about to burn out.

The time of a stick of incense is about to pass.

Seeing that the challenge was about to end, Ye Chen had never been able to bring much damage to the Trap Bear, not even much injury. Only by making the Trap Bear ineffective, or leaving the small examination room, can it be defeated.

This one, it was undoubtedly a draw.

The invigilator disciple who used his divine sense to control the Trap Bear to chase Ye Chen couldn't help but shout excitedly. He was a mid-stage Qi Refining Cultivator, and controlling this third-order mid-level Trap Bear to chase down a late-stage Qi Refining Stage Cultivator was too refreshing. A disciple of three generations with great potential, the fourth challenge ended in his hands. This is a huge psychological victory for him. A draw is a victory.

"Roar!"

The Trap Bear is controlled by a surveillance disciple. It couldn't help but wave its dark iron bear paws, and slammed its palms into its chest, letting out a roar before victory.

"Mouth!"

The pupils in Ye Chen's eyes shrank suddenly, and an idea flashed through his mind like lightning.

Before he had time to think about it, a dodge suddenly rushed to the close body of the Trap Bear, raised his hand and shot out a spell light, slapped it towards the Trap Bear's open mouth.

A spell light mixed with blue and black light flashed away and poured into the mouth of the trap bear.

"Oh no! he threw something into the bear's mouth!"

The invigilator disciple was shocked, and hurriedly controlled the Trap Bear to fight back against Ye Chen.

The bear waved his giant palm like lightning and slapped it on Ye Chen's chest.

"Poof!"

Ye Chen was slapped more than 20 zhang away, almost fell out of the circle, flew to the ground, and spewed out a mouthful of blood. The vestment on his chest was shattered, and the "stone skin" cracked into a large piece, leaving several claw marks. "It worked!" he said, holding the Fire Spirit Knife in his hand and looking up at the Trap Bear.

The Trap Bear also wanted to continue to pursue Ye Chen.

But it was extremely unwilling to take a big step, and then a dull roar erupted from its body.

"Pyro~, pyne~!"

It was covered in electric light, and the dazzling lightning wires were constantly scurrying, destroying all the control formations in its body.

The spirit jade in the eyes of the Trap Bear lost its light, and without any struggle, it fell to the ground with a bang.

This one, which weighed more than 10,000 catties and was almost indestructible in the face of Qi Refining Stage cultivators, was destroyed from its most vulnerable interior.

The Trap Bear fell to the ground with a bang.

The invigilator disciple who was controlling the Trap Beast had a dull and shocked gaze, "Impossible! How could this be!? Isn't it about to end the challenge with a draw? Why did you lose all of a sudden? What kind of spell is that? Thunder Spell? But the destructive power of the Lightning Strike Technique cannot reach this level! At most, if you paralyze it for a moment, it will not destroy it. ”

"Minecraft, how did he learn minery!"

Zhu Haomin's shocked gaze looked at Ye Chen. His own water mine technique was purchased by a high price from a monk of the Wanfa Sect by spending a large amount of spirit stones with the power of the Zhu family. This spell is absolutely impossible to find on the market in Tianwu Immortal Yuan City.

The red glow of the pillar of incense in the small examination room flickered for a moment, and finally went out.

Around the small examination room, thousands of onlookers of the three generations of disciples fell into a dead silence.

There were many monks who hadn't seen what was happening clearly, and at the last moment when the fourth challenge was about to end, Ye Chen suddenly burst into a spell, and the seemingly indestructible Trap Bear was covered in thunder and lightning, and fell headlong.

"Won!"

"In the fourth game, Senior Brother Ye Chen won again!"

Thousands of third-generation disciples around the small examination room woke up and burst into shock, exclaiming.

Four consecutive victories, rushing up in just one year, how many three generations of disciples can do it?! How many monks can defeat the Organ Bear in one challenge!

"My cultivation is the eighth layer of the Qi Refining Period! This year's assessment ends here. ”

Ye Chen stood up and said to the two invigilator disciples.

"Okay! Senior Brother Ye!"

The other invigilator disciple who was in charge of recording, his hand holding the ink jade pen record, all trembled a little excitedly, "The small test has been decided: Ye Chen went from the fifth layer of the Qi Refining Period to the eighth layer of the Qi Refining Period, and he won four consecutive games in the first year of the Xianmen Small Examination! ”

On the square of the Knock Immortal Palace, there are not only three generations of disciples of the Immortal Gate.

There are also some second-generation true monks of the Xianmen who are patrolling various small examination centers, supervising the examination rooms, and preventing fraud.

Ye Chen's small test alarmed several second-generation True Inheritance Monks present.

The figures of two foundation-building monks, a young monk and a middle-aged monk, flew in.

"Uncle Feng!"

The two invigilators hurriedly saluted the young monk with awe in their eyes.

In this year's small examination of the three generations of disciples of the Tianxu Immortal Sect, the chief examiner is this Uncle Feng Zhongjie. This person is only twenty-seven years old, he is already the sixth layer of the foundation building period, and he is the heir of a powerful Jindan elder in Tianxumen.

In a place like Tianxumen, where there are many factions, he can be regarded as a high-level descendant, and he has a very high status among the true disciples, and he is very hopeful of becoming an elder of the Immortal Sect in the future.

As for the middle-aged uncle, who was from an ordinary background and belonged to Feng Zhongjie's faction. There are more than 1,200 second-generation true cultivators in the Heavenly Void Immortal Sect, and there are not many who can really be remembered by the third-generation disciples. This middle-aged monk was clearly not the kind of monk who would be easily remembered.

"Uncle Feng!"

Many of the three generations of disciples of the Immortal Sect around recognized Feng Zhongjie and hurriedly followed to salute the young monk.

"Hmm!"

Feng Zhongjie nodded lightly at the three generations of disciples around him, and snorted lightly.

The middle-aged man didn't mind the disciples ignoring him, and quickly stepped forward to check the bear that was still emitting lightning and lightning as it fell to the ground. Almost every joint of its body was blazing with lightning and fire, and the damage was extremely severe.

Touching the shell of the spirit armor with your fingers, you can also feel a slight electric shock and numbness.

This is clearly a consequence of the lightning spell attack.

However, the Elementary Spell Lightning Strike could only paralyze it for a moment, and it would soon become ineffective, unable to bring such a wide range of destructive power to its abdomen.

"Is it minery?"

The middle-aged monk was secretly shocked. This requires both a water spirit root and a thunder spirit root to do this, and it is even rarer than a thunder spell, and it may not be possible to see a single person among the ten thousand monks learn this spell. Moreover, the Mine Technique cannot attack from the surface body, and the surface body attack cannot completely destroy its internal formation mechanism.

"Totally ruined!"

After the middle-aged man finished checking, he stood up and shook his head, and said to Feng Zhongjie beside him, "The three generations of disciples can rarely seriously damage the puppet beast, at most, it is only in the outer armor of the puppet beast, leaving some sword scars, and it is easy to repair. But the trapped bear in front of him has obviously been devastated, completely destroyed, and has no value to repair, and needs to be re-refined. It takes a lot of spirit stones to recreate a third-order medium-sized trap beast!"

"So completely destroyed?"

Feng Zhongjie was slightly moved.

He took Ye Chen's primary test from the hand of the record invigilator disciple and glanced at it, with a look of surprise in his eyes, "Ye Chen, I just entered the Immortal Sect last year, and I have improved my strength by three layers in one year?!"

Just by looking at this small assessment, you know that it is a very potential third-generation disciple of the Immortal Sect. After a year or two, it is very likely that he will become a second-generation true disciple of Xianmen, and his status will rise sharply.

(To be continued)