The young man's speed was very slow, and he could clearly see that his hand was shaking, his face was unusually pale, and he had been badly injured from the previous blow.

The drumstick swept through the void and struck towards the drum, and the young man roared, for the final blow was unlike every one that had come before, and before it could be really struck, there was a palpitating force on the drum.

"Poof!"

The young man couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, his face became more and more pale, and the whole person was shaky, and he was about to fall!

The old man on the side saw it clearly, and hurriedly waved his hand, and a flash of light supported the young man's body.

"Give it to me!"

The young man yelled, grabbed the drumstick and slammed it towards the animal skin drum, and in an instant, the drumstick fell on the drum surface, and a ripple that was invisible to the naked eye quickly spread from the animal skin drum, and swept around in an instant, and the young man's body instantly flew out like a kite with a broken string, flew directly out of the platform, and smashed into an open space under the stage.

Everyone in the audience was shocked and watched this scene in disbelief.

"Is the drum beating?"

Someone asked, but the young man's upside-down flight did not make too many people care, and everyone was paying attention to whether the hundredth stroke could be struck.

However, since this blow, the skin drum has only trembled slightly, but no sound has come from above.

"It didn't sound, it didn't sound the hundredth hit after all!" Some people regretted that such a talented person would stop at this last blow.

"It's a pity! But a person who can ring a hundred times in ancient times can be counted on one hand, and this person's ability to ring ninety-nine times is enough to show that his qualifications are extraordinary!

Not far away, Wang Meng and Mo Ming sat on the ground, Wang Meng's expression was very disappointed, and then it was very complicated, because he was very nervous when the young man was about to ring a hundred times, as if the young man was himself, but at this time, he didn't hear the drum, and what he had in his heart was just a pity!

That man was so powerful that it reminded him of his uncle who had just died, and the uncle of the Golden Body Realm gave him the same great feeling, but he died on that night in order to let him have the Enlightenment Elixir.

Mo Ming also had pity in his eyes, but compared to others, the regret in his heart was much less. He was more concerned about whether he could beat the drum and whether he could pass the assessment and enter the Hundred Refining Sect, because he had been waiting for a day for a long time.

As long as you can enter the Hundred Refining Sect and open your own spiritual veins and become the legendary immortal master, you can enter the Ten Thousand Swords Sect as an immortal cultivator to find your uncle Mo Sihai.

And it has been too long since the change of Tongtian Mountain, and he doesn't want Uncle Sihai to know what happened in Tongtian too late, because Uncle Sihai is too powerful for him, and he believes that with Uncle Sihai's strength, as long as he goes back and looks at the scene like the end of the world, he will find the cause of that change, which is much better than his aimless search alone!

"What's your name?" asked the old man on the platform as he looked at the seriously injured young man in the audience with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Dongfang Yan!" the young man coughed up a mouthful of blood and replied with a painful face.

"The old man has decided, you have officially become a disciple of this sect, and after returning to the sect, you can choose which line of the thirty-six peaks of this sect to worship!"

The old man of Jiazi opened his mouth lightly, his eyes were like stars shining with inexplicable light, and his face was irrepressibly joyful, the more he looked at the young man's dark face, the more he felt loved!

Such a person, although he failed to ring a hundred times in the end, his qualifications are also a good seedling that is rare in hundreds of years, as long as he leads and teaches a little, he will definitely soar to the sky in the future and become a backbone of the Hundred Refining Sect! The road ahead is open and broad!

The young man lying down in the audience touched the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, his face was pale, but the spirit of the whole person was not weak, but at the beginning, he was a little regretful that he failed to ring the hundredth shot, listening to the words of the old man Jiazi, his eyes immediately changed, and he said a little breathlessly: "Before you become a disciple of your sect, can you treat me first, the power of this drum is too great!"

"Haha, you're welcome!"

The old man laughed heartily, and with a wave of his big hand, a ray of light rushed into the young man's body, and then several brown pills flew out of thin air and were directly swallowed by the young man.

"Since you are a disciple of this sect, then you can rest for a while on the side, and after the rest of the people have completed the assessment, then return to the sect with me!"

The old man of Jiazi whispered, waved his big hand again, and before the young man could react, he saw a light reappearing, wrapping the young man's body, and floating directly to the row of Taishi chairs on the stage.

"The assessment continues!" "The old man turned his head to look at the crowd in the audience and said in a low voice.

As he spoke, the old man turned around and sat on the Taishi chair, his eyes looked at the young man in the audience tightly, and there was a hint of expectation in his eyes.

As soon as the voice fell, dozens of teenagers stepped onto the stage one after another, standing in front of the animal skin drums.

That Dongfang Yan can brutally cut the queue to take the stage and beat the drums, but the other party does have some ability! And none of these teenagers dared to be confident that they would not be punished after cutting the queue.

"Drumming!"

A cold voice came out, and the next moment, the boys began to wave the drumsticks in their hands, trying to hit the animal skin drum.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, and the animal skin drum in front of a young man made an earth-shattering sound, although it was not as loud as Dongfang Yan's beating, but it did sound.

Suddenly, the young man's face showed a look of great joy, and without waiting for the monk of the Hundred Refining Sect to speak, he once again waved his drumstick and struck it on the beast skin drum.

At the same time, the teenagers who didn't beat the drum again also showed strong unwillingness on their faces.

Perhaps because Dongfang Yan gave them too much impact before, after this beating, several people beat the animal skin drum in a row, and two of them beat it five times in a row.

Compared with the previous batches of teenagers, the success rate of this batch of teenagers can be said to be very high, so that the teenagers in the audience all showed a strong fiery color, and they couldn't wait to go on stage to play the drum immediately.

The old man looked at the teenagers who beat the animal skin drum and said something to wait for the next round, and then beckoned to the next group of teenagers.

Not long after, with three more successful drumming, it was finally Mo Ming and Wang Meng's turn.

Wang Meng had a look of excitement on his face, and Mo Ming's eyes flashed with a gleam, without much hesitation, after those failed teenagers walked off the platform in disappointment, the two of them each kicked the ground and jumped onto the platform.

Mo Ming stood in front of a fur drum and held the drumstick on the drum rack in his hand, feeling a little nervous in his heart.

The drumming of Dongfang Yan and those failed teenagers still gave him some impact after all, and the contrast between the two extremes made him a little at a loss and apprehensive.

However, his gaze was very firm, and his face was even more confident, because after the previous adjustment of breathing, at this time his spirit was full, and the strength of his body had been condensed to the peak, he believed that with the physical power of his innate realm, he would definitely be able to beat the beast skin drum!

"Drumming!"

A low shout came, Mo Ming suddenly looked stunned, looked at the drumstick in his hand, and then looked at the gray animal skin drum surface, and without hesitation, he raised his hand and swung it out, smashing it down with all his might.

"Boom!"

A roar came out, Mo Ming's face changed, and he suddenly felt a huge force coming from the beast skin drum, and his arm was numb, and an indescribable strange power swept through his whole body with that power, as if he was checking something.

However, Mo Ming's discoloration was not because of the force of the shock, but because the sound of the drum did not come from the animal skin drum in front of him, but from the animal skin drum where Wang Meng was beside him.

"Haha, I'm ringing!" Wang Meng laughed and roared loudly, with irrepressible excitement on his face. With this sound of drums, he was one step closer to worshipping the Hundred Refining Sect, and even if he couldn't sound it later, he could proceed to the next round of assessment.

"Didn't it ring?"

Mo Ming's eyes darkened slightly, and he looked at the animal skin drum in front of him, a little strange, because at that moment just now, he clearly felt a soft force emanating from the drum surface to unload the force of his drumming, and the last contact between the drumstick and the drum surface became not a knock, but a sticker.