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The stone steps are steep and uneven, and the sides are even more dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will fall down.

Walking for less than half a day, Wang Lin felt that his legs were like lead, sweating like rain, and it was difficult to step out of breath.

In front of him were a dozen strong teenagers, all of whom were out of breath and slowly climbed up. Until now, none of them have given up.

Wang Lin gritted his teeth and insisted, he knew that this was his last chance, and the eyes of his parents had been lingering in his heart, and at this moment, a young man behind him suddenly trembled under his feet, stepped on the air, and his body quickly fell from the side, and the screams of horror suddenly rang out.

"I give up, help!"

Everyone stopped, and looked down in unison, only to see a black light flickering, and a disciple of the Hengyue Sect rushed out of nowhere, grabbed the young man who was in mid-air, and his body fell lightly at the foot of the mountain.

Wang Lin was pale, silent, and cautiously continued to climb up, time passed in a hurry, and two days later, the dozen or so teenagers in front of him were no longer visible.

Wang Lin didn't know how many of these companions had given up, he only knew that he absolutely couldn't give up, although his legs and feet had touched the blood blisters, and the stinging pain in his heart came from the broken blood blisters, he still insisted on climbing forward with his hands.

"The child's heart is strong, but the avenue is ruthless, in vain, in vain......" A leisurely sigh, far from the top of the mountain floated down, a sallow middle-aged man, his body fluttered down from the stone steps, and walked quickly beside the teenagers, with a look of emotion.

When passing by Wang Lin's side, the middle-aged man paused slightly, this was the sixth teenager he had seen, but it was definitely the most embarrassing one, his whole body was covered in blood, his clothes were soaked with blood, his knees and toes were bloody and blurred, and he was completely climbing a little bit with his hands, the middle-aged man sighed lightly and asked, "Child, what's your name?"

Wang Lin's expression was already blurred, he only had one thought in his heart, that is, to climb to the top of the mountain even if he died, he didn't hear the middle-aged man's question at all, in his eyes, there was nothing else except this stone step path.

The middle-aged man looked at Wang Lin's eyes, quite moved by the strength of his mind, pressed his hand on Wang Lin's head, and then shook his head and said to himself: "Perseverance is excellent, but unfortunately the qualifications are too ordinary, no fate, no fate...... " He looked at Wang Lin deeply and continued to walk down the stone steps.

The next night, Wang Lin's hands were blurred with flesh and blood, and the stone steps he climbed left a deep bloodstain, for these, Wang Lin no longer knew about this, he was now urging his body with a thought, and his breath was on the verge of dying.

At sunrise on the third day, he vaguely saw the end of the stone steps, but at this moment, a ruthless voice came like thunder, and shook into his heart.

"The time has come, only three people have qualified, and the rest ...... Failure!"

Wang Lin laughed miserably, his body was crooked, and he fell on the stone steps, unconscious.

The middle-aged man in black, who tested his talent three days ago, stood on the top of the mountain, looking at Wang Lin, who was less than fifty meters away from here, with a ruthless look in his eyes.

At this time, several disciples of the Hengyue Sect quickly walked down from the top of the mountain, and along the way, they brought all the teenagers who were still holding on to the mountain and fed them medicine in unison.

"Senior brother, out of 39 testers, 25 people gave up, and in addition to the three who qualified, there were 11 people. "A female disciple of the Hengyue Sect, coldly reported, she experienced such a cruel test back then, and finally relied on the foundation of practicing martial arts since childhood, and barely qualified in perseverance, before becoming a registered disciple, it took nearly ten years of hard work, and still has not become a real disciple.

The middle-aged man in black looked cold, nodded slightly, glanced at the 11 teenagers who were all unconscious, and said lightly: "Qualified three, take them to the miscellaneous office to arrange future work." The 25 who gave up were sent back to their respective families. As for the 11 people who persisted until the end, after they woke up, they were sent to the Sword Spirit Pavilion to see if anyone had a relationship with the Sword Spirit, and if not, they were still sent back to their respective families. ”

After speaking, the middle-aged man didn't even look at these teenagers, and walked away.

Three days later, in the Sword Spirit Pavilion, 11 teenagers, including Wang Lin, all stood aside with pale faces, Wang Lin's injuries had healed, but the wounds in his heart were torn even bigger, and the pain that pierced his heart couldn't stop devouring his body and mind.

This sword spirit test was not presided over by a middle-aged man in black, but a strange young man in white, but without exception, they were all cold-faced, looking at them like ants, ruthless.

"This is the final test, and those who can walk into this room will pass. The young man's words were brief, and his face was even more impatient.

As far as Wang Lin could see, it was an ordinary house, the door in the middle of the house was opened, and when he looked inside, he saw ancient swords of different lengths placed inside.

One by one, the teenagers walked towards the room in order, and the first teenager had just approached five meters from the house, and his face was struggling, and he was pushed back a few meters by an invisible force.

"Unqualified, next!" the young man said lightly.

Wang Lin was the seventh, and all the previous six people were unable to move forward at five meters, he smiled bitterly, lifted the few remaining expectations in his heart, and walked forward.

Five meters away, stepping easily, Wang Lin was stunned, his inner expectation rose rapidly, his mouth was dry, his heart was beating wildly, and he continued to step out of one meter, and he still did not feel any discomfort at this time.

The young man said "Huh", his eyes flashed, revealing a hint of interest, his face was slightly relaxed, and he said: "Don't hesitate, continue to walk inside, if you can enter the house and get the approval of the sword spirit, even if you fail the previous two tests, you will be accepted as a real disciple!"

The other ten teenagers all showed envy on their faces, and there was deep jealousy hidden in this envy.

Wang Lin was nervous in his heart, and the expectant gaze of his parents came into his mind again, and he stepped out another meter, and at this time, there were still three meters away from the gate. Wang Lin was apprehensive and took another step.

At this moment, a huge force suddenly appeared, frantically surging towards Wang Lin, and his body quickly retreated uncontrollably, until it was more than ten meters away, and then stopped.

The rest of the teenagers standing on the side all had mocking expressions in their eyes, in their opinion, Wang Lin should be the same as himself, and there was no way to have any chance.

With a miserable laugh, the wound torn in Wang Lin's heart became even bigger, and the expectant gaze of his parents gradually dissipated from his mind.

The young man's expression was as cold as before, and he said lightly: "Unqualified, next." ”