Haozhuang looked at him looking up at the sky with a stinky face, and cautiously said to Gou Xiong on the side: "Isn't he tired of lifting his head like this?" After speaking, he also raised his little head upwards vigorously, as if he was struggling.

Gou Xiong, who was originally introducing Nanchan to him with a solemn face, was immediately stunned, then looked up at the blue sky and white clouds thoughtfully, and finally nodded involuntarily: "It's really tired!"

After speaking, he glanced down at Haozhuang, who was staring at Nanchan with burning eyes, and there was a hint of fanatical fighting spirit in his eyes that he was very familiar with, and the solemnity on his face suddenly turned into a smile like a spring breeze in an instant. "Yes, this is the Martial Academy, and the status of any powerful person here is equal from the beginning, even if he is the grandson of the current Nan Bo, but so what? Could it be that Nan Bohou can still break the iron law of his ancestors standing at the gate of the Martial Academy for him?"

The burning in the eyes of the child he brought reminded him of the appearance of Nan Bohou when he first saw him, and reminded him of the scene when he carried Nan Bohou for thousands of miles and attacked the enemy chief at night.

At that time, his eyes were as burning as today's Haozhuang, right? He involuntarily reached out and touched the sword on his waist, and then glanced at Haozhuang, who was standing beside him, also pressing the short sword with his immature little hand and his face full of excitement, he couldn't help but nod slightly.

"But, now is not the time!" he thought, but immediately his body turned and stopped in front of Haozhuang, who was becoming more and more high-pitched, covering Haozhuang's gaze, and at the same time, covering the gaze of Nanchan, who seemed to have sensed something, and turned his head towards Haozhuang.

In the end, there were a total of 989 people present, and the old man who came with Nanchan frowned and listened to the report of a soldier who came in a lark, and there was a hint of murder in his eyes, but it was quickly reined in.

In the end, he just faintly spit out two words with the soldier: "Thick burial." Then he spoke no more to the soldiers. walked straight to the high platform in the center of the courtyard and said: "All the assessment personnel for this year have arrived, then, please ask the generals to leave, this seat is about to open the illusion." ”

Gou Xiong nodded with Haozhuang and patted his head again, but he didn't look at the children of Haoguo who came with Haozhuang. A seven or eight-year-old child glanced at Haozhuang with a fierce look. It's like they're planning something.

When all the generals withdrew from the courtyard, the child took the opportunity to walk to Haozhuang's side. The old man placed a dark stone on a stone platform in the center of the courtyard, and said something in his mouth. Eventually, he slapped his palm on the stone platform, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Haozhuang was stunned for a moment, and then turned his head to look around, but he didn't know when he left the small courtyard and came to a cliff. Dark clouds gathered in the sky, and purple thunder surged in the dark clouds.

Haozhuang's brows furrowed, and he looked at the dark cloud for a long time. But I didn't see the slightest movement of it.

Finally, just when Haozhuang's face showed a trace of impatience, a thunderbolt suddenly fell from the dark clouds, slashing towards the top of Haozhuang's head. The surrounding environment instantly became dark, and there seemed to be only one thunderbolt between heaven and earth, exuding a terrifying aura of destruction of everything.

His body was on top of the mountain, and the slightest movement would lead him to fall into a cliff, when thunder struck. But there is no way to avoid it.

If ordinary children were faced with such a scene, they would have already been frightened. Even if he is more daring, he has already jumped off the cliff for life, and there will be someone like him, calmly facing the thunder, calmly facing the power of heaven and earth?

A white light flashed in front of his eyes, and the light around him returned to light once again. He was still in the courtyard.

The child standing beside him was already pale at this time, his eyes were still dull, he was holding a dagger in his hand, and he was pointing the blade of the knife at Haozhuang's vest, but he didn't move.

A hint of solemnity appeared on his childish little face. After a while, he reacted as if he had realized something. He took the dagger from the hand of the glazed child, and then stabbed it fiercely at the soles of his feet, and finally nailed the soles of his feet to the ground, and the blood stained the child's precious boots red, and a trace of mockery appeared on Haozhuang's face.

The boy never moved, still staring blankly in place, letting the blood under his feet stain the floor beneath his feet.

Haozhuang walked to another place with a gentle pace, his eyes met the old man on the stone platform, and showed a mouthful of snow-white teeth at him.

The old man held the beautiful beard with one hand and pressed the stone platform with the other, and showed a faint smile at Haozhuang, with a hint of praise in his eyes.

Just when Haozhuang withdrew his gaze from the stone platform, he involuntarily glanced in the direction of Nanchan.

But I saw that the child in the brocade robe was also focusing his eyes on him at this time, and the two looked at each other with burning eyes, and there were scorching sparks in both eyes.

The old man on the stone platform shook his head secretly and glanced thoughtfully at the north.

Time passed quietly, and soon after, when half an hour had passed, less than half of the children had woken up. The old man sighed, but withdrew his palm from the stone platform. Then, with a wave of his hand, the boys who were still glazed eyes were taken out by a group of sergeants who came up from nowhere, including the children who were about to attack Haozhuang with daggers. The dagger was still nailed to the soles of his feet, and when he awoke, he let out a cry of pain, and the sergeant who reached out and grabbed him by the collar and carried his body still strode forward, like a machine, but without the slightest superfluous movement.

The old man glanced at the remaining children who were less than five hundred, and said, "Then, now congratulations on joining the Southern Academy, of course, your current status is only an outer disciple, and next, you can choose whether to continue the test and strive to directly become an inner disciple or a true disciple." You can also choose to stop there and start cultivating as an outer disciple. However, I have to warn you that the next test will be life-threatening!"

After a while, after glancing at the noisy children, he spoke again: "Next, those who are willing to start as outer disciples will stay in the small courtyard first, and those who are willing to accept the second round of tests will follow the old man." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked towards a portal in the courtyard. Even though Nanchan followed behind him, Haozhuang did not show the slightest hesitation.

The two of them had a good start, and in the blink of an eye, more than a hundred teenagers came out of the crowd, all of them were the first to wake up, and their hearts were much firmer than those of other children.

A group of children followed the old man to the foot of a mountain, and what greeted the children was not a towering mountain, but a stone staircase that zigzagged and did not know where to go.

This is the test of the second level, the first twenty who climb to the top of the mountain will be eligible to participate in the test of the true disciples, and anyone who climbs to the top of the mountain can become inner disciples.

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of children rushed towards the top of the stone steps with a burst of screams, but the appearance of them scrambling for the first place made the old man shake his head.

Haozhuang, who watched the old man's reaction, showed a thoughtful expression on his face, but he did not stop, but slowly followed behind the children, climbing towards the top of the mountain step by step.

Nanchan started almost at the same time as him, his head held high and gave Haozhuang a defiant look, and then he walked with him no more than two steps towards the top of the mountain.

When the two had only reached a tenth of the climb, they saw many children stop in place out of breath, and even saw a child with a dazed eye rolling down the stone steps towards the foot of the mountain.

'I'm afraid this is what the old man said about the danger of life, right?'" Haozhuang and Nanchan walked slowly, not as violently as the children at the beginning, so although their legs were a little sore, they could still continue to move forward.

The two of them glanced at each other, both thinking of overtaking each other, and as soon as they gritted their teeth, they continued to climb towards the top of the mountain.

About a tenth of the way had passed, and both of them were already weak in their legs. Shan stood up straight.

The two stood on the same level of stairs, Haozhuang gritted his teeth and took a step forward, and Nanchan stared at Haozhuang fiercely, dragging a heavy step forward again.

After a long time like this, the two who should have stopped a long time ago actually took another hundred steps away.

"Hey, why don't you stop and rest?" Haotian, who was struggling forward, suddenly heard Nanchan's voice next to him, but gritted his teeth, took another step forward, and responded: "Then why don't you rest?"

Nanchan's teeth clenched and he stepped forward and said, "This gentleman came for the first place, how could he fall behind and lose to such a common man as you." ”

Haotian smiled, but he crawled to the ground, crawled forward with his hands on the ground and climbed a few steps, turned back to Nanchan and said: "I don't believe that the honorable Nan Bohou gentleman will crawl like a common man like me." ”

A hint of flush appeared on Nanchan's complexion, and he struggled to lift his legs, only to find that his legs were as heavy as lead at this time.

He gritted his teeth, but he fell to the ground with a 'snap', climbed the rock like Haotian, and said, "Boy, this gentleman has written this down." ”

In response to him, Haotian, who was lying in front of him, kicked out with his feet, and accumulated the dust on the stone steps for many years. (To be continued.) )