The person who came was wearing a gold-plated robe. He was walking like a dragon and a tiger, his eyebrows were flying, and his appearance was very similar to that of Di Feihong.
Lin Yi frowned slightly, and the identity of this person immediately emerged in his mind.
The son of Di Feihong, ranked fourth on the Tiangang List, is Prince Di.
As soon as this person appeared, he immediately became the center of attention.
"What are you all discussing? Why don't you let me listen?"
Prince Di unfolded the paper fan in his hand, with four big characters written on it with flying dragons and phoenixes.
I am the only one.
Everyone was silent. Even Yang Fan, who had been quite high-profile just now, lost his momentum now.
In terms of strength alone, he is worthy of being ranked third in the Tiangang Ranking, but in terms of family background, he is far behind by more than a star.
Sure enough, Prince Di's next words made the entire audience change their expressions.
"This time I found eleven big guys in advance to try it out. If I were you, I wouldn't waste time here. I might as well go back early and do other serious things."
Everyone looked at each other in disbelief, and collectively uttered curse words.
Eleven bosses tried it out in advance!
Damn it’s so inhumane!
If Prince Di is a pure parallel importer, then that's it. Others at least have a chance.
What is the difference between announcing it now and ending it in advance?
But no one left.
This is a quota for the Tiandao training class. No matter how slim the chance is, even if it is only one in a billion, no one here is willing to give up.
After all, what if?
"Quite persistent."
Prince Di sneered and immediately stopped paying attention to everyone.
From beginning to end, he didn't even look at Lin Yi.
Yang Fan and his ilk are just fine, they are barely qualified to be his opponent. As for Lin Yi, is he worthy?
Everyone continued to wait for a quarter of an hour, and finally an old man came over and led them to a martial arts field.
At this time, there were twelve high platforms in a circle around the martial arts arena, and a Tiandao boss was sitting on each high platform.
They just sat there, but no one in the audience dared to look directly at them.
Without him, the pressure in the dojo is too overbearing, and if you look directly into your eyes, you will really go blind.
Not to mention looking directly, no one could even open their spiritual consciousness on this occasion. Only Lin Yi quietly scanned the circle with the will of the world. As expected, Boss Wen Que and the six Tiandao bosses he had visited before were among them.
The old man announced: "Let's start the trial now. Those whose names are called, come forward."
"Leng Chang."
A man immediately stepped forward.
As the first candidate to take the stage, this person was obviously too nervous and even staggered a bit.
Following the old man's instructions, he walked past the twelve Tiandao masters one by one. Every time he passed one, a score would appear on the stone pillar below the high platform.
A single perfect score is ten, and the twelve together are a perfect score of one hundred and twenty.
Plop!
As soon as this talent came on stage, he staggered to his knees under the pressure of the first Tiandao boss. Although he reluctantly got up and carried it over, in the end he only lost a pitiful two points.
The performance in subsequent sessions was somewhat better, but generally only four or five points.
After completing the last lap, everyone was obviously exhausted.
"Total forty-six points."
The old man shook his head and then called the next person's name: "Wang Yi."
Watching the second person come on stage, everyone else looked serious. At this time, almost no one had the intention to watch others laugh. After all, they themselves would soon become a joke in the eyes of others.
This is true.
The final scores of the candidates who came next were generally around 50 points, and the worst one even only had 13 points.
There are very few people who can reach sixty.
But there are also some that are eye-catching.
"Yang Fan, seventy-eight points!"
The old man's face looked obviously better when he announced.
Without him, I finally got one that was barely enough to watch.
After coming down from the martial arts arena, Yang Fan deliberately stopped in front of Prince Di. The meaning of demonstration was obvious.
Prince Di sneered: "Silly beep."
He didn't even look at him after he finished speaking. He even stepped onto the stage before the old man called his name.
The old man's eyes twitched, and he had no choice but to change the names of other candidates to Prince Di. It was just the order in which they came on stage. The earlier one and the later one had little effect.
The test track begins.
Prince Di's performance is indeed eye-catching.
Faced with the pressure from the Taoist masters in the dojo, he moved much more steadily than others before, starting with an eight-point score.
Then there was a nine points, and then another nine points.
There are even ten points in the middle, and there are more than one!
Yang Fan, who was in a good mood just now and felt that he had a great chance, suddenly turned black.
His seventy-eight points are destined to be a companion.
Lin Yi watched this scene silently, observing the subtle differences among the Tiandao bosses.
From the perspective of the scene alone, it seemed that these big guys from Heaven were all treating everyone equally and did not let anyone off the hook in the slightest.
The intensity faced by Prince Di at this moment was not half lower than that of others.
But this does not mean that he is stronger than others.
If I have to say it, it can only be that he is more familiar with the dojos of these Tiandao masters and is more adaptable than other candidates.
This kind of familiarity is naturally a reflection of deep personal connections.
Even if you are trying out the Tao in advance, the relationship usually allows you to experience it for a quarter of an hour before letting you go. On the other hand, Prince Di, who may be there for most of a day or even a whole day, is naturally not as familiar with the pressure of the Taoist field.
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Soon, Prince Di's total score had soared to ninety-eight points. At this time, there was still the last Tiandao boss left in front of him.
Mr. Wen Que.
Bang!
Under the attention of the entire audience, Prince Di stumbled and knocked his head directly to the ground.
Everyone was surprised, and then they all realized that this was probably the only big boss who didn't let him try out in advance.
Yang Fan immediately showed a contemptuous sneer: "The true colors are revealed."
The rest of the people agreed.
Although at this point, no matter how unbearable Prince Di's performance was, his high score of ninety-eight points had already overwhelmed the entire audience. No one here could shake him, but everyone still wanted to see him make a fool of himself on the spot.
In the end, Prince Di almost climbed through the last hurdle.
Faced with everyone's joking and mocking eyes, Prince Di looked ferocious, gray-headed and ash-faced, without any trace of the arrogance he had just now.
Among the twelve Tiandao masters, he was the only one who didn't try it out in advance. He didn't expect that he would show up like this!
However, he didn't dare to bear grudge against Wen Que, at least at this moment, he didn't dare to show it.
After all, the other party is the resident boss of the Tiandao Training Class, and he will have to work under him in the future.
"What are you looking at?"
Prince Di became angry: "I got ninety-eight points! The second highest score of ninety-eight points in history! I have decided on this spot!"
Yang Fan and the others were unable to refute for a moment.
Even if you don't like the opponent, the score cannot be changed. The opponent is indeed leading by a cliff.
Although it is ugly, it is a little bit ugly, but it is indeed the second highest in the history of the Tiandao Advanced Training Class Trial Conference. This time, the suspense about the quota has been lost.