At ten o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Yun had already galloped to within ten miles of the main peak of Huoyun Peak. Looking at the undulating mountains of Huoyun Peak from a distance, they looked like huge red-burning furnaces standing in front of him, scorching those who approached him.
All the objects in the air quickly evaporate the moisture in the air.
Zhang Yun initially used the internal energy of the water system to form a layer of coldness on the body surface to block the high temperature. However, the closer he got to the main peak, the weaker the effect became. Now he was unable to resist the heat at all. Fortunately, he simply used the internal energy of the fire system to block the heat.
The body's temperature is controlled to be in balance with the outside world.
After a moment, he suddenly felt a large amount of fire spirit power pouring into his body, turning into pure fire spirit power and blending into the fire spirit golden elixir in his dantian...
I couldn't help but secretly sigh: "This place is definitely a holy place for the cultivation of fire-attribute spiritual root monks. If the fire-attribute spiritual root monks live here for a year, they don't need to practice deliberately, which is enough to be worthy of decades of hard training on the earth."
achievement!"
Seeing that the time for the entrance examination of the Royal Weapon Sect was approaching at noon, he didn't have much time left for him. Besides, he had to spend all his efforts to get a place to participate, so he could only hurry up and hurry up the red rabbit and BMW under him.
While running, I suddenly saw a gorgeously dressed young man fainting on the roadside. His complexion was purple, his skin was chapped, and his hair was frizzy and burnt. Apparently he couldn't withstand the scorching heat and was dehydrated.
Fainted.
Zhang Yun had the intention to ignore it, but if he didn't lend a helping hand and allowed him to stay here, he would surely die. He sighed softly, jumped off the horse, took out a water bag and drank a bottle of water to refresh his mind and strengthen his foundation.
The Huanyuan Pill was poured into his mouth, and a stream of true energy was injected into his body to help the medicine dissolve quickly.
After a while, the young man in gorgeous clothes woke up and knew that Zhang Yun had saved his life. He quickly wanted to thank Zhang Yun, but Zhang Yun reached out to stop him. After careful questioning, he found out that he was also here to participate in the entrance examination of Yuqi Sect.
However, his body was weak and he was far behind the assessment team. He finally couldn't hold on and fainted.
Zhang Yun saw his gorgeous clothes and asked in confusion: "Looking at your clothes, you should be from a rich family. Why don't you ride a horse or find someone to escort you up the mountain?"
His answer made Zhang Yun feel scared. It turned out that the first level of the assessment required walking from a town fifty miles away from Huoyun Peak to the foot of the peak. If he rode there like this, he would first be punished for violating the regulations.
Eliminated! I couldn’t help but feel happy secretly in my heart.
The young man in the Chinese uniform had fallen behind from the beginning, so no one found him fainting here, and he almost lost his life.
When Zhang Yun asked him what his next plans were and whether he was willing to go up the mountain with him, he was rejected by him. Seeing the fear in his eyes, Zhang Yun couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.
After careful questioning, I found out that his name was actually Zhang Xiaoyun. Although he did not have the same surname as himself, he had the same pronunciation and the same name.
It turns out that he is not a son of a rich family, but the son of a hunter from a mountain village thousands of miles away. His father picked up a special ore when he went hunting in the mountains and sold it in the county for more than a dozen pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones, so he thought of giving it to his son.
Looking for a future, by chance, he spent ten middle-grade spiritual stones to buy an examination quota for the Royal Weapon Sect to recruit disciples from a businessman. In fact, he himself was not willing to go.
Now he couldn't stand the scorching heat. Thinking about having to live next to the stove every day, he lost the courage to continue going.
So Zhang Yun took out fifteen middle-grade spiritual stones from the broken world space and stuffed them into his hands. He said that he was also planning to join the Royal Weapon Sect, but because there was no quota for the assessment, he was just trying his luck empty-handed. If Zhang Xiaoyun
If he is willing to give him the quota, he is willing to pay fifteen pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones to purchase it.
Zhang Xiaoyun naturally agreed wholeheartedly and insisted on only charging the cost of ten middle-grade spiritual stones. Then Zhang Yun asked the father and son to help him keep the secret, and conveniently gave him the five middle-grade spiritual stones as hush money.
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Zhang Yun then exchanged clothes with him, took out a short blade and shaved off his beard, then started Qinggong and ran away.
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At noon, under the main peak of Huoyun Peak, in a square paved with stone slabs, an old man with white beard and hair was wearing a snow-white robe, with three flame patterns embroidered with gold threads on his chest that were quite conspicuous.
I saw him standing on the stone platform, his eyes scanning around like lamps, looking at the young men and women who were sitting, standing, or unconscious under the stage. He coughed dryly and said: "My surname is Ma, and my name is Sanyuan.
He is the third-level weapon refiner of our sect, and he is in charge of the assessment of this entry-level disciple by order of the sect master!"
Upon hearing that he was a third-level weapon refining master, the men and women below couldn't help but sigh, with fanatical gleams in their eyes.
Ma Sanyuan's face was full of pride, and he obviously enjoyed the admiration. He raised his hand to signal everyone to stop making noise, and then said loudly: "The number of entries for this competition has been carefully screened by the foreign affairs personnel of our sect. There are a total of five hundred and eighty-two."
There are a total of 107 people who have been shortlisted and can persist on walking to this point without falling unconscious. They have passed the first level of this assessment. The fact that you can stay awake at this moment shows that you have extraordinary physiques and strong resistance to high temperatures. This
It is also an indispensable test for practicing the art of weapon refining. After all the others are eliminated, the second step of this entrance examination will be carried out. As long as you successfully pass it, you can become a disciple of our sect..."
As Ma Sanyuan was speaking, his voice suddenly stopped. Two gleams of light burst out from his eyes, and he stared straight into the distance. Everyone quickly followed his gaze out of curiosity.
I saw a blurry figure in the distance, with a trail of red dust and smoke at its feet, rushing towards this side.
After a cup of tea, the man appeared in front of everyone. He had short, fluffy hair, straight facial features, and a fair face without beard, except for a pair of thick lips. His Chinese clothes had been stained crimson by dust. When he saw him running away
As he approached, everyone quickly made way for him to pass.
Panting, he ran straight to the stone platform where Ma Sanyuan was standing. Suddenly his foot slipped and he fell solidly to the ground with a thud. A cloud of dust was thrown up, which caused an uproar among the people present, and they all started talking among themselves.
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He slowly got up, holding a waist badge made of unknown material in his hand, handed it to Ma Sanyuan, and timidly said: "My name is Zhang Xiaoyun, and I am here to take the entrance examination..."
Ma Sanyuan took the waistband and looked at it carefully, then took out a brochure to compare it, and looked at him thoughtfully up and down a few times before nodding and saying: "Zhang Xiaoyun, right? You have such a handsome lightening technique.
! You came at the right time, stand in the team and prepare to accept the following assessment!"
There is no doubt that this person is Zhang Yun. The embarrassed look he had just fallen down was also intentional. Although he could not hide it from the advanced old man in front of him, it also diverted everyone's attention very well.
Zhang Yun hurriedly bowed and saluted, and walked towards the crowd waiting for the assessment with empty steps. He didn't want to attract too much attention, so he lowered his head and walked towards the back of the team. Suddenly, a foot stretched out from beside him and stumbled towards him.
With a wry smile, he could only repeat his old trick, pretending to be unable to dodge, falling to the ground sideways, and raised his eyes to look at the attacker.
Seeing that this man was about the same age as himself and dressed like a playboy, he looked at himself with mocking eyes while laughing with the young men and women next to him.
Naturally, Zhang Yun would not argue with him on the spot. He glanced at him with contempt, remembered his appearance in his heart, and then got up.
"Don't bully others!" Suddenly a clear, angry female voice sounded next to Zhang Yun, and then a pink and jade-like wrist was placed on his arm. Zhang Yun did not avoid it, but raised his head and smiled at her.
: "Thank you! Don't argue with him, he's just a bed bug!"
The girl standing in front of him has a beautiful face, fair skin, slightly delicate but flawless facial features, and a pair of wide-open eyes, glaring at the person who tripped Zhang Yun. The style of a generation of heroine is undoubtedly revealed! She is seen wearing
Wearing a tight-fitting grass-green coat, she has a slightly smaller figure but a curvy figure. She stands out in the crowd and looks heroic with her angry expression!
When the young man saw someone scolding him for his behavior, he was quite dissatisfied. He was about to get angry when he saw that the other person was a young and beautiful girl. His eyes lit up and he looked at her unkindly. Suddenly he remembered Zhang Yun just now.
With slightly insulting words, a pair of eyes glanced at him fiercely, and his lips moved slightly, as if to say: "Boy, we'll see!"
The girl snorted coldly and ignored him. She turned around and smiled at Zhang Yun. Zhang Yun felt like a spring breeze blowing on his face, feeling indescribably comfortable. He stretched out his hand out of habit and said, "Hello, my name is Zhang Xiaoyun."
The girl was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red as she reached out to hold her cattails, but Zhang Yun grabbed her hand unceremoniously, and all the young men around her couldn't help but show disdain.
Zhang Yun turned a blind eye, gently held her hand, and then released it, standing sideways and unceremoniously beside the girl. Unsurprisingly, he received a lot of blank stares.
"Quiet!" Ma Sanyuan stopped the crowd's noise and continued the conversation: "Take the one hundred and eight monks who have qualified for the second round of assessment and walk to the other side of the square. Several nephews will help you.
Separate tests include skill cultivation, soul power, spiritual root attributes, and five element affinity. Only three of the four items must pass before you can become a disciple of our sect!..."
While everyone was concentrating on listening to Ma Sanyuan's story, the girl in green next to Zhang Yun suddenly leaned over to his ear with a blushing face and whispered: "My name is Luye, you can call me Little Leaf, haha.
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Zhang Yun was secretly assessing whether his strength could successfully pass the test, when he suddenly heard the girl talking, but he didn't pay attention and nodded casually to express his memory.
But Lu Ye's eyes flashed with a trace of disappointment, and then he smiled and put it behind him.
Next, the 108 people were divided into four groups and lined up for assessment. Zhang Yun took a rough look at the test process. The first few tests of skill cultivation, soul power, and spiritual root attributes were also tested on a measuring ruler.
The power of the input response was tested, but the precision of these measuring rulers was obviously not as good as the one in Feng Xiaolan's hand. The skill cultivation and soul power were simply divided into elementary, middle and high levels according to the realm, and the magic power could not be
In the test, the spiritual root attributes were already displayed when the internal force was input. As for the test of the affinity of the five elements, it was beyond the scope of his imagination.