The brief change of expression on Zhao Feng's face was caught by Liu Yue'er. That indifferent expression clearly did not take the genius present seriously.
Even when his eyes passed over the genius of the ninth level of martial arts, he remained the same, even slightly disdainful.
snort!
Liu Yue'er frowned and snorted slightly, but the displeasure flashing in her beautiful eyes was not concealed.
The geniuses present are all very young. Any one of them, among the original forces, is the proud one of heaven. They are full of self-confidence and never admit defeat.
Zhao Feng noticed Liu Yue'er's hostility and dissatisfaction, and then realized his "gaffe" just now.
When he entered the sect this time, from the bottom of his heart, he only regarded Bei Mo as his real opponent, and he really didn't take anyone else seriously.
"Marquis Guangjun, how talented is your disciple? What level of spirit is he?"
Cang Tiehou had a probing tone.
The person he was asking was none other than Zhao Feng.
As soon as these words came out, Nangong Fan couldn't help but curl up with a trace of ridicule.
Marquis Guangjun was startled, then shook his head: "It's just a very ordinary talent."
He was unwilling to mention Zhao Feng's qualifications.
However, this made Cang Tiehou and Liu Yue'er even more curious.
"Hmph, I don't believe his talent can surpass mine."
There was a trace of aloof confidence on Liu Yue'er's pretty face.
Late night time.
At the entrance of the mountain road, young geniuses from all walks of life were talking and whispering in low voices.
Due to the sect's assessment, it will have to wait until tomorrow morning, so everyone is waiting at the entrance of the mountain road.
The night is long and we still have to wait for a few more hours.
Occasionally, one or two teenagers disagree with each other and become tense.
"Xiao Yun! Don't be so arrogant. Don't think that just because you have been promoted to the ninth level of martial arts, you can despise us."
There were sounds of arguments not far away.
Everyone looked sideways and saw a young man in black who was at the ninth level of martial arts, clashing with several other young geniuses.
That young man in black is "Xiao Yun", the only super genius on the field who is at the ninth level of martial arts.
"A bunch of rabble!"
Xiao Yun faced several young men at the seventh and eighth levels of martial arts with stern and indifferent eyes.
The aura of the ninth level martial artist was oppressed by a powerful aura.
Several teenagers who were confronting him had stagnant Qi and blood and difficulty breathing.
"What are you afraid of? Let's go together!"
Among them, two young men at the eighth level of martial arts, one on the left and one on the right, rushed towards Xiao Yun.
Suddenly, three teenagers were fighting together.
All the young men present here have mastered martial arts, and their strength is rarely matched by opponents at the same level.
The combined strength of those two eighth-level teenagers is enough to rival the average ninth-level martial arts and should not be underestimated.
But that "Xiao Yun" was not a good one either. He practiced a holy movement technique and a holy attack martial art, and in a few rounds, he beat the other two teenagers to the point where they were unable to fight back.
"Xiao Yun's strength is close to that of Bei Mo before he left."
Zhao Feng evaluated in his heart.
It has been twenty days since Bei Mo left. At that time, his strength was comparable to that of the Half-Step Holy Realm.
Now that he has joined the sect and become an elder's disciple, what kind of fate will he have?
"This Xiao Yun comes from the 'Xiao Family', the largest hidden family in the Xiangyun Kingdom. This family has been passed down for thousands of years, and its strength is much stronger than that of a county."
Marquis Guangjun said in a low voice.
This is the first time Zhao Feng has heard that there is such a powerful force in Xiangyun, even stronger than Guangling County.
But even such a reclusive family must try every possible means to send the family's geniuses into the sect and enter the vast and vast sect world.
Plop! Plop!
Soon, Xiao Yun knocked down the two eighth-level youths.
"Hahaha... In this sect assessment, the first place belongs to me!"
Xiao Yun gave a long laugh.
Fighting for first place?
As soon as he said this, he aroused the hostility of some of the top geniuses on the field, including Liu Yue'er, Princess Yunxiangmeng and other geniuses, who all looked sideways.
Xiaoyue Sect's entrance examination adopts a ranking system.
As far as Zhao Feng knows, there are three levels in the entrance examination.
Each level is rated by sect masters.
Finally, a ranking is listed based on the comprehensive scores of the three levels.
For example, if Xiaoyue Sect only recruits twenty disciples, then it will only accept the top twenty geniuses.
Correspondingly, the higher the ranking, the greater the advantage after entering the sect, and it is likely that someone in the sect's middle and high-level will take a fancy and reuse it.
Marquis Guangjun once mentioned these details to Zhao Feng and the others.
Now, Xiao Yun's goal is to be number one, which makes many young people dissatisfied.
Of course, no one challenged Xiao Yun.
Because in terms of cultivation, Xiao Yun is indeed number one on the field, and his strength is probably number one, and no one can challenge him.
But the problem is that the sect's entrance examination examines many aspects such as talent, strength, and understanding.
Among them, talent accounts for the highest proportion, reaching 60%.
In other words, being the strongest does not mean you can win first place.
"Hmph! In the sect's assessment, talent is the key."
"That's right! No matter how high your strength is, it doesn't matter. If you don't have enough talent, you will be surpassed sooner or later."
Some young geniuses present were not convinced, but they did not challenge it.
The entrance examination focuses on comprehensive performance, with more emphasis on talent and physical fitness.
Regarding the petty quarrels of the younger generation, the strong men of the older generation smiled and didn't really care.
"Xiao Yun, Yun Xiangmeng, Liu Yue'er, Kong Yuanhao..."
Zhao Feng paid attention to some outstanding young geniuses present.
Among them, the one with the highest cultivation level is Xiao Yun.
Secondly, as women, Yun Xiangmeng and Liu Yue'er are both talented and beautiful.
Finally, there is "Kong Yuanhao".
The reason why Zhao Feng noticed this person was because he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, younger than himself, and he actually had the eighth level of martial arts.
Kong Yuanhao has a boyish face, is very fair, and is shorter than other teenagers.
Zhao Feng felt an aura similar to that of Bei Mo from this young boy.
As if sensing Zhao Feng's gaze, Kong Yuanhao suddenly looked sideways, and their eyes met.
Kong Yuanhao blinked and smiled at him, looking innocent.
Time passes slowly.
A few hours later, a hazy light appeared in the distant sky.
At dawn, everyone saw the long-lost sunrise. The faint glow was projected into the mist of the "Tianyue Mountain" opposite, reflecting the blurred silver glow.
As the sun rises, the outline of Tianyue Mountain is vaguely visible.
But there is a strange mist surrounding the mountains, making it difficult to see clearly what is going on in the mountains with the naked eye.
Zhao Feng is an exception. As his left eye shrinks, his gaze becomes sharp, as if he has a penetrating power, staring at the scene in the fog.
Vaguely, Zhao Feng saw an isolated scene: among the mist, there were streams, lakes, and even plain fields on the mountains, growing some strange flowers, trees, and medicinal materials.
On the lush green mountains, there are many pavilions and palaces. The closer to the center, the more luxurious and majestic they are.
When his left eye was pushed to the limit, Zhao Feng saw a dark blue palace floating in the air, surrounded by a layer of green light as thick as a thumb. It was mysterious and majestic, exuding an aura of eternal desolation...
"What is that! The entire hall is actually floating in the air, dancing with the rain, fog, and electric arcs."
Zhao Feng was shocked.
Every scene and thing in the sect world is full of a unique artistic conception and pattern, which is different from the outside countries.
Especially the floating hall, dancing with the lightning, rain and mist, gives people the illusion of being in a mythical era.
Zhao Feng couldn't calm down in his heart. He felt the frequent beating coming from his left eye, which seemed to produce some kind of reaction.
It's just that it's not easy for him to ask other people.
Because the main hall is far away from each other, it is in the mist, and is blocked by a mysterious force. Outside the mountain gate, even the strong men who have transcended the holy realm cannot see it.
Buzz!
A bright white light rose on the other side of the cliff.
Zhao Feng's left eye saw at the end of the winding mountain road, a stone gate weighing ten thousand kilograms, with white light flowing through it, intertwined with the surrounding fog, and slowly rising.
"The mountain gate is open!"
No one in the crowd made a sound, and there was a lively cheer.
Teng! Teng! Teng...
Some figures quickly jumped onto the winding "U"-shaped bluestone mountain road.
"The entrance examination is about to begin."
Marquis Guangjun reminded the three disciples to take the lead and lead the way.
After walking the winding and steep bluestone mountain road, everyone arrived in front of the ten thousand catty stone gate.
This stone gate is the entrance gate of Xiaoyue Sect.
There were four young men guarding the entrance to the mountain gate. They exuded a powerful and frightening aura that was enough to make the ninth level of martial arts feel uneasy.
Zhao Feng opened his left eye and discovered that the strength of the four young men was on par with the powerful Saint Realm masters such as Guangjun Hou.
Marquis Guangjun's cultivation level is at the second level of the Transcendence Realm, and the four young men guarding the gate are also roughly the same.
In the outside world, these are giants whose military strength reaches the sky. However, within the sect, they are just mountain guards.
Marquis Guangjun and other powerful men from the older generation took out a special token from their bodies and passed one by one.
"Meet Deacon Qiu!"
At the entrance of the mountain gate, another group of sect members appeared, more than a dozen of them, exuding a powerful and suffocating aura of oppression.
These sect members, wearing uniform green shirts with black stripes, are all strong men in the transcendental realm, which are the high-ranking strong men in the holy realm in the eyes of the outside world.
The leader, a middle-aged man with a stout appearance, was none other than "Deacon Qiu" who everyone was bowing to respectfully.
"I've met Deacon Qiu!"
Marquis Guangjun and others stepped forward one after another and saluted respectfully.
The talented young people below did not dare to take it lightly and followed suit.
Zhao Feng felt that the aura of "Deacon Qiu" was deep and bottomless, not leaking at all.
His left eye opened for a moment, and he felt a majestic force in the opponent's body, which made his blood tremble, his left eye also beat frequently, and he felt uneasy.
"This 'Deacon Qiu' is probably several times more powerful than Master. He can kill ordinary Saint Realm experts with just a snap of his fingers."
Zhao Feng's heart trembled. The moment he opened his left eye, he came to a conclusion and did not dare to look any further for fear of being noticed by the other party.
"Everyone, follow me."
Deacon Qiu glanced at the people present with his eyes, looking down indifferently like scanning an ant.
After a while, a group of people arrived under a tall stone platform.
On the stone platform, there is a crystal column that is ten feet high and half a meter in diameter. It sparkles in the sunlight.
"In the first level of 'Lingtian Pillar', everyone receives their number plate."
Deacon Qiu ordered the people below to ask each elder and the teenager to go forward to register, enter their basic information, and receive the corresponding number plate.
"Zhao Feng, No. 49."
"Yang Qingshan, No. 50."
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When receiving the number plate, Zhao Feng found some sect members coming around the stone platform to watch the fun.
Among them, a handsome young man in a green shirt with black stripes looked at Marquis Guangjun with a happy face and said, "Uncle Xu Ran, we meet again."
Yang Qingshan and Yang Qingshan looked sideways and immediately showed hostility and wariness.
This handsome young man was the uninvited guest who broke into Guangling Mansion that day and took away Bei Mo's uninvited guest, Quan Chen.