When the first ray of sunshine fell from the sky, the ancient and melodious bells resounded in the Shengtian Ancient City. It was clear and refreshing, and seemed to have the effect of cleansing the soul. Those who heard it couldn't help but feel shocked. Everyone is full of energy, even those who lack confidence. At this moment, their impetuous moods have calmed down. They are standing upright in the square like pine trees, waiting for the start of the assessment.
In the middle of the main square is a large palace, which looks extremely old and overflows with the vicissitudes of the years. On the gate, there is a plaque with the word "Holy Heaven" written on it. It is powerful and majestic. The sound of the bell came from this palace.
"Squeak."
With a dull sound, the palace door slowly opened, causing everyone to be shocked and all looked towards the entrance of the main hall.
Not long after, an old man and four middle-aged men walked out.
This old man was wearing brown clothes, with fair hair and a boyish face. His face was serious and tight, and he looked like an unsmiling person. He stood there quietly, not a breath showing from his body, and he looked like an ordinary man. Just like people.
But the four middle-aged men are different. Although they have tried their best to suppress their aura, there are still faint wisps of energy flowing out, which is so powerful that it makes people's hearts tremble. Obviously, they are not general. generation.
After the old man walked out, he did not speak. His eyes scanned the whole place, showing no emotion at all. He was neither happy nor sad. It seemed that these geniuses in the eyes of others were just ordinary people in his eyes.
"Hmm...heh..."
After a while, a muffled groan could be heard throughout the scene. Many people were sweating profusely and their faces were pale. A very small number of them sat down with horror on their faces, their faces even a little dull.
When the old man scanned the audience, Feng Hao also felt an extremely powerful coercion directly pressing down on his shoulders. He was just slightly startled, and then he started to use Zhan Tian Jue, a wave of madness Ao's fighting spirit burst out of his body, directly breaking the pressure on his shoulders, and the pressure was greatly reduced.
When he looked at Qiong Ling'er, Wan Xin, and Yan Qing, he found that all three of them had pretty faces with suppressed blushes. When he wanted to take action, he heard muffled sounds from around them. , but stopped.
He understood that the assessment of Shengtian Academy had already begun.
I believe that this kind of coercive oppression is different for everyone, and it will be different for people with different levels of cultivation. This first level of assessment is undoubtedly a test of a person's willpower.
If you want to become a truly strong person, it is not enough to have high natural talent and various external materials to cultivate you. In fact, a person's will is the most important factor in whether he can become a truly strong person.
Therefore, Feng Hao did not go to help, but let the three women bear this pressure by themselves.
Indeed, if you can't even pass this first level, how will you face the subsequent assessments?
This is actually a good training opportunity.
At this time, although the scene seemed calm, in fact, it was turbulent. Every young genius was struggling to hold on. No one could handle it easily. In just a few minutes, hundreds of people were paralyzed. fell down...
Among these hundreds of people, there are many people who have the realm of Emperor Wu's Seven Apertures.
Therefore, sometimes state is not everything, and everyone's willpower is different.
"This guy...is really a monster."
Xie Yandong on the side saw Feng Hao standing there as if nothing had happened. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes. After a while, a huge coercion came down, forcing him to put away his distracting thoughts and concentrate on resisting the outside world. pressure.
Although the people outside the square were a little confused at first, they now understood it and walked around casually without feeling anything wrong. They suddenly couldn't help but admire Shengtian Academy even more in their hearts.
This ability to control the amount of pressure is really terrifying. No one here can say that they can do it.
Thinking about it, this old man's status in Shengtian Academy is definitely not low.
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This sudden pressure, when it first comes, is just a test. In the end, it will gradually increase in intensity, seeming to test everyone's limits. Those with a strong will can naturally endure it, and those with a strong will can continue to bear it. An impetuous person, if he persists only a little, then he collapses completely weak and his face is ashen.
At this time, Feng Hao could no longer care about the situation of the three women. He concentrated on running the Zhan Tian Jue to fight against this powerful pressure.
Because the pressure on his shoulders was gradually increasing, approaching his limit, making it impossible for him to be distracted.
"Eh."
At the entrance of the main hall, the old man's eyes were looking around casually. Suddenly, he cast his eyes directly on Feng Hao, and a strange light flashed away.
Next, Feng Hao became miserable. He only felt the pressure on his shoulders getting bigger and bigger, as if majestic mountains were pressing down continuously, making him a little breathless. The sweat droplets were as big as soybeans. The forehead oozed, rolled to the ground, and shattered into pieces.
However, no matter how strong the pressure was, his eyes were still as firm as iron, and his waist was still straight. He stood in the world like a proud magic weapon, refusing to bend.
"It's interesting."
Seeing this scene, a flash of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, and he murmured in his mouth, but after a little while, he calmed down, his face was tense and unselfish.
At this moment, Feng Hao felt as if he had entered a confined space. The whole world was putting pressure on him, and his invincible fighting spirit could not break through this space. His sharp edge was like hitting the golden spirit, and he was constantly being attacked. When it was broken, it was like he was pressed under a huge mountain, and every joint groaned, pressing him down and asking him to surrender.
And just when the old man's mouth curved slightly, a look of astonishment instantly appeared in his eyes.
"Oh."
Feng Hao let out a soft cry, and an extremely arrogant fighting spirit burst out. His long hair was flowing, and his eyes were unruly, like a mad god. His body was slightly bent at first, but he stood up straight again, like a pine tree. , motionless, and suddenly he showed his sharpness, attracting many eyes, including the four middle-aged men behind the old man. In their eyes, there was a look of surprise.
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