Among the three people, they were the Confucian scholar surnamed Gui from Jiuying Mountain, Zhu Chi, and another beautiful Taoist nun in her thirties with green hair.
At this time, Liu Ming already knew that the full name of the Confucian scholar was Gui Ruquan. The beautiful Taoist who could stand with them was obviously Sister Zhong who had been in seclusion.
As for the other inner disciples, in addition to the newcomers and the disciples we met last time, there are also many old disciples over thirty years old.
The faces of these old disciples are unfamiliar, but their auras are thick, and it is obvious that most of them are not simple in cultivation.
After waiting for a while, more than a dozen inner disciples landed around the square. After that, no one appeared again, and Gui Ruquan coughed lightly and spoke.
"Very good. Except for those few disciples who were unable to return in time due to sect missions, all the disciples of our Jiuying lineage have arrived. This is also the first time since the new junior disciples entered the lineage.
The second small competition. All disciples who perform well in the small competition will receive certain rewards, and the disciples who perform best will receive additional rewards. Junior Brother Zhu, please take out all the test props."
The last few words of the Confucian scholar were addressed to Zhu Chi.
"Senior brother, don't worry, I'm ready." The man with loose hair chuckled and walked forward a few steps. Suddenly, there were a few light yellow talismans in his hand, and his hands were raised.
After the banging sound was heard, a ball of white air rolled away, and a dozen more things suddenly appeared out of thin air in the center of the square.
Liu Ming's eyes lit up when he saw this. Those talismans should be the storage talismans mentioned by Uncle Master Su.
So many things can be put into a small talisman, it is really magical!
Five black iron locks of different sizes, a half-foot-high white stone tablet, and seven or eight simple puppets of different colors, some wearing thick armor, and some holding huge iron swords as tall as a man.
"According to the old rules, the competition will be divided into three groups. New disciples will be in one group, disciples over thirty years old will be in one group, and remaining disciples will be in another group. The content of the competition will be divided into three types: strength, spells, and actual combat. Junior Brother Zhu
, you will be responsible for the test of the disciples over thirty years old, while Junior Sister Zhou will be responsible for the tests of the disciples under thirty years old, and I will personally take charge of the new disciples." Gui Ruquan said after a brief explanation.
Zhu Chi and Sister Zhong would naturally not object.
After some further discussion, the three decided to start testing the new disciples first, then the disciples under thirty years old, and finally the old disciples over thirty years old.
After the Confucian scholar coughed lightly, he came out again and said:
"New disciples, please come forward and let the senior brothers and sisters who have never met you get to know each other. Our Jiu Ying lineage may not be very strong in the sect, but when it comes to unity and unity, we are by no means inferior to other lines."
After hearing what the Confucian scholar said, Liu Ming and the other five newcomers naturally walked out, announced their names and bowed to the others around them.
The other disciples naturally returned the favor with smiles on their faces.
"Yu Cheng, as your direct disciple, let me start first. Let me see the effect of your cultivation in the past six months." After the Confucian scholar glanced at Liu Ming and the other five, he finally said to the red-haired boy.
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When the red-haired boy heard this, he naturally bowed and said yes, and walked towards the five black iron locks, finally stopping in front of the smallest one.
Said to be the smallest, the black iron lock in front of him is the size of a washbasin and weighs four to five hundred kilograms. It is impossible for an ordinary mortal to shake it at all.
At least Liu Ming believes that if he hadn't unleashed his potential, he would have been quite reluctant.
After the red-haired boy shouted low, he grabbed the handle of the iron lock with both hands and exerted force with both arms.
However, the iron lock only shook a few times and failed to lift off the ground.
The red-haired boy's face turned a little red, and suddenly he muttered something. A layer of faint yellow light suddenly enveloped his whole body, and his whole aura was completely different from before.
After another loud shout, several slender yellow shining spiritual lines appeared on the young man's arm, and he actually lifted the iron lock in one trembling motion.
There was a "bang" sound.
In a moment, the young man's face turned red, and the iron lock was thrown back to the ground, even making a shallow pit.
"It seems that your Earth Spirit Skill has reached the first level. Otherwise, you would not be able to lift this lock just by relying on your magic power. Do you want to try the second one?" Seeing this, Gui Ruquan smiled slightly and said,
No comment was made on the result of the red-haired boy lifting the iron lock.
Most of the other inner disciples watching around the square just smiled and showed no signs of surprise.
"It's very difficult for me to lift this one, but it's impossible to lift the second one." The red-haired boy took a few deep breaths, calmed his breathless chest, and replied respectfully.
"Well, then you use your strongest spell to attack this stone tablet made of white Burmese crystal ten steps away. The depth of the mark left on it within ten breaths will be used to judge your spell proficiency and power.
." The Confucian scholar said slowly.
"Yes, Master Gui!" After Yu Cheng agreed, he immediately walked to a place ten steps away from the white stone tablet, and quickly began to perform the kung fu with a solemn expression. After a few breaths, a slap suddenly appeared between his hands.
Large cyan flakes, getting brighter and brighter.
The young man suddenly shouted "Wind Blade" in his mouth, raised one hand, and the flakes shot out in a flash.
There was a muffled sound of "pop", and a clear white mark appeared on the seemingly smooth stone tablet, which was half an inch deep.
This stone tablet is surprisingly hard.
Yu Cheng continued to mutter words, but this time, the wind blades in his hands had just condensed a little, and Gui Ruquan said lightly, "It's time."
The red-haired boy could only scatter the unfinished spell, with a look of reluctance on his face.
"Well, you can penetrate half an inch into the monument. It seems that you have spent a lot of time on this technique and you are really getting started. As long as you continue to work hard and can attack twice within ten breaths, this technique will be considered a small success.
Realm. However, the further you go in your spell practice, the harder it will be to improve, so you have to be mentally prepared." After the Confucian scholar glanced at the stone tablet, he finally nodded and said a few words.
The red-haired boy said yes.
"As a result of the first two tests, I can only give you a moderate evaluation. The final result depends on your final actual combat. You are new disciples, so you only need to be the puppets at the lowest level." The Confucian scholar said as he spoke.
Walk towards those humanoid dolls.
After he stopped in front of the shortest puppet with bare hands, he patted a groove on its chest with one hand, immediately inserted a white spiritual stone, and then used a finger to hit the puppet's head.
At one point, a wisp of black air penetrated into it.
The next moment, the originally motionless puppet's eyes flashed red, and it strode into the square, forming a circle that had been drawn long ago, and stopped motionless again.
"You and this puppet infused with a low-level fighting spirit will fight in this circle. No matter who steps out of this circle, it will be considered a failure. The specific results will depend on how long you can persist under the attack of this puppet." Gui Ru
Quan said with his hands behind his back.
Hearing this, the red-haired boy did not dare to neglect. He touched his waist with one hand, took out a green short blade several feet long, and walked cautiously into the circle.
As soon as he stepped into the circle with both feet, the seemingly bulky doll suddenly moved and swooped in like a strong wind.
The red-haired boy was startled, and almost subconsciously pointed the short blade in his hand at the puppet and slashed it away in the air.
With a "pop" sound, a light green blade rolled out, but when it struck the puppet, it only caused its body to freeze slightly, and it continued to pounce as if nothing had happened.
The young man suddenly became a little panicked and hurriedly backed away.
While he continued to wave the short blade in his hand, he hurriedly recited the wind blade formula in his mouth, but in a panic, he made mistakes in the formula one after another, and even fired a wind blade.
A moment later, the puppet was already in front of it, attacking with its talisman, and knocked it out of the circle with a palm.
"Inferior in actual combat. Overall evaluation, average." Gui Ruquan shook his head, but said calmly.
Yu Cheng was not really injured, but after standing up, he could only walk back to the other disciples dejectedly.
When Liu Ming and other new disciples saw this, they couldn't help but look at each other.
"Next, Xue Shan." The Confucian scholar read the next name unceremoniously.
Xue Shan grinned, but he could only walk out bravely.
Sure enough, after the three tests, he had not yet mastered the first level of basic skills and was unable to lift any iron lock. In the spell test, he could only use the fire bomb technique to barely leave a small faint mark on the stone tablet. In the final actual battle
The result was even more unbearable. In an instant, the puppet was also knocked out of the circle.
The final evaluation he received was naturally just "inferior".
Wan Xiaoqian below is slightly better.
Although this woman also performed poorly in terms of strength and spells, in the final battle, she first used the Light Body Technique on herself, and with the help of another wind-attribute spell, she actually managed to last for a cup of tea under the attack of the doll.
In the end, it got a mid-to-low rating.
"Bai Congtian"
The Confucian scholar's eyes finally fell on Liu Ming.
After Liu Ming took a deep breath, he briefly activated the Nether Bone Art. Immediately, a layer of faint black energy rolled out of his body and walked towards the iron locks.
When the Confucian scholar saw this, his eyes narrowed slightly.
On the other side, Zhu Chi was whispering something to the Taoist nun next to him. When he glanced at Liu Ming's strange appearance, he couldn't help but let out a sigh.
Seeing this, the Taoist nun next to her raised her eyebrows and asked:
"Why, why is Senior Brother Zhu surprised?"
"Junior sister Zhong doesn't know that this boy only has three spiritual veins, and the exercises he practices are not the ghost spirit technique that focuses on his own vein. But looking at him, it is clear that he has already practiced the first level of ghost spirit technique. This is amazing.
Somewhat unexpected." Zhu Chi replied slowly.
"With such a thing, it seems that this child should have more than just three spiritual veins." After hearing this, the beautiful Taoist nun looked into Liu Ming's eyes, and she immediately showed an interested look.
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