Within a few minutes of sitting in his seat, Gu Bei saw some guys being dragged to the balconies, including the fat man Han Song.
"It turned out to be a related household..."
Looking at Han Song's plump and proud face, Gu Bei couldn't help but secretly curse.
"It's time to start."
Just when the fat man was pulled up to the terrace by a ray of light, a cold voice sounded from the sky. Gu Bei looked up and saw a woman in red floating over.
There was no flying sword under her feet, she just walked slowly in the air, and with every step she took, a pink lotus petal opened.
As soon as the woman arrived, she attracted almost everyone's attention. Her red robe was surrounded by many tassels, and she looked very delicate. She did not wear shoes, and with a pair of crystal clear feet, she slowly walked up to the center.
That terrace.
But the most attractive thing is her beautiful face. It seems that all the beautiful descriptions in the world cannot describe her appearance. Everyone is breathless when they see her.
And Gu Bei's breathing almost stopped at this moment, because this extremely beautiful woman was Xia Qing who sent him to the door of Dayan Immortal Sect!
It is said that people rely on clothes, and Buddha relies on gold. Unexpectedly, after changing her clothes, this girl suddenly seemed like a different person! Even her temperament has undergone earth-shaking changes!
Thinking about it carefully, it is not too much to save her from such a predicament and open a back door for him with her status as a saint of the Dayan Immortal Sect, right?
While thinking about it, Gu Bei couldn't help laughing, causing everyone on the side to turn their heads and look at this silly guy.
"All those who have reached the ninth level of blood refining, stand in the center of the field."
After Xia Qing walked to the center of the terrace and sat down, a young man with black hair on the northernmost terrace said in a deep voice.
His voice was not loud, but it echoed throughout the entire Jiulong Valley, lasting for a long time.
Everyone knew that this was the official start of the trial and selection, and everyone looked very excited.
Countless people came to the center of the square. Under the organization of the Tsing Yi disciples, they formed a team of one hundred people in each row. Gu Bei took a cursory glance and found that there were probably more than twenty rows in the team, which was about two thousand people.
Human specifications.
There is no doubt that these guys who have reached the ninth level of blood refining must be the priority. After all, compared to ordinary people, each of them can reach the level of a hundred kilograms or even a thousand kilograms, even if they are used for moving
It is also very suitable for the handyman of things.
The black-haired young man glanced at the huge team below, frowned, and said: "Those under twenty years old, please stand in front."
As soon as the young man finished speaking, more than 20 people, their eyes full of excitement, stood away from the large group and stood in a row.
Gu Bei noticed that these twenty people were all from the Heaven level.
In other words, when they got the wooden cards, those of them who wanted to enter the Dayan Immortal Sect had already been classified into different levels, and Gu Bei was the lowest-level "Yellow".
Looking at the motionless crowd around him, Gu Bei laughed at himself: "What a serf turned into a beast..."
Under the balcony in the center of the square, the disciples of the Immortal Sect each used different methods to bring the person they liked to the balcony. There was even a fight between two terraces because of a beautiful woman with a graceful figure.
But after Xia Qing turned his attention to the terrace behind him, he immediately stopped what he was doing.
"Those who are under thirty-five years old, come to the front."
The black-haired young man said again.
However, Gu Bei, who was sitting in the corner, couldn't help but frowned after hearing the young man's words, because in the center of the square, there was clearly a man standing blankly at this moment. This meant that this twenty-year-old
The ninth level of blood refining has not been favored by any party!
Gu Bei squinted his eyes and looked carefully at the man who was not chosen. He was dressed very normally, wearing a blue cloth, and looked no different from the others.
The only difference between him and the others is his face.
There was a hideous scar on the man's face, from his eyebrow bone to his chin, which made his face look particularly terrifying.
As if aware of the malicious gazes of others, the man lowered his head, took out a mask from his arms and put it on his face, then silently returned to his original seat.
Just because of some flaws in his appearance, he lost the qualification to enter the Immortal Sect.
Gu Bei sighed slightly, turned his eyes away from the man, and began to look at the people around him. After some comparisons, he was shocked to find that, unlike the other three regions, where he was
All the "yellow" level areas have one thing in common, and that is good looks.
The men are handsome and the women are beautiful, to the extent that if you pick just one of them, you will be impressed. Among them, the majority are women, and the number of men is even smaller.
If Gu Bei guessed correctly, the so-called "yellow" level should be people like vase...
...
Just as Gu Bei expected, after the initial two thousand people were selected, all the eyes of the audience naturally came to the "yellow" level area, and there were even a few narrow balconies.
of laughter.
"Huangjie No. 3, Liu Lingling."
As a deep voice sounded from the terrace of the third peak, a silver-haired woman immediately stood up from her seat in surprise, her eyes full of joy.
However, this time there was no one to pick her up on the terrace. Instead, a small wooden sword fell. Under the attention of everyone, the wooden sword slowly flew into the woman's hand, and immediately wrapped around the woman's wrist.
This is a token and a bond. When this woman accepts this token, her life and death will all be in the hands of the sword holder.
"No. 192, Huangjie, Du Rufu."
The voice still sounded from the terrace of the third peak, but this time the fallen token was an iron flower. The iron flower fell in front of the exotic-looking beauty, and a trace of hesitation flashed across her face.
But in the next second, he firmly held the iron flower and let it be engraved on his palm.
Gu Bei sighed slightly, raised his head and looked at the terrace where Xia Qing was not far away, only to find that there was also a line of sight there silently staring in his direction.
Gu Bei shook his head and avoided the man's gaze, feeling that he suddenly had no hope.
As a saint from the Immortal Sect, how dare she call her number at this time?
Just when he was ready to leave sadly, a series of repeated sounds suddenly sounded in his ears: "Huang Jie No. 271."