Chapter 14: Introductory assessment

When they came to the registration office, the teams twisted and twisted like long snakes, roughly one number, two thousand people, only a lot more.
"Go away!" a humanoid tiger and leopard-like burly man shouted at a yellow-faced man.
"Ah!" The powerful pressure enveloped the weak man, and the figure trembled, and his body involuntarily withdrew from the team.
"You...you..." the thin man looked angry, but when he saw the fierce face of the burly man, he hurriedly held back when he wanted to swear, and angrily came to the steward at the registration office. before.
"Senior, that person actually dared to jump in the line, this is simply a provocation to the Divine Sword Gate, please suppress him."
After all, he was proud of his face, as if he had seen the scene of the man being suppressed.
At the side of the registration office, there is an old man with white temples and fairy-style bones. He is holding a sword inlaid with gems of various colors in a scabbard in his right hand, and he is sitting on a grandmaster's chair with his eyes closed and his eyes closed.
After hearing the thin man's words, he opened his eyes, took a faint look at the strong man, and then closed his eyes again, with no expression of discomfort from beginning to end.
"This..." The thin man wanted to say something more, but when he saw the old man's appearance, he didn't dare to bother him anymore, and ran to the end of the line to re-queue.
This scene was seen by everyone. Not everyone is indifferent, but the unspoken rules of this world. Weakness is unreasonable, wrong, original sin, only if you are strong, then what you say and do is justified and right.
"With so many people, I don't know when they will be queued."
Situ Changkong sighed, he also saw the scene just now, but his own strength is not better than that of the big guy, it is not practical to want to jump in the line.
"Haha, why sigh, Brother Situ, isn't there a place to insert it!" Yang Fan smiled at the corner of his mouth. If it weren't for the big guy's previous lessons, Yang Fan wouldn't necessarily jump in the line brazenly.
"Look at me."
Yang Fan came to the big man just now, looked at the big man with his eyes, and said nothing.
"Boy, what do you see." The big man's rough voice almost roared.
"Pop!" A slap in the face resounded around everyone, and the burly man flew towards a wall at the speed of a cannonball.
"Boom!" A big hole was blown out of the wall, and the man was blown into the yard motionless, not knowing his life or death.
The sudden fight made the old man open his eyes again. As soon as he opened his eyes, the old man's unwavering eyes immediately became piercing after seeing Yang Fan, his eyes narrowed slightly, trying to see through Yang Fan.
"It's strange. At the first glance, I felt a strong sword intent on this child, but at the second glance, it became ordinary." The old man looked at Yang Fan and guessed with his right hand stroking his beard.
"Brother Situ, look, doesn't this have a place?"
Yang Fan smiled, indicating that he could jump in the queue.
"Wow!" The surroundings were deadly silent, even if the needle dropped to the ground, I could hear clearly.
"What just happened?" A monk stared at the place where the big man flew out.
"What!" Another cultivator watched Yang Fan slap and slap the Nascent Soul powerhouse who is higher than his realm, and this situation really shocked him.
Due to the disguise, Yang Fan's strength at this time was only the peak of the Golden Core Stage, while the big man was the strength of the Middle Yuan Ying.
"Interesting young man."
The old man in charge of the Divine Sword Gate sitting on the Grand Master's chair muttered, but still closed his eyes.
A few hours later, there was no one in line at the registration office. At this time, the disciple of the Excalibur Sect who was in charge of registration stopped writing and looked at the old man.
"Elder Fan, the time has come, the number of recruits is only a few short, and it is full. You can return to the sect."
"Well, then go back to the sect."
The old man surnamed Fan stood up, squinted at the nearby cultivators who were about to join the Divine Sword Gate, his eyes burst with deep gazes, and he stayed in Yang Fan Shenyang for a while before speaking.
"Dear cultivators, you are welcome to join the Excalibur Sect, but if you want to join, you must come up with your strength and talent. The Excalibur Sect will not raise people with poor aptitudes. Then start the first pass of the Excalibur Sect assessment. . From here to the north for three thousand miles is the location of the Divine Sword Gate, I don’t care what method you use, flying or running or riding in a carriage... You have nearly 5,000 people in total, and they were eliminated within half an hour. After being eliminated after 2,000, the Excalibur Sect will not recruit more than 100 outer disciples this time. Therefore, young man, take advantage of your strength. If you miss it, you will have to wait another ten years."
The old man stroked his beard with a confident look.
"Wow!"
There was an uproar immediately, and everyone was whispering.
"Five thousand talents only accept one hundred, such a high elimination rate." Yang Fan touched his chin.
"So," the old man glanced at everyone, "the first level begins."
With a wave of the old man's hand, a bronze ancient sword suddenly appeared. When the old man stepped on it, the ancient sword rose from the ground, rushing toward the north quickly.
Seeing that the old man had already set off, the monks offered flying swords one after another, and followed the old man's steps to fly towards the gate of the sword.
Not to be outdone, Yang Fan stepped on his right foot, his figure disappeared, and he reappeared next to the old man who was already walking first.
"Oh?" At the moment when Yang Fan's figure appeared, the elder Fan surnamed Elder Fan from the Divine Sword Gate became apparently stiff, causing Yang Fan to overtake.
Perhaps it is because I feel that being an elder is a shame to be overtaken by others. Elder Fan squeezed the method, and his figure suddenly accelerated, making a crackling sonic boom. A white mist followed the old man. It is the sonic boom cloud tail that supersonic flight has .
Yang Fan was taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect Elder Fan to be so unprovocative and directly put out his full strength to compete with Yang Fan for speed.
With a knowing smile, Yang Fanmeng broke out half of his strength, chased him at speed, chasing him at a speed of more than 5,000 kilometers per hour, and then raised his toward him, speeding up again, toward the direction of God Sword Gate. Escape away.
"Smelly boy!!!" Elder Fan was furious. Although he didn't know what Yang Fan's meant, he knew that it was definitely not a compliment such as encouraging him to cheer.
Elder Fan roared, speeding up again, and pressing Yang Fan to fly away.
"Brother Wukong, wait for me!"
The third figure flew, it was Situ Changkong.
The reason why Yang Fan worked so hard was entirely for other purposes. In order to attract the attention of the high level of Divine Sword Sect, he quickly became an inner disciple after becoming an outer disciple. You know, in the Divine Sword Sect, the outer disciples were not allowed to enter the thunder pond for cultivation at first, and the inner disciples had an opportunity once a year, and they could enter at any time.
"Swish swish..."
It took two or three minutes for those lagging monks to pass the place where Yang Fan and Elder Sun met. Some female monks flew in the sky, graceful and colorful. Some male monks ran directly on the ground, using this kind of body technique, and jumped directly when encountering obstacles. Some are also riding all kinds of birds and animals, running or jumping, or flying, all looking exquisite and overwhelmed.