Chapter 15: The second test

Twenty minutes later.
Yang Fan is now on the flat ground at the foot of a mountain, behind him there is a step that leads directly to the Divine Sword Gate on the top of the mountain. There are several stone pavilions on both sides of the steps, and the color of each stone pavilion is different in different positions. Yang Fan counted slightly, at least a thousand steps.
Huh!
A figure appeared near Yang Fan, and it was Elder Fan who followed him. I saw him panting, his wrinkled face flushed, and the sweat slipped off, which obviously consumed a lot of true energy.
"Okay...boy, unexpectedly...I can force the old man to do his best, but I can't catch up with you."
Yang Fan smiled slightly, did not respond, but underestimated in his heart.
"If I say this is only one-third of my speed, I don't know if you will vomit blood and die."
"Boy, how old are you?" Elder Fan didn't have the slightest arrogance. He went to the steps and sat down directly, using his skills continuously.
"Less than four hundred years old." It's not that Yang Fan refused to tell the truth, but that he would not believe it.
Who would believe in the Golden Elixir period before the age of twenty? Not to mention the 20-year-old Void Refining Period, and it is the kind of mid-Vulture Refining period that can rival the strength of the mid-integration period.
"Om!" A small voice came from the mountain, and I saw the steps on the mountain road, to be precise, the whole mountain, with the first step as the edge, a magic circle appeared. The arrays of the law array are constantly walking on the barrier, and the number of arrays on each step is also different. The first section is the least, only a few. In the last section, the dense array of texts almost covered that section of steps.
"Elder Fan, what is this?" Yang Fan asked in confusion.
"Hey, this is the second level to be assessed next. It is a test of xinxing. If you do not have a strong Dao heart and perseverance, you can't go to the top of the mountain. Speaking of which, this is also a good place to exercise your spiritual consciousness. As long as you do The stronger the heart, the stronger your spiritual consciousness, and you can easily resist the pressure brought by the formation, and there is also the illusion."
"Oh? Is there any other place in Divine Sword Gate where you can exercise your character?"
"This is natural." Elder Fan stood up, stroked his beard, full of pride appeared on his flushed face.
Whoosh whoosh!
While speaking, more than 20 minutes passed, and figures began to appear on the flat ground.
The first to land was a female monk in the Nascent Soul stage, with a pink face and a faint fragrance floating around her body, with a trace of charm in her behavior.
Whoosh! The second monk was a young man who appeared to be in his thirties. He carried a giant sword on his back, although it looked cumbersome, but he knew it was easy when he just put away the giant sword.
Not long after, more people landed on the flat ground, and the old man swept through his consciousness and stood in front of everyone, "Dear cultivators, the two thousand people are standing there, and the time has not come, then you can enter the next level. If the eliminated people want to stay at the Excalibur Gate, they can go to the registration office on the side to register as a handyman at the Excalibur Gate and be responsible for the internal affairs of the outer gate."
When everyone heard it, they discussed with others around.
"Even if it is a handyman, it is not bad. It is also a top sect. If you want to come, the treatment will not be bad. It is suitable for me and other monks with no background."
"Yes. And I also heard that in the Sword Sect, even if it is a handyman, you can receive some training resources every month. Even after a certain number of years, you can participate in the assessment of outer disciples internally."
"really?"
"This is indeed the case. One of my distant relatives worked as a handyman in the Excalibur Gate. I heard that they are planning to conduct an assessment of the outer disciples in the past few years."
Elder Fan was unknown, waiting for the cultivators to stop talking.
"Okay, it's useless to say more. I announce that the second level begins, who will try first?"
Everyone whispered at other people, but no one came forward for a while.
"I'm coming!" A young monk with a strange dress and eight long swords on his back came to the front of the steps and stepped forward.
"Om!" The array text above the first step began to swim. The strangely dressed monk shook his body when he walked up the steps, and he walked here after less than a second, and walked up to dozens of knots in one breath.
Finally, it stopped at the 99th step.
"Huh? Why did he stop? Is it difficult to walk up a step?"
A monk who was not yet a weak crown said curiously.
"I heard that the higher the steps of the second level of the outer disciple, the stronger the spiritual pressure they will bear. I think that the strength of that person is just entering the golden core, presumably at the pressure of a hundred steps It will not exceed the initial stage of Jindan."
"According to your statement, the 200th Festival is the mid-Gold Core Stage. Isn't it the mid-year Infant Change that can only be achieved in the first thousand?"
"This doesn't necessarily have to be based solely on the realm. Some people are not high in strength, but they are indeed very strong, so there is no absolute in everything."
A young monk in purple clothes.
Everyone knows that since someone is willing to be the first bird, they all tacitly didn't bother, just to understand more.
"Persevere, I can do it."
A yellow light flashed, representing the hundredth step up. The monk carrying eight long swords trembled his legs slightly, the sweat on his face kept falling, his teeth clenched, and it was very difficult.
"Buzzing!"
When the monk reached the 101st quarter, the formation roared, and then the monk was ejected from the steps and fell to the ground embarrassedly.
"Mu Xiu, one hundred and one, failed, but has reached the minimum requirements for handyman."
Shouted an outside disciple who was registered nearby.
"What?! My talent can only be a handyman?"
"Are you going to be a handyman?" the outside disciple asked.
"Huh!" The man named Mu Xiu picked up the sword, turned around and left, without any intention to answer.
"Next person."
Obviously, the outer disciple didn't have the slightest irritation. Maybe this situation has been encountered many times. How could a rebellious person go to work as a handyman?
With the leader, everyone began to walk up the steps, and most of them felt a strong pressure on their bodies as soon as they stepped on the steps.
Some people have a so-so temperament, they can't hold on after dozens of knots, even if they kneel on the ground, they are not willing to give up. But there are also monks with outstanding talents, who have come to the last section of Mu Xiu in just a few minutes.
For a thousand steps, the formation above each hundred will also be different, and the corresponding intensity will also be different. Soon, the fastest man has come to the 300 knots.
The coercion of the spiritual consciousness of Yuan Ying's later period made the person unable to move. Every time the foot that was just raised was pressed down, it froze there over time.
"You don't want to go up and try?"
Fan Chang looked at Yang Fan, his faint smile mixed with conspiracy.
"Wait, I'm afraid that if I try it, it will hurt their self-esteem."
With a big wave of his hand, Yang Fan turned into a recliner out of thin air, lying on it with Erlang's legs tilted, holding a can of beer in his hand, holding a handful of peanuts, a sip of wine, and a few peanuts in his other hand.
"Hey, it smells good." Elder Fan's eyes flashed and he stared at the canned beer in Yang Fan's hand.
"Little friend drank wine?"
"Beer, pineapple beer. Do you want it?"
"I have seen tiger skin and wolf skin. This is the first time I have heard of this pineapple skin. But it tastes very fragrant, can you give me a taste?"
After all, Elder Fan wiped the saliva overflowing from the corner of his mouth.
Yang Fan glanced at him and smiled slightly. He thought of how to exchange benefits.