Chapter 106 Entering the Mountain

The momentary change of expression on Zhao Feng's face was caught by Liu Yue'er. The indifferent expression clearly did not take the geniuses present in his eyes.

Even when his eyes glanced at the genius of the ninth level of martial arts, he was still the same, even a little disdainful.

snort!

Liu Yue'er frowned and snorted softly, but she didn't hide the displeasure flashing in her eyes.

The geniuses present are very young, and any one of them, in the original power, is the pride of heaven, full of confidence, and has never given up.

Zhao Feng discovered Liu Yueer's hostility and dissatisfaction, and only then did he realize his "gaffe" just now.

Entering the sect this time, from the bottom of his heart, he only regards Bei Mo as a real opponent, and he really ignores the others.

"Marquis Guangjun, what is your disciple's talent, and what level of spiritual body?"

Cang Tiehou had a tentative tone.

The person he asked was Zhao Feng.

As soon as these words came out, Nangong Fan couldn't help but sneer at the corners of his mouth.

Marquis Guangjun was startled, then shook his head: "It's just a very ordinary talent."

He was reluctant to mention Zhao Feng's qualifications.

However, this made Cang Tiehou and Liu Yue'er even more curious.

"Hmph, I don't believe his talent can surpass me."

On Liu Yue'er's pretty face, there was a trace of detached confidence.

Late night time.

At the entrance of the mountain road, young geniuses from all walks of life talked and whispered in low voices.

Due to the sect's assessment, it will wait until tomorrow morning, and everyone is waiting at the entrance of the mountain road.

It was a long night, and it took a few hours to wait.

Occasionally, one or two teenagers, disagreeing with each other and arguing with each other.

"Xiao Yun! Don't be mad, don't think that you can despise me when you are promoted to the ninth level of martial arts."

There was a quarrel not far away.

When everyone looked sideways, they saw a black-clothed youth of the ninth level of martial arts clashing with several other young geniuses.

That black-clothed boy was "Xiao Yun", the only super genius of the ninth level of martial arts on the field.

"A bunch of rabble!"

Xiao Yun looked indifferent to several teenagers of the seventh and eighth levels of martial arts.

The aura of the ninth level of martial arts, a powerful aura oppressed.

The few teenagers who confronted him were stagnant in their qi and blood and had difficulty breathing.

"What are you afraid of, let's go together!"

Two of the eight-level martial arts teenagers, one left and one right, rushed towards Xiao Yun.

Immediately, the three teenagers were fighting together.

All the teenagers present here have cultivated brilliant martial arts, and their strength is rare to meet an opponent in the same rank.

The combined strength of the two eighth-level youths is enough to rival the ordinary ninth-level martial arts, and should not be underestimated.

But that "Xiao Yun" wasn't good either. He cultivated a holy movement technique and a holy attacking martial art. In a few rounds, he beat the other two teenagers to the point of being unable to fight back.

"Xiao Yun's strength is close to Bei Mo before he left."

Zhao Feng evaluated in his heart.

It has been twenty days since Bei Mo left, and his strength was comparable to that of a half-step holy realm.

Now, he joined the sect and became an elder disciple. I wonder what kind of luck he has?

"This Xiao Yun comes from the 'Xiao Family', the largest hidden family in Xiangyun Country. This family has been passed down for thousands of years, and its strength is much stronger than that of Yifang County."

Guangjun Hou said in a low voice.

This is the first time Zhao Feng has heard of it.

There is still such a powerful force in Xiangyun, stronger than Guangling County.

But even such a big hidden family must try every possible means to send the genius of the family into the sect and enter the vast and vast sect world.

thump! thump!

Soon, Xiao Yun beat the two eighth-level teenagers to the ground.

"Hahaha... In this sect assessment, the first place belongs to me!"

Xiao Yun let out a long laugh.

Competing for first place?

As soon as he said this, some of the top geniuses on the field were hostile, including Liu Yue'er, Princess Yunxiangmeng and other geniuses, who all looked sideways.

The entry assessment of Xiaoyue Sect adopts a ranking system.

As far as Zhao Feng knew, there were three levels in the entry-level assessment.

Each level is scored by a sect master.

Finally, combined with the comprehensive scores of the three grades, a ranking is listed.

For example, Xiaoyuezong only recruits twenty disciples, so only the top twenty geniuses will be recruited.

Correspondingly, the higher the rank, the greater the advantage after entering the sect, and it is likely to be seen by a middle and high-level sect and reused.

These details were mentioned to Zhao Feng and three by Marquis Guangjun.

Now, Xiao Yun is aiming for the first place, making many teenagers dissatisfied.

Of course, no one will challenge Xiao Yun.

Because in terms of cultivation, Xiao Yun was indeed the number one present, and his strength was estimated to be number one, and no one could shake it.

But the problem is that the entrance examination of the sect is based on many aspects such as talent, strength, and understanding.

Among them, talent accounted for the highest proportion, reaching 60%.

In other words, the strongest strength does not mean that you can win the first place.

"Humph! In the sect assessment, talent is king."

"Yes! No matter how high the strength is, if the talent is insufficient, it will be surpassed sooner or later."

Some young geniuses present were not convinced, but they did not challenge.

The entry-level assessment focuses on comprehensive scores, with more emphasis on innate physique.

Regarding the petty fights of the juniors, the strong men of the older generation smiled and didn't care much.

"Xiao Yun, Yun Xiangmeng, Liu Yue'er, Kong Yuanhao..."

Zhao Feng's gaze was focused on some outstanding young geniuses present.

Among them, the one with the highest cultivation base is Xiao Yun.

Secondly, Yun Xiangmeng and Liu Yue'er, as women, are both superior in talent and beauty.

Finally, there is another "Kong Yuanhao".

The reason Zhao Feng noticed this person was because the other party was only thirteen or fourteen years old, younger than himself, and he actually possessed the eighth level of martial arts.

Kong Yuanhao has a doll, which is very fair and a little shorter than other teenagers.

Zhao Feng felt an aura similar to Bei Mo from this little boy.

As if sensing Zhao Feng's gaze, Kong Yuanhao suddenly turned his eyes and the two looked at each other.

Kong Yuanhao blinked and smiled at him, looking innocent.

Time passed slowly.

A few hours later, the distant sky showed a faint light.

At the moment of dawn, everyone saw the long-lost sunrise, and the faint glow was projected into the mist of the "Tianyue Mountain" opposite, reflecting the blurred silver glow.

The sun is rising, and the outline of Tianyue Mountain is faintly visible.

But around the mountains, there is a strange mist, and it is difficult to see the situation in the mountains with the naked eye.

Zhao Feng was an exception. As his left eye contracted, his gaze became sharp, as if there was a piercing force, staring at the situation in the mist.

Vaguely, Zhao Feng saw a scene that was isolated from the world: among the mists, there were creeks, lakes, and even plain fields on the mountains, planted with all kinds of strange flowers, trees and herbs.

On the green hills, there are many pavilions and palaces, the more central, the more luxurious they are.

When the left eye was pushed to the limit, Zhao Feng saw a dark cyan palace floating in the air, surrounded by a layer of cyan electricity as thick as a thumb, mysterious and majestic, exuding an ancient desolate atmosphere...

"What is that! The entire hall is floating in mid-air, dancing with the rain and fog arcs."

Zhao Feng was shocked.

Every scene and object in the sectarian world is full of a peculiar artistic conception and pattern, which is different from the outside world.

Especially the floating hall, dancing with the electric light, rain and fog, gives the illusion of being in the age of mythology.

Zhao Feng couldn't calm down in his heart. He felt the frequent beating from his left eye, which seemed to have some kind of induction.

It's just that he is not good at asking other people.

Because the main hall is far apart, and it is in the fog, blocked by a mysterious force, outside the mountain gate, even the powerhouse in the holy realm cannot see it.

hum!

A bright white light rose from the other end of the cliff.

In Zhao Feng's left eye, he saw at the end of the winding mountain road, a stone gate weighing 10,000 kilograms, with a trace of white light flowing, intertwined with the surrounding fog, and slowly rising.

"The gate is open!"

I don't know who made a sound in the crowd, and there was a lively cheer.

Teng! Teng! Teng...

Some figures quickly jumped onto the winding "U"-shaped bluestone mountain road.

"The entry test is about to begin."

The Marquis of Guangjun reminded the three disciples to take the lead and lead the way.

After walking the winding and steep Qingshi Mountain Road, everyone arrived in front of the 10,000-pound stone gate.

This stone gate is the entrance gate of Xiaoyue Sect.

At the entrance of the mountain gate, there are four young people guarding, and there is a powerful and frightening breath on their bodies, which is enough to make the martial arts Jiuzhong tremble.

Zhao Feng opened his left eye and found that the strength of the four youths was indistinguishable from those of the Holy Land powerhouses such as Marquis Guangjun.

The cultivation base of Marquis Guangjun is the second level of transcending the mortal realm, and the four young guards are roughly the same.

In the country outside, this is a giant who has reached the sky by force, but in the sect, they are just guards.

The older generation of powerhouses such as Guang Junhou took out a special token from their bodies and passed them one by one.

"Meet Deacon Qiu!"

At the entrance of the mountain gate, another group of sect members appeared, there were actually more than a dozen people, exuding a strong suffocating breath.

These sect members, wearing uniform black-patterned blue shirts, are all transcendental powerhouses, that is, the holy realm powerhouses in the eyes of the outside world.

The leader, a middle-aged man with a prosperous appearance, is the "Deacon Qiu" who is respectfully saluted by everyone.

"I've seen Deacon Qiu!"

Marquis Guangjun and others stepped forward one after another and saluted respectfully.

The talented youngsters below did not dare to take it lightly and followed and saluted.

Zhao Feng felt that the aura on "Deacon Qiu" was deep and bottomless, and he didn't reveal it at all.

His left eye opened for a moment, and he felt a majestic force in the opponent's body, which made his blood tremble, his left eye also beat frequently, and he felt uneasy.

"The strength of this 'Deacon Qiu' is probably several times stronger than that of the master, and he can kill ordinary saintly powerhouses at the touch of a finger."

Zhao Feng's heart trembled, the moment his left eye opened, he came to a conclusion, and he didn't dare to look at it for fear of being noticed by the other party.

"Everyone, come with me."

Deacon Qiu's gaze glanced at everyone present, it was an indifferent look down like an ant.

After a while, a group of people came to the bottom of a tall stone platform.

On the stone platform, there is a crystal cylinder as high as 10 feet, with a diameter of half a meter, which glitters in the sunlight.

"The first stage of 'Ling Tianzhu', everyone will receive a number plate."

Deacon Qiu instructed the people below to ask each elder, with the teenager, to go forward to register, enter their basic information, and receive the corresponding number plate.

"Zhao Feng, number 49."

"Yang Qingshan, number 50."

...

When receiving the number plate, Zhao Feng found that around the stone platform, there were some Zongmen members who were watching the fun.

Among them, a handsome young man in a blue shirt with black stripes, with a comfortable face, looked at Marquis Guangjun with a smile: "Uncle Xu Ran, we meet again."

Yang Qingshan and the two looked sideways, and immediately showed hostility and alertness.

This handsome young man was the uninvited guest who broke into Guangling Mansion that day and took Beimo away, Quan Chen.