I saw a thin figure walking towards the 100,000th step with firm steps.
Wearing coarse linen clothes, he is only thirteen or fourteen years old, making him one of the youngest among a hundred thousand people.
His whole body was soaked with sweat, and he moved forward with a determined look on his face. His legs were shaking slightly with every step he took, and he was obviously reaching his limit.
At this time, there were less than twenty steps to the top. His thin body seemed like a small boat in the huge waves, and he would be swallowed up at any time!
He walked this short twenty-level staircase for almost half an hour. When he reached the ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nineth level, his whole body began to tremble violently like chaff, and it seemed that he would collapse in the next moment.
His face turned red, he let out a low growl, and forcibly raised his right foot to step onto the last floor. Just when they thought the boy would be unable to bear it, his right foot landed heavily on the last floor with a thud.
After withstanding the last pressure, the other foot successfully stepped onto the top of the ladder, and he collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.
The first three boys and girls to reach the top couldn't help but show a look of admiration on their faces. They didn't expect that the fourth person to pass would be a boy even younger than them.
The most important thing is that there is no fluctuation in the cultivation level of the young man. It is obvious that he has never practiced before. He can achieve this step and his willpower is so tenacious and firm.
After another half hour, the assessment was over, and there were only 30,000 people left.
In the first level alone, more than two-thirds of the people were eliminated.
Their figures gradually disappeared into the space and appeared on the familiar martial arts field.
"Very good. Congratulations on passing the first level. The second level will test your character!"
Nangong Xiaotian's familiar voice sounded again. He waved his sleeves and a ray of light fell in front of everyone.
It was a colorful spar. He asked everyone to sit cross-legged on the ground, and saw the spar emitting a colorful light that enveloped everyone present.
They only felt that their will gradually became faint and they fell into a dream.
When he woke up again, he found that he was wearing white sect clothes and was in the middle of a battlefield. Judging from the situation, it should be a battle between two major sect forces, and screams kept coming from around him.
They also held various weapons in their hands. They had never experienced such a thing before. They all looked panicked and confused.
However, when someone came to kill them, some of them were stabbed through the body with a look of shock on their faces, while others waved their weapons to fight back, and the scene was extremely chaotic for a while.
Those disciples who were killed were naturally eliminated. Those who survived realized this problem and took the initiative to kill the enemy. They wanted to come to this level to test their reaction and state of mind when facing danger.
But it seemed that their own forces were gradually losing ground. Reinforcements from the other side were coming in a steady stream from a distance. They couldn't make up their minds for a while, whether to retreat or to give it a try.
The few boys and girls who performed outstandingly in the first level thought for a moment, raised their weapons, and rushed to the opposite side fearlessly.
Many people fought and retreated at the same time, and some even lost their minds at being chased and simply dropped their weapons and ran away.
The handsome young man kept swinging the long sword in his hand, and with every swing, the enemy fell to the ground. The woman in green clothes kept shuttling among the crowd, like a butterfly, moving gracefully, killing people invisible.
The last two-meter-tall young man pushed all the way, with a look of excitement on his honest face. He seemed to be a born militant.
They thought of the thin young man and looked for him in the crowd. They saw that he was surrounded by enemies, his body was scarred, but there was no trace of fear in his eyes.
He was not in a good condition at the moment. It could be said that he was exchanging injuries for his life, fighting the opponent as if he was risking his life.
Upon seeing this, they quickly rushed towards his direction to support him. A moment later, they stood on this battlefield, gasping for air, with no enemy around them.
There were quite a few other disciples who entered the assessment scene with them.
There was a sound of glass breaking, and the illusion disappeared, returning to reality. They opened their eyes and found that most of them had already woken up.
I'm afraid a lot of people will be eliminated in the second level!
Sure enough, Nangong Xiaotian's voice was heard, "A total of 20,000 people were eliminated in the second level, and only 10,000 people advanced to the third level."
They couldn't help but take a breath. Almost 90% of the people were eliminated in the two levels. There was still a third level. They didn't know how many people would be left to successfully join the sect in the end.
"The third level is to test your talents." He waved a ray of light again in his hand, turning into a cylinder-shaped magic weapon.
It is three feet high, but the difference is that there are rectangular boxes on the cylinder, with a total of nine boxes from top to bottom.
Just listen to Nangong Xiaotian say: "You only need to stand in front of the magic weapon, and it will automatically detect your talents. The grids will light up in sequence according to the upper limit of your talents."
"The more squares that light up, the stronger the talent is!"
"The nine grids are white, red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple and gold!"
"As long as you can light up orange, you will pass the talent assessment!"
"Even if you are red, you can choose to become a handyman disciple. There is no chance of becoming a formal disciple in the future."
Everyone nodded, all a little nervous.
At that moment, one person walked out first and stood in front of the detecting magic weapon. The magic weapon emitted a ray of light and enveloped the disciple.
I saw the white grid light up, followed by red, and then stopped beating!
Uh-huh!
The disciple's face turned pale. After summoning his courage, he didn't expect that he couldn't even reach the talent required to become a formal disciple!
He clenched his fists, unwilling to give up, and said to Nangong Xiaotian: "Sect Master, I am willing to become a handyman disciple!"
Nangong Xiaotian nodded, and the next deacon in charge of this aspect took him aside to record it.
The hearts of the other assessment disciples sank and their pressure doubled.
Then the second person stood up, took a deep breath, and walked to the magic weapon.
The light flashed and the orange grid lit up. The disciple showed a look of surprise on his face and let out a breath.
"Success!"
Everyone in the back looked envious.
An hour later, most of the disciples had completed the test, and most of them had passed the test to become handymen or formal disciples. Only a few people only had white grid talents.
They lowered their heads, their moods reached rock bottom, and were guided away by an elder in despair.
…
The young man who looked like a noble prince walked slowly out of the crowd. When everyone saw him, they immediately caused a commotion!
This is one of the most outstanding people in the first two levels of assessment, and they are all looking forward to his talent.
The most talented person before was a young man with somewhat feminine features. He shocked everyone present by lighting up the yellow grid and stole the show!
He was dressed in white clothes and spotless, and his appearance was outstanding. Even the five peak masters were looking at him.
Shrouded in brilliance!
Wow!
The crowd burst into exclamations. Even the five peak masters couldn't sit still and stood up!
