I thought it was a king, but I didn't expect it to be a bronze.
Everyone's eyes fell on Chen Feng again.
This time it was no longer envy, but sympathy.
It turns out that he is just an ascetic monk with no character and no talent. It is hard to see that he is so confident that he can survive ten breaths of time.
Unfortunately, after ten breaths of time, the gifted bloodline will manifest, and the secret will be exposed.
When everyone learned the result, hope was rekindled in their eyes.
Whether Chen Feng passes or not actually has nothing to do with them.
They just want to see a chance of passing selection.
If some people can survive ten breaths, so can they.
With a garbage physique like Chen Feng at the bottom, they were confident that it wouldn't get any worse.
"I originally thought he would be an opponent, but I didn't expect him to be rubbish."
On the side, the Holy Son of Netherworld Sect glanced at Chen Feng, with a hint of disdain on his lips.
Waste is not worthy of attention.
The Holy Son of Netherworld Sect made a classic mockery, and completely turned his eyes away from Chen Feng, looking at the girl holding a red umbrella not far away.
...
"Sir Messenger, I think there must be something wrong with the ceremony just now. Can you let me do it again?"
"This time, I will definitely be able to manifest my talented bloodline!"
Chen Feng made his final effort.
He felt like he still had a chance.
It must have been because of the mysterious ring that his talented bloodline didn't manifest just now.
The opportunities he had along the way all meant that he was a man with a destiny. How could he have a rubbish physique that was unique among all? !
This time, he wants to pass the selection based on his own strength.
He wants to take back what belongs to him!
However.
The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
The messenger from the demon world did not give Chen Feng another chance.
"Next!"
The demon envoy pointed at a young human monk.
He was directly ignored by the demon messenger.
After a long time, Chen Feng secretly clenched his fists and slowly clenched his teeth.
I was ridiculed, ha, it doesn't matter...as long as I am still alive and find my own opportunity, then one day I will come back from being slapped in the face again!
only...
Chen Feng moved his eyes away from the sky-reaching stone pillar in the demon world, wondering where his opportunity was.
If it’s not the demon world, could it be the demon world?
The selection speed of the demon world messenger is very fast, and the selection speed of the underworld messenger is even faster.
The ritual light beam of the Demon World Messenger is mainly to detect the innate bloodline, while the ritual light beam of the Underworld Messenger is mainly to detect the soul.
Whether the soul is strong or not, and whether the talent is good or bad, can be determined with just one test.
As for the ritual beam of light on the Demon World side, it focuses on all-round detection.
Talent, character, soul, and even the pursuit of seven emotions and six desires are all within the detection range.
The requirements are comprehensive, and it does not require any talent to be extremely high. Instead, it requires the first monk to pass.
"Hahaha!"
"Dajing is indeed an outstanding place! Little guy, I am very optimistic about you!"
Niu Laosan laughed heartily and punched a burly man.
With this punch, the burly man retreated for more than ten feet before he could stand still.
But there was no trace of dissatisfaction on his face, instead he was extremely happy!
"Lord Messenger, I will definitely live up to your expectations!"
"That's natural! But your little body is still too weak. You need to eat more meat and exercise more!"
Small body?
Hearing the evaluation of the demon envoy, the monks in the field fell on the burly man and were speechless.
The burly man was stronger than many demon monks, but he was still small in stature.
Are the monks in the demon world all burly men who have cultivated their physical bodies, and then transformed into humanoid tyrannosauruses?
Everyone complained inwardly, but their eyes showed great envy.
Being able to ascend to the demon world is an extremely lucky thing!
"This shouldn't be my chance..."
Arriving at the demon envoy, Chen Feng silently shook his head.
He felt that he was standing with the messenger from the demon world, and their style of painting didn't match.
Moreover, the test on the Demon World Messenger side requires you to take off your shirt for testing, which really damages the image.
Chen Feng chose to refuse.
"Then there is only the underworld..."
Chen Feng continued to walk towards the location of the underworld messenger.
Within two steps, he saw a red umbrella and its owner.
is her!
The little princess of Beiming!
Chen Feng was surprised and happy.
That strangely familiar feeling came over me again.
However, thinking of the last time he was blown away by a fan from the opponent's master, Chen Feng decided to keep his distance first.
I haven't determined where my big opportunity lies yet, so I can't add any extraneous details.
The selection of the underworld messenger only requires passing through the ritual light pillar, which is painless and therefore very fast.
Just because it's fast doesn't mean someone can pass.
The messengers from the underworld seem to have very strict requirements, and no one has passed yet.
"Huh!"
At this time, Luan Xiaoyao's floating figure passed through the ritual circle.
The messenger from the underworld, who had never had any emotional fluctuations, finally had a reaction.
Everyone else looked over.
Luan Xiaoyao is quite famous, and many people in the audience know her.
It was only because the Ancestor of Wanhun Town was by her side and because of her own reputation that no one dared to approach her and strike up a conversation.
Not everyone has the courage like Chen Feng.
Those who are brave don't have the same luck as Xiao Qiang.
"Lord Messenger, have I passed the selection?"
When Luan Xiaoyao saw this, her eyes showed a hint of joy.
Ascension to the underworld is the master's greatest expectation for her, and it is also the future hope of Ten Thousand Souls Town.
Whether it was for herself or her master, she had reasons to pass the selection.
She also has this confidence.
She is a spiritual practitioner of the imperial level, her cultivation level is the highest among the younger generation in the field, and her combat power far exceeds that of monks of the same level.
Coupled with the supreme treasure Soul-killing Umbrella, Luan Xiaoyao is capable of fighting even a holy monk.
She is also ranked eleventh on the Hundred Flowers Arena combat power list.
If such a talent cannot pass the selection of the underworld messenger, no one here will be able to pass.
"Jie Jie!"
"It is indeed a rare spiritual talent."
"It's a pity that I am too eager for quick success and only want to improve my combat power, but I ignore that the most important thing in the soul is purity... which is inconsistent with my soul cultivation in the underworld..."
The messenger from the underworld landed on the soul-killing umbrella in Luan Xiaoyao's hand and shook his head.
"The peak immortal level spiritual treasure made from one hundred thousand soul-suppressing banners is only one step away from becoming the Xuantian treasure."
"It's really not easy to practice this thing in the lower realm."
"Because the Soul-killing Umbrella is only an immortal-level weapon and not a Xuantian treasure, if you use this thing with your cultivation level, you will definitely suffer backlash."
"Every time you use it, your soul will be polluted by low-level ghosts."
"It's not a problem to improve your cultivation over time, but it will be extremely difficult to go further in the future."
"With your talent, you were originally qualified to pass the Ascension Selection."
"Pity……"
As soon as the messenger from the underworld said this, there was an uproar in the venue.
Luan Xiaoyao's face instantly turned pale.
The ancestor of Wanhun Town also looked extremely ugly.
He didn't expect that when he taught her the Soul-killing Umbrella earlier, he would end up harming his favorite disciple.
"No wonder Luan Xiaoyao has a perverse temperament. It turns out that the Soul Killing Umbrella caused the contamination of the soul, which is why he has such a bad temper."
"The ancestor of Wanhun Town shot himself in the foot!"
Not far away, the Holy Son of Netherworld Hall smiled proudly.
Luan Xiaoyao failed the selection, so he lost an opponent.
And the Lord Envoy will definitely not return empty-handed.
By then, won't he be the only candidate?
