Under the Immortal Pavilion, the square became quiet.
The monks participating in the assessment looked at the runes in the sky and thought about how to create spells.
Whether it is an attack spell or a healing spell, any spell is inseparable from runes.
The reason why the secret techniques can produce power is because these techniques can form different runes in the body.
When you need strength, activate these runes to communicate with the power of heaven and earth and release special powers.
It can be described this way, the human body is a small formation.
If you want to create a skill, you must understand the runes, master the power of the law, and understand the rules of the operation of the law.
In this assessment, many advanced runes were given.
It is impossible to understand these high-level runes within a month.
Even if you can penetrate it, it still takes time to create the spell so that these runes can merge with each other to form a real spell.
"too difficult."
One after another, people turned and left, their faces full of disappointment.
They had been looking forward to this day very much, hoping to obtain the art of becoming an immortal. Although they knew that the probability of obtaining the art of becoming an immortal was not high, they could not help but be disappointed.
Time passed and everyone devoted themselves to creation. In less than half a month, another third of the monks left.
Qiu Pingsheng pretended to create spells and looked around boredly at the many monks around him, with a flash of contempt in his eyes.
These idiots, really dare to dream, is the art of turning into an immortal prepared for you? If you don't get out early, you're wasting this genius' time.
A month is just a fleeting time for a monk.
When the first assessment was about to end, many monks came to the square.
They wanted to see what level of spells these monks who participated in the assessment could create.
"time up."
The ethereal fairy sound sounded.
"Now start to operate the spells you created. Those who are unable to operate, or those that cause harm to themselves, will be automatically eliminated."
After hearing this, the monks began to use the spells they created, and the light of the law flickered and surged on their bodies, making them dazzling.
"Pfft~"
"Puff~"
Sounds of vomiting blood came and went.
There is obviously something wrong with the techniques created by these monks who vomited blood.
With a bitter smile, they turned and left.
Eventually, only one-tenth of the monks remained.
A female pavilion master waved her hand gently, and a golden ball of light appeared in front of everyone.
"Imprint your spiritual consciousness and magic skills into it. For the sake of fairness, we will conduct a blind review and score based on the final effect of the skills."
The examiner raised his hand, grabbed the golden ball of light, and imprinted the technique he created into it.
After imprinting the skills, these golden light balls mixed together, scrambled their order, and flew in front of the projections of many immortals.
Qian Huanrou turned to look at Jiang Ping'an, "How is it? Is it difficult?"
"It's a bit difficult, and I can't create a spell based on the secret rules, but it has reached the level of perfection of the third-order rules."
Jiang Ping'an asked: "What about you, how do you feel?"
"In general, the level of the law is not high, and the star-pulling technique is integrated into it." Qian Huanrou said lightly.
"Then you should be able to get the first few." Jiang Ping'an said.
"Your creative talent is very strong, you should be able to get in the top few." Qian Huanrou replied.
The monk next to him heard the conversation between the two and couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud.
"These two guys are really good at boasting. This difficult test is just average."
"It makes me laugh to death. Two people who haven't reached the United Realm still want to be in the top few."
"How can you say that about them? These two are geniuses. Be careful if they get the power to become immortals and beat you up, haha~"
The difficulty of this test is well known, and only one-tenth of the number of monks who can create smooth-running spells is left.
Even those strong men who are about to reach the Mahayana stage dare not say that they can pass the examination.
These two monks, who had not yet reached the integration stage, actually boasted that they could enter the top few.
And he looked very calm and matter-of-fact, as if he was sure of victory.
Facing the ridicule from others, Jiang Ping'an and Qian Huanrou ignored it completely.
They are not the kind of people who like to quarrel with others.
He looked up and looked ahead calmly, waiting for the assessment results.
Ten immortals have already begun to review the spells.
They received the golden ball of light imprinted with the spell, and their spiritual consciousness entered it.
"This spell can barely function, and the attack effect is average, two points."
"Blindly increasing the power of the law, even if it can release the mysterious law, is just rubbish, one point."
"It's not bad. This technique can increase your strength by two times, five points."
Each ball of light was marked with a score, most of which were one or two points, and a few could reach five points.
Every monk who participated in the assessment was extremely nervous.
"It seems that the level of the score has nothing to do with the level of the rules of the technique. If I had known this, I would not pursue high rules."
"I didn't expect five points to be a high score."
"Yes, in the eyes of this group of immortals, everything created by monks like us is rubbish. It would be nice to get five points."
This group of immortals scored very quickly, and they could tell the level of their spells at a glance.
The third pavilion master sent a message to the sixth pavilion master, "Don't use this disgusting assessment method next time. I feel sick when I see these rubbish techniques."
The Sixth Pavilion Master responded helplessly: "Then what can we do? There is a huge gap between the realms of these monks and they cannot compete in martial arts."
"Besides, martial arts competitions are prone to accidents. Don't underestimate the geniuses in the branch. They have been robbed of their quotas several times before... Eh~"
The Sixth Pavilion Master was talking when he suddenly let out a light sigh.
"This technique is so perfect. How could a low-level monk create this technique? It's so obvious that you two cheated. It's obvious that you two helped perfect it."
The Sixth Pavilion Master said to the Fourth Pavilion Master and the Seventh Pavilion Master.
The two pavilion masters smiled slightly and said nothing more.
"very!"
The six pavilion masters rated this ball of light.
As soon as this score came out, the whole audience was in an uproar.
“It actually got perfect marks!”
"This is the first spell that exceeds five points, and it is directly ten points. What spell can make the Sixth Pavilion Master so satisfied?"
"The person who can create magic that satisfies the immortal is definitely a genius."
Everyone who participated in the assessment was filled with shock and expectation.
They fantasize in their hearts, expecting it to be a spell created by themselves.
The corners of Qiu Pingsheng's mouth rose.
There is no doubt that this technique rated ten points must be his.
If the technique that my father modified himself was not very good, it would be unjustifiable.
The Grand Pavilion Master was numbly reviewing these spells. Such rubbish spells were not worth a second glance. When he got a technique, he paused slightly and suddenly announced.
"This technique is worth ten points."
Everyone's heart was beating wildly, another ten points!
After the Grand Pavilion Master announced the score, he sent a message to the Fourth Pavilion Master, Sixth Pavilion Master and Seventh Pavilion Master.
"You three, are you helping to modify the technique? This technique is too perfect. When it is announced later, it will end badly."
Qiu Feng, the fourth pavilion master, said: "I won't be so stupid, and I won't make it too perfect."
The Sixth Pavilion Master responded: "I just help make changes casually."
The Seventh Pavilion Master said: "I made it very average, at most seven or eight points."
The Grand Pavilion Master rolled his eyes at the three of them and did not believe what they said.
If such a perfect technique was not modified with the help of immortals like them, it could have been created by the low-level disciples themselves.
