Chapter 471: Entrance Examination
Chapter 471 Entrance examination
"Clothes…"
The weak voice of God Venerable Longsu sounded in his head, and the corners of Su Yi's mouth couldn't help but rise.
In the face of absolute strength, any strength is paper.
The higher you stand, the more you fear death.
Soon, God Venerable Longsu spoke in the Emperor Suzong, claiming that he was willing to join the Emperor Suzong.
As for whether he is willing, or whether he harbors resentment, Su Yi doesn't care, anyway, he can obliterate the Dragon Lord at any time.
And he believed that the Longsu God Venerable would be infected by Emperor Suzong.
In this boring world of cultivation, Su Dizong's chat mode is like a virus, which will infect everyone who joins the sect, no matter how strong.
In Sudizong, the weak can communicate with the strong, the strong can feel the fun of the weak, and at the same time can make friends with the strong at the same level, or even stronger.
Like Emperor Hunyuan of Taiqing, how cold was he before?
Now I can say a few words almost every day, and gradually come down from the altar.
After a while, the Longsu **** handed in the resources for joining the sect, which were one million seven-level spirit stones. To Su Yi, it was considered a luxury, but to the Lord of the Holy Realm, it was just so-so, nothing at all. itching.
"Even the God Venerable Longsu has joined the Emperor Suzong, the suzerain really has great powers."
Xia Yi's exclamation came from beside him, and Su Yi opened his eyes to look, only to see Xia Yi's face was full of admiration.
He has never admired a person so much.
Su Di was the first.
Su Yi felt refreshed in his heart, but calm on the surface. He asked, "If one day I become an enemy of Emperor Su, what should you do?"
As soon as these words came out, Xia Yi opened his eyes. He frowned and looked at Su Yi, and found that Su Yi was not joking.
He whispered: "You can't talk nonsense like this, be careful to be heard, Emperor Su supports you so much, do you have other plans?"
He didn't stand in line immediately, but asked why.
Su Yi was satisfied, he said seriously: "Well, he thinks I will surpass him, maybe he will suppress me."
Xiamen rolled her eyes, and didn't bother to pay attention to Su Yi.
Su Yi smiled.
The two chatted for a while, and then continued to practice.
In order not to alarm Chen Jianzong, Su Yi did not absorb the aura of heaven and earth, but took a small amount of elixir.
Now his power is limited to the power of ninety-nine million dragons, and it will be difficult to increase the power of one dragon.
He has reached the bottleneck.
Need an opportunity to soar into the sky.
Time turns.
Another ten days passed.
Chen Jianzong's entrance examination time has also arrived.
Su Yi followed Xia Yi out of the wooden house, looking around, a monk and a demon king flew out of the surrounding mountains, all flying with swords.
Chen Jianzong accepts disciples and only accepts sword cultivators, but the requirements for race are very light. Even monsters, as long as you have the talent to practice swords, you can also sign up.
Su Yi took out Zhou Wujian and flew with the sword.
What a spectacular scene thousands of swordsmen flying with their swords.
flying with the large army for a while, a plateau appeared in front of it, with a cliff as high as a thousand feet, and below the cliff was a forest, stretching to the mountain forest where Su Yi and his two lived before.
On the plateau, there are endless rows of outer disciples hanging in the air with their swords, waiting for the arrival of the seekers.
After landing, Su Yi and Xia Yi were submerged in the sea of people. Looking from a high altitude, there was a dense mass of darkness, and there were continuous figures landing behind them, like a black sword, constantly stretching.
"Everyone line up and don't wander around!"
In the air, a middle-aged man waved his sword and shouted, his voice was like thunder, covering all the noise.
Even so, they couldn't suppress the excitement of the seekers.
"The entrance examination is about to begin."
"The swordsmen around are all very strong."
"That guy has reached the late stage of the Void Realm!"
"I don't know what the entrance examination is, the test of cultivation, or the comprehension of swordsmanship?"
"Tsk tsk, will there be an inner disciple directly among our new batch of disciples?"
"It's hard to say, this is Dust Sword Sect."
Listening to the surrounding discussions, Su Yi and Xia Yi were indifferent, and moved forward with expressionless faces.
Ten thousand meters ahead, there is a huge stone gate with a height of 300 feet. There are waves of light in the stone gate, which is obviously a portal, leading to the real Dust Sword Sect.
In front of Shimen, there were 500 inner disciples, 50 elite disciples, and 10 deacons sitting cross-legged.
Guo Jiansheng was among them.
His face was gloomy, and his eyes swept forward.
He was looking for Su Yi.
The confrontation that day made him deeply ashamed. After returning, he was so angry that he beat his subordinates violently before venting his anger.
After walking for about an incense stick, the large army finally stopped. Looking up, the seekers in the front row were less than a hundred feet away from the huge stone gate.
Besides the sound from behind, the creatures in front hardly dare to speak anymore, for fear of being impolite.
Su Yi hides his own aura, and the deacons and elite disciples of Dust Sword Sect have only attained holy cultivation, so naturally they cannot detect his existence.
Xia Yi's master, Deacon Zeng, has already reached the qualifications of an elder. In Dust Sword Sect, if one's cultivation level reaches the Holy Realm, one can become a core disciple or an elder. In a few years, Deacon Zeng will become an elder Zeng.
The saint, in Chen Jianzong, is the suzerain or the existence of the elder.
How difficult it is to become a saint, no matter how many souls practice for millions of years, it is difficult to defeat them for a few days, and die on the road to enlightenment.
Nowadays, Su Yi no longer regards saints in his eyes.
It's just that he has nowhere to go, so he simply stays at Dust Sword Sect and gradually understands Chaos.
Time goes by bit by bit.
About an hour passed, and nearly a million seekers gathered on the plateau, silently waiting for the assessment to begin.
A disciple of Dust Sword Sect was distributed on the edge of the crowd, and they were building a formation.
"Dust Sword Sect has a history of nearly two million years, and there have been 23 saints. They are the great sect of swordsmanship, and they are believed in by the two immortal worlds. If you can worship Dust Sword Sect, it will be a great opportunity!"
An elderly deacon spoke slowly, his voice was hoarse, but full of provocative power, which made the blood of millions of seekers boil.
"It's not that easy to join Dust Sword Sect."
"Next there are three tests, one is the sword strength test, the second is the comprehension test, and the third is the sword intent test."
"Start now!"
As his voice fell, the disciples of the Dust Sword Sect at the edge of the crowd urged their mana one after another.
Bang!
The ground shook violently, and an invisible pressure fell on millions of seekers. In an instant, most of the seekers were crushed to the ground, and only a few thousand remained.
But among the thousands of people, most of them are bent over, their legs are trembling, or they are half kneeling on the ground, holding on.
Even Xia Yi was the same, he held on to the hilt of his sword, hesitating to speak.
Only Su Yi stands proudly with a straight back, at this moment he is so conspicuous.
Complicated gazes were cast from all directions, including jealousy, shock, and disbelief.
"That rascal…"
"Why is he acting like a normal person?"
"What kind of formation is this? I feel like my internal organs are about to be crushed..."
"Look over there, there are people standing, unaffected!"
"Is he cheating?"
Two more late at night
(end of this chapter)