Next, people began to walk up one after another and came to the desk to burn incense.

But the second one was not as lucky as Bai Jingyun. After the incense was inserted, the incense was instantly extinguished.

This shows that Ancestral Sword does not recognize this person's sense of sword.

"Not passed." Yan Wucheng shook his head slightly and said with a cold face.

Seeing this, Zhou Fengzhi sneered. Who really thinks he has a sense of sword?

He couldn't help but look at Lin Fan on the side and said, "You are Lin Fan. You made a move before. I think your boxing skills are good. If you don't have a sense of sword, you don't have to be discouraged."

Lin Fan frowned and looked at the man: "What are you?"

I don't seem to have offended this guy.

"Zhou Fengzhi." Zhou Fengzhi sneered.

"How do you know that I don't have a sense of sword?" Lin Fan asked back.

Zhou Fengzhi laughed and said, "Don't think that the first-class layman passed the previous one, but he thought that the sword sense was easy. Unless he practiced swords like me, he spent three hours practicing swords every day, so that he could have a sword sense..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

The person in front who was rated as having no sense of swords, had a pale face and said, "Elder, Master, I have been practicing swords since I was a child. I have practiced for six hours every day. I must have a sense of swords. This must be wrong, wrong..."

Lin Fan almost laughed out loud, and pointed to the front: "The guy in front seems to be more diligent than you, and he doesn't have a sense of sword. You should worry more about yourself before you worry about me."

This man's words made Zhou Fengzhi's face suddenly look like he had eaten a fly.

Some people went up one after another, some passed, and some failed.

Finally, Zhou Fengzhi stepped forward, he looked at Lin Fan and sneered: "Do I have a sense of sword? I've opened my eyes wide and watched it."

Zhou Fengzhi came forward and took the incense stick and inserted it into the incense burner.

At this time, the ancestral sword actually shook slightly.

"B-level sword sense." Yan Wucheng looked at Zhou Fengzhi with a kind face and nodded and said, "It's very good! If you are willing to practice hard and enter the Taoist priest realm, it will be very simple."

Even Rong Yunhe nodded at him and expressed his appreciation.

Zhou Fengzhi was also extremely excited, and he didn't expect that he could actually have a B-level sword sense.

In Cang Jian Sect, when each batch of disciples is accepted, only one or two people can have a B-level sword sense.

He turned around and walked aside, looking at Lin Fan, and felt even more proud.

At this moment, Mo Chen also stepped forward.

Everyone looked over.

Mo Chen is a young genius of the Mo family, and his strength is extraordinary.

This time, the assessment has also attracted the attention of all parties.

"Uncle Rong." Mo Chen shouted respectfully.

Rong Yunhe nodded expressionlessly.

Those who were waiting for the assessment couldn't help but curse in their hearts, "Damn it, this is called uncle, can you just do it?"

At this time, Mo Chen respectfully took out a stick of incense and inserted it on the incense burner.

Unexpectedly, this ancestral sword began to shake violently.

It was not like Zhou Fengzhi before, he only shook for a moment.

It took four or five seconds to tremble before slowly stopping.

"A class!" Rong Yunhe said loudly.

He was also quite surprised and couldn't help but sigh: "The Mo family has really produced a good boy."

Hearing Rong Yunhe's praise, Mo Chen said with a humility and arrogance on his face: "It's just a sense of sword, Uncle Rong has a fallacy."

Even though he said so, Mo Chen was quite proud in his heart.

Rong Yunhe is the head of the Cangjian Sect, and his strength can be said to be among the top in Jiangnan Province.

The power covers the sky with only one hand.

How could he be unhappy if such a person praises him like this?

Yan Wucheng, who was standing beside him, was extremely envious. He couldn't help but say, "I remember that I had the A-level sword feeling in the past, right?"

"Yes." Rong Yunhe nodded slowly and looked at Mo Chen who turned and left: "If you are well-educated, Mo Chen will become the mainstay of my Cangjian Sect."

Mo Chen was also quite surprised. He actually didn't expect that he could reach the A-level level.

From this point of view, there is no doubt that the first place in the assessment is my own.

Lin Fan was also a little eager to try it out, and he also wanted to know whether his sword sense was high or low.

But he was not in a hurry either.

Finally, the other nineteen people came forward and it was Lin Fan's turn.

Lin Fan finally walked forward.

"Lin Fan." Zhou Fengzhi looked at Lin Fan in front of him coldly and took a deep breath: "This guy, at most, only a sword sense like C, can't be taller than me."

If Lin Fan had a B-level sword sense, he would probably have no hope of winning the second place.

Mo Chen, who was standing beside him, said lightly: "The ranking and the sense of sword are meaningless. Brother Zhou should improve his strength more and not pay too much attention to these secular things."

Damn.

You have a level A sword feeling, of course you can pretend to say you don’t value it. If you want to evaluate a level C, try it?

Zhou Fengzhi cursed in his heart, but he said with a smile on his face: "Brother Mo said that."

At this time, Lin Fan came to the ancestral sword, took the stick of incense and inserted it into the incense burner.

The incense burned in an instant.

Forehead.

What's the situation?

Lin Fan was stunned when he looked at the incense burner.

Rong Yunhe and Yan Wucheng were also stunned.

Bai Jingyun, Fang Jinggen, Zhou Fengzhi, Mo Chen and others were also stunned.

What is the operation?

The fragrance burned out instantly?

"Sect Master, I'm afraid this man has no sense of swords. He secretly uses spells to make the incense burn brightly." Zhou Fengzhi said loudly.

"Sect Master, look?" Yan Wucheng frowned and looked at Rong Yunhe beside him.

He had never seen such a scene, but he didn't know how to judge it.

Zhou Fengzhi sneered at Mo Chen, saying, "I didn't expect that this guy didn't have the sense of swords, but he also used magic to do this. It's really ridiculous."

Mo Chen couldn't help but nodded. He had admired Lin Fan quite a bit before.

After all, Lin Fan's punch to defeat Wang Long was really true.

But unfortunately, his boxing skills are good, but it has nothing to do with the sense of swords. This person seems to have no chance with the Cang Jian Sect.

Thinking of this, Mo Chen shook his head slightly: "Hey, I thought this person could also give a higher sword sense. Unfortunately, without a single opponent, it really makes people feel lonely."

Zhou Fengzhi, who was standing by, had ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping over in his heart. Is this guy going to pretend to be a dumb when he gets an opportunity?

Rong Yunhe held his hands behind his back and was about to announce that Lin Fan failed to pass the assessment, after all, he had never seen this scene.

Lin Fan was also a little confused and was just wondering.

Suddenly, the ground trembled.

And this ancestral sword suddenly soared into the sky, and after flying into the air, it stabbed towards Lin Fanfei below.

"This is!" Rong Yunhe saw this scene and instantly thought of a legend passed down from ancient times by the Cangjian Sect.

Damn, Zu Jian wants to recognize his master!
Chapter completed!