Although Fengdu is good, it is between the two realms of mortal martial arts, so how can it be compared with the Immortal Sect of the Martial Realm? Therefore, many permanent residents of Fengdu also want to go to the Martial Realm. Even if this generation is not good, they still hope for the next generation.

This is just like taking the university entrance exam from outside. The Immortal Sect of the Martial Arts is a legendary university. If you can get the opportunity to further your studies, your future will be bright.

However, there are only four students enrolled this time.

Judging from this attitude, Su Hang knew that the exam was coming, so he was afraid that people like them would inevitably perform the show.

"Because the quota is limited, everyone will rely on their abilities and their opportunities in the future."

Lin Zhiqiu said a simple sentence, then ordered some servants brought seats and listed them above the high-level ones, and everyone sat down.

The so-called "Each person depends on his ability and depends on his opportunity" and you can think of it without asking any questions, which is a simple and rude competition.

Wang Bang was so irresistible that no one paid any attention to them, as if they were not important. Such a cold reception was really unbearable.

The territory for the competition was also vacant early, with a large area of ​​open space.

Before the competition began, a ball of light on the higher level slowly rose, and he was an old bald man, Master Xiude from Miyin Temple.

The white beard, white eyebrows, especially the two eyebrows, blew long on the face, and the whole person looked like he was already in his twilight years and would die at any time.

"I heard that how many young people have come to the mortal world?"

The old monk's voice was trembling and very gentle, but everyone present could hear it clearly, just like the spring rain invading his heart and heart, almost making Wang Bang and others feel excited.

God saw that he finally noticed us.

Wang Bang and others were moved and cried. The image of the bald old monk became cute in their eyes. How long have they been waiting for this moment?

Many people looked at this inconspicuous corner, and Su Hang and others suddenly became eye-catching.

Several people took a deep breath and were about to stand out and show their attention.

Unfortunately, at this time, the old monk spoke again, "I heard that there was a little novice monk named Little Toad who came out of Vajra Temple. I don't know where it is?"

As he said that, the old monk looked at Su Hang and others from afar.

Wang Bang and others were shocked. Why did this guy just call him a little toad and treat him differently?

The little toad was named. He was also at a loss and subconsciously looked at Su Hang. Su Hang reached out and patted the little toad gently, "Go, don't be afraid."

"Um."

The little toad nodded, and the huge wooden fish on his back ran quickly to the center of the square, and bowed to the top of the higher level in a similar manner, "The little toad greets senior."

The voice was a little tender and the posture was a little funny. The person next to him looked at it, but no one could laugh. Look at this little guy, probably at most six or seven years old, right?

Actually, the level of a martial artist?

I'm afraid this is an absolutely top genius even in the martial arts world.

The old monk stroked the long beard under his jaw, looked down at the little toad, and nodded constantly, obviously quite satisfied, "I heard that you read Buddhist scriptures at the age of three and practice Buddhist principles at the age of four. But is it true?"

"hiss!"

Many people present took a breath. This is not a genius, it’s a complete monster, three or four years old. Other children are playing with birds with their butts naked.

"After the words of senior, I am profound in Buddhism, and the little toad dare not say that it is proficient." The little toad was quite modest, "I just read all the scriptures in the Vajra Temple Sutra Pavilion and memorized them like a stream."

Talent!

The first half of the sentence is so humble. But as soon as the second half is released, it almost makes people fall into a blockbuster. Is this still a human being?

Monster, where did Monster come from?

Even Wang Bang and others were still promising, and this comparison was full of points.

The old monk was not surprised when he heard this. It can be said that he came this time for this little guy. The little toad's words were incredible to others, but the old monk knew very well that the little toad was already very modest. This little guy was not only able to memorize, but also had already mastered it. He also practiced dozens of magical skills. At least in the mortal world, he was already considered a little master.

He has such cultivation at such a young age. In time, he will become a great man. Moreover, what is most valued is his super Buddhist understanding, which is simply a Buddhist son given to Buddhism by God.

"Come to me." The old monk waved directly to the little toad. Despite his profound realm, his hands were also trembling.

The little toad looked up and saw him without any doubt. He climbed up the stone steps with a big wooden fish on his back. Everyone saw the small figure, full of envy.

The other old men and women did not mean to be a single shot. After all, the little toad was a Buddhist practitioner, and the monk Cultivating De was the one who practiced Buddhism.

Some people are envious of the little toad for worshiping in the Immortal Sect, but some are envious of Miyin Temple and accepting such a demonic disciple.

Xiu De directly let the little toad sit beside him, but the little toad was a little confused. Until now, he didn't know that he had become a disciple.

Next, there was no more text, and Wang Bang and others looked bitter. They thought they had the opportunity to show their faces, but unexpectedly, the opportunity to show their faces was snatched away by the little toad.

It seems that the competition can't be escaped no matter what. Looking at the eyes of the Fengdu geniuses, Wang Bang and others were all in pain.

Except for the little toad who was signed directly, the rest had to perform a show. Only when the above-mentioned seniors of the Immortal Sect were attracted by each other during the competition can they be taken away.

There were eight people from the outside world, except for the little toad, only seven were included in Su Hang. In addition, there were 43 young masters in Fengdu.

Of course, don’t imagine the young masters in Fengdu City too strongly. At their age, it is difficult to reach the innate level. Su Hang looked around and only the eldest son Lin Hong and another young man named Hongwu have surpassed the realm of martial artists. There are very few other martial artists in the ninth grade, and most of them are hovering above the fifth grade martial artists.

Therefore, with the realm of Wang Bang and Min Tianhao, they still have a very advantageous and have a great chance.

The battle began soon, and a group of young people couldn't wait to go on the field, either barbaric or gentle, fighting happily.

Su Hang sat in the corner and savored the fruits and vegetables, and admired the battles in the field. When he encountered a gorgeous and beautiful move or powerful move, he used the system to record the information and extracted it and studied when he became interested in it.

The guests also enjoyed it and regarded it as a pastime after the meal.

Soon, Min Tianhao came on the court and lost two of them one after another. He was successfully attracted by the elder Yongquan of Tianshui Pavilion and was called to get started.

Min Tianhao was ecstatic and when he returned to his seat, he was a little more proud, "Are you not going to pay it?"

"Grass egg."

Wang Bang spat, even Min Tianhao was taken into the door by Tianshui Pavilion. Can he still fall behind?

Immediately slapped the table and stood up, took out his pitch-black ruler, and jumped into the field.

The quota of students accepted by various sects is limited. For example, if Namiyin Temple only accepts a small toad, it will lose its intention to accept disciples. If it is too late, it will probably not even have to drink soup.

"Brother Su, don't you go?"

Min Tianhao won the prize and his tone was a little excited. Although he didn't know what level Tianshui Pavilion was in the martial arts world, there were too few immortal sects who accepted disciples this time, and it would be thankful that as long as he could enter the martial arts world.

Su Hang shook his head, "I don't want to become a disciple, why bother to do that? It's better to be a quiet handsome man."

"Oh, that's a pity. With Brother Su's strength, if he takes action, several major sects will have to rush to ask for it." Min Tianhao said regretfully. Now he has decided, so he regrets Su Hang. If it were before the competition, he would be worried that Su Hang would come on stage.

"Brother Min is too good." Su Hang shook his head and his eyes fell on the court. Wang Bang's stunning figure, "Let's see how Brother Wang performs."

Min Tianhao looked back and couldn't help but a trace of contempt flashed through his eyes, "Ha, if I were those seniors, I would definitely not have chosen this pig-shaped monster, it would have damaged my image."

Su Hang smiled, "You can't say that. Although Brother Wang is a little arrogant, he is still a person with temperament."

After hearing this, Min Tianhao bent his lips, "Brother Su is right. This pig monster has a unique skill. If it is used, I am afraid that all the innate masters will have to give in. I will go on the field first, but in fact I still have the heart to avoid this pig monster."

“Hmm?”

Su Hang was stunned for a moment. Min Tianhao actually thought he was not as good as the king's bombing.

The eyes fell on Wang Bang's body. What skills are enough to hurt the innate master? What skills are they?

Su Hang checked the information about the king's bombing, and there was only one Earth Spirit Art, one and a half months of killing. I don't know which one Min Tianhao was talking about?

In the field.

The one who faced Wang Bo was a young man named Yu Tong, who should be about 30 years old. He was a native of Fengdu, and he was a descendant of a powerful man. He was also a ninth-grade martial artist, and he looked rough and used a silver-ringed sword.

Yu Tong has a sharp sword technique and has lost three people in a row before. Although the leader of the Divine Sword Sect could see that he was a little moved, he had not yet spoken Yu Tong's name, and seemed to want to take the exam again.

Martial arts competition is not just about martial arts competitions, but more important is talent. A high level does not necessarily mean high talent. There are age restrictions, or some are simply piled up with elixirs, which are not considered talent at all.

In comparison, Yu Tong is indeed a bit older. Although he lost several people in a row, the few people on the stage still want to see it again.

This is just a good voice in China. Well, it should be a good Chinese expert. Whether it can attract the mentor to turn around can only rely on their own abilities.
Chapter completed!