Li Yuan took the buns from Liu Zheng and smiled and got on the carriage that had been waiting for a long time. Wang Peiyao followed without hesitation.

"drive!"

...

On the seventh day of the third lunar month, it is sunny.

Outside Zhelong Mansion City, we went to the gate of Shenbing Valley. A long dragon had already lined up on the official road more than 20 miles away. Thousands of people gathered here, and the noise could be heard several miles away.

The carriage is still seven or eight miles away from the mountain gate and can no longer move forward.

Li Yuan and others got off the carriage, and saw that there was a huge crowd of people, and they could not see at first sight.

"This, so many people?"

Yue Yunjin was a little stuttering.

"Impossible! As far as I know, the number of assessment places placed in the capital city of Shenbing Valley this time is 1,300. The total number of counties is 700, with only 2,000 people in total. How could it be so many?"

Wang Peiyao immediately shook her head: "More people watching the fun, right?"

Without the carriage, the distance between the few people was very fast. Through the crowded and noisy crowd, Li Yuan saw the gate of the Shenbing Valley.

The towering mountains stand tall and the plants are lush and green. Looking from afar, you can see wisps of blue smoke rising from the hillside.

Unfortunately, I couldn't see the black light column.

...

On the banks of the Grand Canal, at the foot of the Shenbing Mountain, within a radius of several miles, hundreds of disciples from the Shenbing Valley stood with their hands down, and their powerful aura spread, making the noise and hustle and bustle nearby stop.

The thick wood is built with wooden frames, and at the foot of the mountain there is a wooden platform seven or eight meters high, with many people standing on it, either standing or sitting.

"Masters are like clouds!"

Wang Peiyao held the booklet, kept watching the nearby area, and kept muttering:

"Shao Fang Bai, Gan Wu, Tong Jincheng... are all here, too. I heard that the Lord of Gongyang Valley doesn't like someone who is late. If you can't call your name, you're afraid you will lose your qualification immediately."

Li Yuan glanced at her, the more nervous she was, the more she talked.

Yue Yunjin, Liu Zheng and others had heavy faces, rapid breathing, and nervousness so much that their palms were sweating.

The gate of the Divine Soldier Valley is open for the first time in decades. If you fail to get started, you will never have a chance in the future.

"Are those Divine Guards?"

Li Yuan saw at a glance the big man wearing black armor in front of the disciples of the Divine Soldier Valley holding a knife in his hand.

The crossbow armor is prohibited in the major times, but large sects such as the Divine Soldier Valley are not included in the ban. The first sect in the palace has 300 armor quotas, and those who can armor are all elites among the elites.

Li Yuan was very curious about the effect of the heavy armor, but it was too far apart and it was difficult to get over, so he could only temporarily hold on.

He looked around.

As Wang Peiyao said, Shao Fang Bai and other geniuses who were quite famous recently arrived early, but they came a little late.

"quiet!"

The man in armor took a step forward, his pronunciation exploded like thunder, echoing for several miles.

"Lion Roaring?"

"I grow stronger and have strong qi and blood!"

As soon as the man opened his mouth, there was a little turmoil in the open space. Then the needle was heard. Wang Peiyao closed her mouth like this.

Shao Fang Bai's expression changed a little. The big man's voice was too powerful.

"This is too much."

Li Yuan pinched his throat and put his nine-shaped feet together. His strength became more and more slight, but he probably couldn't do this throat.

This is not only an explosion of internal energy, but also a martial art.

"I suddenly heard this when fighting with someone..."

Li Yuan muttered in his heart, but did not speak up, restrained his mind and waited for the assessment to begin.

...

On the high platform, Han Chuijun sat upright, slightly tilted his head, looking at the old man with black iron and white hair beard beside him:

"The last time the valley was so lively, it has to be traced back to more than 60 years ago, right?"

"Seventy-two years!"

On the left hand side of the white-haired old man, the old man with a beautiful long-faced face was slightly corrected:

"Did Elder Han even forget the time to get started?"

"Time is unforgivable, in a flash, seventy-two years have passed."

After glanced at the old man with long face, Han Chuijun sighed:

"As the saying goes, it's rare to be over 100 to 12 years old. How old is Uncle Qiu?"

The old man was named Qiu Zhengxiong, who was the head of the inner door gun and was good at the "Lichen Nine Yin Spear". He was still before him and was also the oldest person in the Shenbing Valley today.

"Old Han!"

Elder Kuyue dressed as a monk and nun frowned slightly, while the bruised old men behind Qiu Zhengxiong were glaring:

"Lord Lord, Han Chuijun..."

Bang!

Gong Yang Yu raised his hand and pressed Han Chuijun's palm:

"Junior Brother Han, do you still have to be arrogant in front of Brother Wei?"

"presumptuous?"

Han Chuijun's eyelids slightly raised:

"Senior brother's internal energy is getting more and more fierce."

"If you were not attached to all forms, you might have already reached all the meridians."

Ram feather put down his hand.

"The Valley Master is too confined to the realm. For us warriors, it is enough to have a strong and fast speed. Sooner or later, what's the problem of opening the meridians?"

Han Chuijun didn't care, but instead implied expectations:

"So, our brothers have not fought each other for many years. Why don't we give it a try?"

"Han Chuijun!"

Qiu Zhengxiong's face darkened:

"The Valley Master has just left the seclusion and his realm is not solid. What are you going to do?"

"Uncle Qiu, I'm glad that 72 years ago, you personally asked me to get started..."

Han Chuijun's eyes were slightly cold.

"If I had known this, even if you starved to death in the wilderness, I would never have invited you to get started!"

"Enough!"

Yang Yu frowned and glanced at the crowd on the stage:

"In recent years, Zhelong has been in turmoil. At this time, if anyone dares to be arrogant, don't blame me for being merciless!"

Wherever he looked, except Han Chuijun, he bowed his head one after another. After Han Chuijun frowned slightly, he also bowed his head slightly.

"Where are the real people inside and outside the sect, except Han Chuijun? He became a sect for the search for the heroes and killed thousands of people. He was too fierce and did not look like the right way!"

Qiu Zhengxiong's face was as deep as water, counting Han Chuijun's crimes:

"This time I went back to the mountain, I injured more than a dozen of my senior brothers in succession! If I don't discipline me, I'm afraid he will even dare to destroy the gate of my Divine Soldier Valley?"

Han Chuijun had no expression on his face and just pretended that he didn't hear it.

"You recruited him, why don't you deal with him?"

Their face was slightly dark.

"Does Uncle Qiu personally give advice?"

Han Chuijun's eyes were slightly brighter.

"snort!"

Qiu Zhengxiong's face turned red and he groaned and stopped talking. The old men behind him also kept silent and looked away.

"It's getting late, so the assessment will begin!"

Yang Yu looked at the sky and spoke slowly:

"Junior Brother Han, I heard that you have found two disciples with great talent, so start with them!"

...
Chapter completed!