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"Bloodline? How can you have bloodline?"
The young man in blue robe cried out inconceivably.
The news he received, Lu Ming, is bloodless?
"Of course I have blood, otherwise how to pass the assessment of Suzakuin's elders and recommend to enter Suzakusaku. This is the reason that even a pig understands, but you deliberately make things difficult and say, what the **** are you doing? A disciple of entry? Or, are you even as good as a pig?"
Lu Ming said one word after another, his eyes were like electricity, and he stared at the blue robe youth.
As soon as this remark came out, the new entry disciples all around looked at the blue robe youth with a watchful face.
This made the blue robe almost vomit blood, and Lu Ming could not answer these two questions at all.
If he admits that he is deliberately making things difficult, that is, he will deliberately suppress the new entry disciples. If this affects the recruitment of new disciples at Suzakuin, then he will definitely not be able to walk around.
But if he doesn't admit it, then he's even worse than a pig.
"Lu Ming, you..." The blue robe youth blushed for a long time without holding a word.
"Get away from me, you are in the way!"
The young man in the blue robe gritted his teeth and gave Lu Ming a cold glance, saying: "Lu Ming, you wait for me, my Ning Feng is not that good."
After talking, Ning Feng turned and strode away.
Lu Ming smiled and walked into the martial arts arena.
The martial arts field is large, flat and wide, and there are already one or two hundred people by this time.
Some people get together and chat together in twos and threes, and others meditate alone.
Lu Ming walked aside and sat cross-legged, waiting quietly.
Someone kept walking into the martial arts field.
After a few hours, the sky became dark. At this time, there were already nearly a thousand people in the martial arts stadium. By this time, basically no one had entered the martial arts stadium.
Lu Ming couldn't help but sigh at the high conditions for the Xuanyuanjian School to recruit disciples. At least 50,000 people had participated in the assessment before, but now there are about 1,000 people at Suzakuin.
Even if there are many other houses, there are not many places to go.
Adding up to 5,000 people would be good, that is to say, out of ten, only one can join the Xuanyuan sword faction.
At this time, a burly man with a bearded beard walked into the martial arts arena.
The roaring Hu Zhuanghan roared loudly, like the roar of a mad lion, and the ears of the shaking people buzzed.
More than a thousand people gathered quickly.
Standing in front of everyone, Luohu Hu expressionlessly shouted: "I am Xie Kuang, the elder of the Chuan Gong. First of all, welcome to join the Suzakuin. Presumably you also know that now, you are just handy disciples!"
More than a thousand people on the field couldn't help but clenched their fists. Indeed, they all knew that they had just joined the Xuanyuan Sword School, and they were disciples.
But the word "miscellaneous" is really uncomfortable.
Seeing the expressions of everyone, Xie Kuang showed a satisfied smile and said, "But, you have the opportunity to remove the word "miscellaneous" in the near future. Three days later, the Qinglong, Suzaku, White Tiger, Xuanwu four courtyards New entry disciples will hold a trial together, as long as they pass the trial, they can be directly promoted to bronze-level disciples. Not only are all kinds of treatment greatly improved, but they can also be moved to Zhuque Peak to practice."
"But the unqualified will continue to be miscellaneous disciples, living in the miscellaneous area and struggling hard. Do you have confidence?"
The crowd shouted, full of warfare and confidence.
These thousand or so people are all young people under the age of eighteen. They are full of flesh and blood and can join the Xuanyuan Sword School. In their respective cities, they are all geniuses.
"Okay, let's go to rest now."
Xie frantically shouted.
Next, someone came to arrange accommodation for them.
Of course, where they live now, in the handy disciple area at the foot of Zhuquefeng Mountain, they live in ordinary wooden houses, one for each person, and the rooms are very small.
After Lu Ming entered the room, he entered the Supreme Temple and began to practice martial arts.
After three days of trial, he must be promoted to bronze-level disciples, so as to have better conditions and more time to practice.
The Xuanyuan Sword School, no matter which courtyard, the disciples are divided into handy disciples, bronze disciples, and silver disciples.
The lowest level of handyman disciples, just like handyman, must complete the tasks arranged by the sect every day, and only then have time to practice.
And the treatment is also the worst.
Bronze-level disciples are considered to be official disciples of the Xuanyuan Sword School, and their treatment is much better.
Silver-level disciples, that is, elite-level disciples, is the backbone of Zongmen.
It is said that there is a gold-level disciple above the silver-level disciples.
But the gold disciples have already surpassed the five courtyards.
Each of them is a superb genius, enters the core of the Xuanyuan Sword School to practice, and has a respectable position, and can even stand shoulder to shoulder with the masters of the courtyards.
However, there are very few gold-level disciples, and there are not many Xuanyuan sword factions.
Golden disciples are still far away from Lu Ming. Don't think about it first. Lu Ming's goal now is to become a bronze disciple first.
After three years of cultivation, three days have passed.
More than a thousand people gathered at the martial arts ground again.
Xie Kuang stood at the front, his eyes gleaming, glanced around, and shouted, "Okay, three days have passed. The trial has officially started. This trial is conducted in the Yeye Mountains two hundred miles away. ."
"I tell you, there are monsters and beasts in the Ye Ye Mountain. It's very dangerous. It's a very common thing to lose your life. If anyone of you wants to quit now, you can stand up and I will go through the withdrawal procedure for him!"
The audience was quiet, and no one stood up.
The way of Wu Dao was originally covered with thorns and crises. Since embarking on this road, everyone has prepared in his heart.
Not to mention the withdrawal, it means to withdraw from the Xuanyuan Sword School. They finally joined the Xuanyuan Sword School. How could it be so?
I'm really going to quit, maybe I will be a laughing stock all my life.
Xie Kuang glanced around, showing a satisfied smile, saying: "Well, since no one quit, now follow me to You Ye Mountain and other three courtyards to gather."
After that, Xie Kuang ran out first, and others followed.
In a courtyard above Zhuque Peak, two figures sat opposite each other.
One is Ning Feng, the other is a young man with a smile on his face.
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Ning Feng's expression was cold, saying: "Brother Duanmu, rest assured, this trial is the death of Lu Ming's kid."
"Well, that's good. Most of our Duanmu family's disciples who participated in the trial have seen the portrait of Lu Ming. As long as they meet Lu Ming during the trial, they will kill him!"
"Ning Feng, Lu Ming this person, Lin Shao is very concerned. As long as you do well, you will naturally benefit from it!
The youth of Duan Mujia laughed.
Ning Feng was overjoyed and clenched his fists: "That's why Brother Duanmu has to help me speak a few words in front of Lin Shao!"