Chapter 1109 Talent, Blood Duel

"Martial arts talent, level five!"

"Blood boundary, high-grade mysterious body!"

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"Next person!"

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"Martial arts talent, level six!"

"Blood boundary, high-grade mysterious body!"

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"Martial arts talent, level five!"

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Feiyun City!

In the majestic central square surrounded by square pavilions, the preliminary evaluation of Wu Zong's disciples is in full swing.

Young heroes with extraordinary temperament climbed onto the high platform one after another, and each showed their talent potential in front of the two test steles.

The genius of Wu Zong who was in charge of this assessment, Young Master Xiao Meng of Qingcheng leaned on the wide chair, looking at the young men and women on the field with interest...

The several city lords sitting next to him (beside shēn) also had a calm expression, occasionally chatting with each other leisurely.

However, Elder Liu, who presided over the registration, kept a straight face from the beginning to the end, his stern old face was like the bluestone steps in front of the door.

From his indifferent tone, it can be seen that he is not very satisfied with these newcomers.

"Martial arts talent, level five!"

"Blood boundary, high-grade mysterious body!"

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The cold voice echoed ((摇dàng)dàng) in the audience, Elder Liu didn't even lift his head, he made a registration on the scroll and announced lightly, "The next one."

Nearly half of the people who took the test!

Arriving here, the crowd in the audience paused somewhat.

For the spectators here, it is a little dull.

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"so far,

The highest level of talent in martial arts is only level six, and the limit of bloodline is only high-grade mysterious physique. It seems that the quality of newcomers this year is a bit poor! "

"That's right, I remember that last year, there were three top talents in the Eucharist."

"Well, and there are quite a few who have reached the seventh level of martial arts talent."

"It is estimated that those top geniuses have been recruited by Han Yunzong and Xuanyang Palace. After all, the competition among the disciples of Wu Zong's sect is quite cruel and fierce. Many geniuses who entered Wu Zong in the past have been refined and disabled, resulting in many young geniuses this year. None of them are willing to choose Wu Zong."

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"Next person!"

Regarding the whispering in the audience, Elder Liu still didn't have too many (emotional) fluctuations.

At this moment, Han Yiquan who was standing beside Chu Hen (body shēn) suddenly stepped forward.

"Hey, I'll try it out!"

Several people were startled at first.

Qiao Xiaowan and Ye Yao laughed immediately, "Come on!"

"Must win!"

Zhao Qingcai on the side teased casually, "It's here to embarrass me again."

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Soon, Han Yiquan jumped up to the high platform steadily.

Looking at this strange face, everyone in the audience did not cast too much (enthusiastic) (emotion).

"Junior Han Yiquan!"

Simply reporting his name, Han Yiquan went straight to the first stele.

Then he raised his palm with one hand, and the condensed true energy gathered in his palm like a whirlwind.

"Om..."

When the palm of the hand was firmly pressed against the surface of the tablet, a series of gorgeous true energy instantly spread out on the stone tablet and merged into the stone pattern on it...

In an instant, the stele seemed to be shrouded in a thin layer of silver gauze.

"Ding ding ding..."

A series of crisp wine glasses collided, and from bottom to top, the gems inlaid on the surface of the stele shone brightly one after another.

From one to six.

The six gems sparkled instantly.

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Another level six talent!

The people in the audience (enthusiastic rè) (affection íng) are halved.

Qiao Xiaowan frowned lightly, shook her head and said, "The chief disciple of Jiuxiao Pavilion in Dongsheng Prefecture is only a sixth-level martial arts talent... Isn't this too bad?"

"Ding!"

As soon as the voice on this side fell, another soft sound spread.

Everyone was startled, and looked around, only to see that the seventh gem was shining with stars.

"Wow!"

There was a muffled commotion in the audience.

"Level 7 martial arts talent!"

"Finally, I saw a seventh-level one."

"awesome!"

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Looking at the seven illuminated gems, Elder Liu's face finally loosened a bit.

Han Yiquan withdrew his palm and came to the second stele.

His eyes were light, and a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Putting one palm on the stone tablet again, with a mighty aura, five gray air patterns flowed out from the five fingertips respectively...

Like a tiny horned dragon.

The five air patterns merged quickly as they wandered away, forming a faint light.

That ray of light traveled across the middle boundary of the stele, and after wandering for a short while, it headed straight for the area above the stele.

"Buzz!"

In the next second, the word 'Holy' above the stele was suddenly filled.

Everyone's heart trembled.

"It's the Eucharist!"

"Ding!"

At the same time, the first of the three gemstones surrounding the word "Holy" also shone with dazzling luxury.

Can't go wrong!

Eucharist!

Elder Liu's old-fashioned face finally showed some satisfaction, and his voice was much higher than before.

"Martial arts talent, level seven!"

"Blood boundary, low-grade holy body!"

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A commotion broke out in Feiyun City immediately.

Countless people looked at Han Yiquan with surprise and envy.

Even those city lords were touched.

For this turbulent and turbulent middle land, where geniuses are as numerous as dogs, only the holy body can occupy a place.

In just a few blinks, Han Yiquan immediately became the focus of the crowd.

Like a celebrity, he swaggered down the stage.

"Haha, how is it? Was I handsome just now?"

"Cut!" Qiao Xiaowan gave the other party a disdainful look, "Is the Eucharist so great? It's not like you're the only one who owns the Eucharist..."

"So far, it's true that I'm the only one..." Han Yiquan shrugged, then cast a sideways glance at Zhao Qingyi who was not far away, and said pretending to be frivolous, "So, don't look down on certain people."

Zhao Qingyi stared back nonchalantly.

"Hmph, what a big deal!"

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Before I finished talking here, another high-spirited commotion erupted off the court.

"Martial arts talent, level eight!"

"Oh my God!"

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Eighth-level talent?

Chu Hen, Han Yiquan, Zhao Qingcai and the others were also shocked. They all glanced over and saw a tall, thin, gorgeously dressed young (shēn) figure withdrew his palm from the stone tablet... …

"It's Yunchao!" Zhao Qingcai blurted out.

Yun Chao?

It has the same surname as Yunshan, the lord of Feiyun City!

Could it be?

Chu Hen had doubts in their hearts.

Sure enough, the people of Feiyun City below the stage all gave a lot of praise.

"Young City Lord did not disappoint us."

"Haha, the young city lord is mighty!"

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Under a burst of praise, Yun Chao walked unhurriedly to the second stele.

The powerful bloodline boundary force erupted from the body, and layers of dense and sharp white sword shadows immediately flowed outside the opponent's body.

The air on the stage seemed to be cut, and there was a sharp roar.

Then, the other party pointed at the stone tablet, and with a sound of "咻...", a wisp of white sword pattern circulated on the stone tablet. The sword pattern was like a light, without any stop, it rushed directly to the word "Holy" above it.

Eucharist!

There is no suspense.

"Ding!"

The dazzling gemstones light up, competing with the 未 (日日) in the sky above like stars.

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"Martial arts talent, level eight!"

"Blood boundary, low-grade holy body!"

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"Wow!"

The turmoil ((dang dàng) dàng) was even more violent than that caused by Han Yiquan, and there were all kinds of jubilant celebrations in the audience.

"Young City Lord is mighty!"

"Haha, only one person reached the eighth level of martial arts talent last year."

"It's probably the same this year, the Young City Lord should be the first."

"Congratulations, Young City Master."

"Congratulations, Lord City Master!"

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"Hahahaha, everyone, don't mess up the order!" The city lord Yunshan quickly stood up, raised his hands, and calmed everyone's (emotions), "The test is not over yet, it's too early to say anything now !"

"City Lord Yun is humble. The eighth-level martial arts talent is definitely among the top ranks at the moment. After (days and days), he will enter the Wuzong for further training, and he will be able to go to the next level."

Several other city lords also expressed their congratulations.

"That's right. You haven't even entered the Martial Sect yet, and you have an eighth-level talent in martial arts, and you will be able to be great in the future."

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Yun Shan waved his hands again and again, expressing his shame.

Although he said 'ashamed' on his lips, his brows were still full of unconcealable pride.

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Yun Chao on the stage also had a proud smile on his face. When he stepped off the stage, he subconsciously glanced at where Zhao Qingyi and his sister were, with a provocative look in his eyes.

"I'll go, this bastard is going to fly into the sky..."

Zhao Qingcai's cheeks were bulging, and without saying a word, he pushed Zhao Qingyi who was next to him out, "Brother, go teach this bastard how to behave."

Zhao Qingyi was speechless for a moment.

He didn't expect to be on the stage so soon, but he was pushed out by Zhao Qingcai, so he could only sigh and step up to the high stage.

However, as soon as Zhao Qingyi came on stage, the atmosphere in the audience exploded even more.

"It's the Young City Lord of Hidden Sky City!"

"Haha, there is a play to watch."

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As we all know, Zhao Xuanxiong and Yun Shan are 'old rivals'.

The two fathers have been fighting for decades, so naturally their offspring are also compared.

"Brother, come on!"

Zhao Qingcai waved his small fists in the audience, although he was a bit savage (nature), but his lively appearance was kind of cute (love ài).

Chu Hen and the others couldn't help being a little funny.

It seems that this woman is not only unfriendly to a few of them, but also to others.

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Under the eyes of everyone's anticipation, Zhao Qingyi moved by luck and poured his true energy into the stone tablet in front of him.

Together with a majestic wave of air spreading across the table, dazzling and complex runes immediately flashed on the stone tablet...

It's like star beads connected in a straight line.

Gems compete for brilliance and beauty, shining on the audience.

"Six!"

"Seven!"

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"Eight!"

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The same eighth-level martial arts talent!

The atmosphere off the court was ups and downs, and the jubilation continued.

"Another eighth-level martial arts talent, catching up with last year."

"Look at the bloodline boundary again?"

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The talent at the eighth level is comparable to that of Yun Chao, and the next step is to see if the bloodline boundary can beat the opponent.

When Zhao Qingyi walked in front of the second stele, everyone's expressions were tense, and they didn't dare to show their breath.

Accompanied by the astonishing venting of the bloodline boundaries, Zhao Qingyi stuck five fingers on the surface of the stele, and the complicated and complicated runes were activated to light up, and the five beams of cyan streamers merged into a beam of energy and went straight to the word "Holy" above. ...