Chapter Two Hundred and Seventy Seventh Bleak

Next, people kept walking up.

Here, Ye Chen glanced at the Dragon Soul Monument and set his eyes on Yang Dingtian, "Master, does this Dragon Soul Monument test not look at cultivation and talent?"

"Cultivation and talent are not important." Yang Dingtian gently stroked and explained, "The ancient dragon soul of Taixu is very strange. If you want to achieve a high degree of compatibility with him, it depends on many factors. one of them."

"Why do I feel that the ancient dragon soul is teasing us?" Ye Chen touched his chin.

"It's up to people!"

"Haha!" While the two were talking, a wolf howl came from the altar, and upon closer inspection it was Xiong Er's lump.

This guy is really a living treasure. He walked up to it in a good manner, but before he was leaving, he gave a sudden wolf howl, which shocked Yang Dingtian and the others.

"You must give me 100%, or I will smash you." Xiong Er didn't notice the blackened faces of many people. He was shameless and shouted at the Dragon Soul Monument.

After shouting aloud, this fellow stretched out his chubby little hand and placed it on the Dragon Soul Monument.

Ye Chen and Liu Yi looked at each other, wanting to see how much this product could sell.

However, after Xiong Er put his hand on the Dragon Soul Monument, the Dragon Soul Monument didn't respond at all, and still stood there quietly, as if nothing happened.

"It doesn't count this time." Xiong Er coughed dryly, then hooted again, and put his chubby little hand on the Dragon Soul Monument.

However, after one second, two seconds and three seconds until more than ten seconds passed, the Dragon Soul Monument still did not respond.

"It's too late, I don't give you face like this." Xiong Er scolded secretly, and wanted to try again.

"That funny guy, you can come down." Below, came the voice of Situ Nan yelling.

"get out."

"Go on!" Seeing Xiong Er wasted a lot of time, Yang Dingtian said in a deep voice, he didn't have time to waste time with this little chubby duner.

"You can't blame me." After the headmaster had spoken, Xiong Er naturally would not feel uncomfortable any more, and jumped off the altar in a sullen manner. He even threatened and intimidated. .

When they returned to the crowd, Situ Nan, Xie Yun, and Huo Teng were amused and looked at Xiong Er earnestly.

"roll....!"

"The fit is 10%, the next one." While the three of them were talking, Yang Dingtian was still announcing in an orderly manner, and his face was not very good-looking. New 81 Chinese website updates the fastest mobile terminal: https:/

It's not that he is like this, it's just because there are hundreds of people on the board, and none of them have a degree of fit that exceeds 20%. This means that if the test is finalized, the person with the highest degree of fit is only 20%, that is, the host.

With a 20% degree of fit, that disciple can only be the host for about two hundred years, which means his lifespan is only two hundred years.

Therefore, after two hundred years, the host will be killed by backlash. This is a huge loss for a sect. It must be known that after the death of the previous host, Hengyue Sect still has another host.

On the other side, Liu Yi had already walked up, but only 20% of the time.

Next, dozens or hundreds of disciples took turns to go up, and only Qi Yang gave a 20% fit. People like Kong Cao, Jiang Yang, Zuo Qiuming, Zishan, and Jiang Hao were basically all 10%. .

This time, Ye Chen's face was much more ugly. With so many people going up, the highest one was only 20%.

This is not a good sign.

Thinking to himself, he raised his feet slightly and slowly walked up to the altar.

At this point, Taixu Gulong, who was sealed on the other side of the stone gate, slowly opened his eyes, and glanced at Ye Chen silently, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, "There are actually six immortal eyes, but, I Not interested in you."

Speaking, Taixu Gulong's eyes swayed and swept to another direction in the underground palace, his eyes fixed on one of those disciples, "I prefer the devil's heart to the six-path fairy."

Here, Ye Chen had already stopped in front of the Dragon Soul Monument, first took a deep breath, then stretched out his palm and gently pressed it against the Dragon Soul Monument.

At this moment, everyone's eyes are focused, wanting to see if the most amazing disciple of Sect Master Hengyue can come out with a degree of fit, even Yang Dingtian is staring at the Dragon Soul Stele, hoping that Ye Chen will be this Disciple, create a miracle again.

hum! hum! hum!

However, the Dragon Soul Stele only buzzed three times before falling into silence, showing an ancient "three" character on it.

"Even Ye Chen is only 30%?" Yang Dingtian's brows suddenly wrinkled, and even the most amazing disciple of Hengyuezong's fit was only 30%, which was lower than he thought.

"I don't have such a bad luck!" Glancing at the numbers on the Dragon Soul Monument, Ye Chen frowned slightly and walked down the altar slowly.

"Unexpectedly." In my mind, the ethereal voice of Taixu Gulong Gulong sounded, "You must know that your Hengyue Sect's generation of hosts with the highest degree of compatibility is only 50%, and you can drive 30%, which is not bad."

"I am so exhausted that I want to live for a thousand years? What's the matter with these three hundred years." Ye Chen rubbed his brows fiercely.

"Unfortunate child."

"Fitness, 10%." When the two were talking, Yang Dingtian's voice sounded again. It was Ye Ruxue who offered 10% of the match. Although she was not low in talent, Ye Chen only offered 30%. They were not surprised either.

The next test was much bleak. The degree of fit was basically 10%, and some disciples didn't even open 10%, so that most of the people passed, and the highest degree of fit was only 30% of Ye Chen.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Xu is that everyone's eyes are fixed on the dragon soul tablet on the altar, as if they had never noticed that Yin Zhiping in the corner of the crowd looked a little strange. From time to time, he would look left and right, as if he was looking for something.

"Brother Yin, what's wrong with you?" a disciple asked in surprise.

"Have you noticed that someone is staring at us?" Yin Zhiping asked as he looked at the disciple.

"No... no!"

"Could it be that my perception was wrong?" Yin Zhiping murmured.

"If the fit is 10% or less, the outer hall will wait." Here, Yang Dingtian has already spoken.

Hearing that, those who had a 10% fit all withdrew from the underground palace.

And Situ Nan and the others did not forget to look at Ye Chen worriedly before leaving. If there were no accidents, Ye Chen would be the host of this term. If there were no accidents, Ye Chen could only live for three hundred years. First launch https:// https://

"Hope God bless him."

"Come out, come out." When Situ Nan and the others came out, Xu Fu and Daoxuan surrounded them one after another, "What's going on inside, who is the one with the highest degree of fit, and how many percent of the charge."

"As of now, the one with the highest degree of fit is Ye Chen, 30%."

"Three... three percent?"

"Thirty percent." Hearing this number, Chu Xuan'er trembled, and her face instantly paled.