King of Gods

The brief change of look on Zhao Feng’s face was captured by Liu Yueer. The indifferent look obviously did not put the genius on the scene.

Even if it is the gaze of the martial arts, it is still the same, even a little disdain.

Humph!

Liu Yueer’s eyebrows glimpsed, and he snorted, and the disappointment of flashing in the show was undisguised.

The geniuses present are very young. Any one of them, in the original forces, is the pride of the sky, confident and full.

Zhao Feng discovered that Liu Yueer’s hostility was dissatisfied, and he realized that he had just “disordered”.

This time I entered the Zongmen. In the eyes of the people, he only regarded Beimo as a real opponent. Others really did not look at it.

"Guang Yu Hou, what is the talent of your disciple, what level of spirituality?"

Cang Tiehou has a tone of temptation.

The object he asked was Zhao Feng.

As soon as this statement came out, Nan Gongfan’s mouth could not help but sneer.

Hiroyuki Hou Yi, immediately shook his head: "It's just a very general talent."

For Zhao Feng's qualifications, he is not willing to mention more.

However, this is even more curious for Cang Tiehou and Liu Yueer.

"Oh, I don't believe in his talent, I can beat me."

Liu Yueer's pretty face, with a trace of transcendental confidence.

Late night moments.

At the entrance to the mountain road, all the young geniuses, whispered and whispered.

Due to the Zongmen assessment, it is necessary to wait until tomorrow morning, everyone is waiting at the entrance of the mountain road.

It will take a few hours to wait for a long night.

Occasionally, one or two teenagers, a word of disagreement, arrogant.

"Xiao Wei! Hugh to be crazy, don't think that you are promoted to the martial arts, you can despise me."

There is a voice of dispute not far away.

When everyone looked at it, they saw a black-haired boy with a martial art and a conflict with several other geniuses.

The black boy is "Xiao Yu", the only super genius on the field.

"A group of rabble!"

Xiao Yu faced several teenagers with seven heavy and eight martial arts, and their eyes were cold and indifferent.

The martial arts nine heavy atmosphere, a strong gas field pressure.

The teenagers who confronted him were stagnation of blood and poor breathing.

"Afraid of what, let's go together!"

Two of the martial arts and eight-year-old boy, one left and one right, rushed to Xiao Yu.

Suddenly, three teenagers fought in a group.

Everyone who is present at the scene, each of them cultivates a wise martial arts, and his strength is in the same stage.

The two eight-year-old boy, the strength of the joint, is enough to compete with the general martial arts nine, can not be underestimated.

But that "Xiao Yu" is not a good person, practicing a sacred body and a sacred attack martial arts. In a few rounds, the other two teenagers were beaten without any help.

"Xiao Yu's strength is close to the North ink before leaving."

Zhao Feng assessed in his heart.

Bei Mo has left for twenty days, when the strength is half a step.

Today, he joined Zongmen and became a disciple. I don’t know how it happened.

"This Xiao Yu, from the largest hidden family in Xiangyun State, 'Xiao Jia'. This family, passed down for thousands of years, is rich in strength, and is much stronger than one county."

Hirose Hou low voice.

For the first time, Zhao Feng heard that there is such a powerful force in Xiangyun, which is even stronger than Guangling County.

But even if it is such a hidden family, we must also try to set up a law to send the family genius into the Zongmen and enter the vast and vast Zongmen world.

thump! thump!

Soon, Xiao Yu beat the two eight-year-old boy.

"Ha ha ha ... this sect assessment, the first place belongs to me!"

Xiao Yu smiled.

Fight for the first place?

His words came out, causing hostility to some of the top geniuses on the field, including Liu Yueer, Yunxiang Dream Princess and other geniuses.

Xiaoyuezong's entry assessment, adopting a ranking system.

According to Zhao Feng, there are three levels of entry assessment.

Each level has a master score.

Finally, a ranking is listed in conjunction with the combined scores of the three levels.

For example, Xiaoyuezong only recruits 20 disciples, so only the top 20 geniuses are recorded.

Correspondingly, the higher the ranking, the greater the advantage after entering the Zongmen. It is likely to be seen by a middle and high level of Zongmen and reused.

These details, Guang Yu Hou once mentioned to Zhao Feng three people.

Now, Xiao Yu’s goal is to point to the first place, which makes many teenagers dissatisfied.

Of course, no one is going to challenge Xiao Yu.

Because of the revision, Xiao Yu is indeed the first to be present, and the strength is estimated to be the first. No one can shake.

The problem is that the entrance examination of Zongmen has many aspects such as talent, strength and savvy.

Among them, talent accounted for the highest proportion, reaching 60%.

In other words, the strongest strength does not mean you can win the first place.

"Hey! Zongmen assessment, talent is king."

"Yes! How strong is the strength, lack of talent, sooner or later will be surpassed."

Some juvenile geniuses are not convinced, but they are not challenged.

The entry assessment is about comprehensive results, which are more emphasis on talent.

For the younger generations, the older generation of strong people, smiled, not very concerned.

"Xiao Yu, Yun Xiang Meng, Liu Yueer, Kong Yuanzhang..."

Zhao Feng's gaze, pay attention to some outstanding young talents present.

Among them, the highest one is Xiao Yu.

Secondly, Yunxiang Dream and Liu Yueer, as women, are beautiful and superhuman.

Finally, there is also a "Kong Yuan 昊".

The reason why Zhao Feng noticed this person was because the other party was only 13 or four years old, and he was even younger than himself.

Kong Yuanzhang has a doll, it is very white, and it is shorter than other teenagers.

From this young boy, Zhao Feng felt a similar smell of northern ink.

It seems that Zhao Feng’s gaze was sensed, and Kong Yuanzhang suddenly looked at him, and the two men looked at each other.

Kong Yuan blinked his eyes and smiled at him, innocent and innocent.

Time is slowly moving.

After a few hours, the sky was far away, showing a hint of brilliance.

At dawn, everyone saw the long-lost sunrise, the faint glow of the sun, projected into the fog of the opposite "Tianyue Mountain", reflecting the blurred Yinxia.

The sun rises and the outline of Tianyue Mountain is faintly visible.

But there is a strange mist around the mountains, and it is difficult for the naked eye to see the situation in the mountains.

Zhao Feng is an exception. The left eye shrinks and the eyes become sharp. It seems that there is a hole in the force and gaze at the situation in the fog.

In the looming, Zhao Feng saw a scene that was isolated from the world: between the fog, there were creeks, lakes, and even plain fields on the hills, planted with some strange flowers and plants.

On the lush green hills, there are towers and pavilions, the more central, the more luxurious.

When the left eye is pushed to the limit, Zhao Feng sees a dark blue temple floating in the air, surrounded by a thick layer of thumb-colored cyan electric mans, Xuanqi majestic, exudes an ancient desolate atmosphere...

"What is that! The whole hall is floating in the air and dancing with the rain and fog."

Zhao Feng is shocked.

A scene in the sectarian world is filled with a strange mood and pattern, different from the outside world.

Especially the floating hall, dancing with the electric rain and fog, gives people the illusion of being in the mythical era.

Zhao Feng is hard to calm down, feeling the frequent beats from the left eye, seems to produce some kind of induction.

However, he is also not good to ask other people.

Because the temple is far apart, and in the fog, blocked by a mysterious force, outside the mountain gate, even if it is the strongest of the sacred places, can not see.

Hey!

A bright white light rises on the other end of the cliff.

Zhao Feng’s left eye, at the end of Lushan Road, a stone gate weighing 10,000 pounds, flowing a trace of white awning, intertwined with the surrounding mist, slowly rising.

"The mountain gate is open!"

I don’t know who’s in the crowd, and I’m cheering.

Teng! Teng! Teng...

Some figures, flying fast on the "U"-shaped bluestone mountain road.

“The entry assessment is about to begin.”

Hirose Hou reminded three disciples to take the lead and lead the way.

After walking through the steep bluestone mountain road, everyone arrived in front of the Wanjin Stone Gate.

This Shimen is the gate of Xiaoyuezong.

At the entrance to the mountain gate, there were four young guards, and a powerful and shocking atmosphere was radiated from the body, which was enough to make the martial arts nine-hearted and uneasy.

Zhao Feng opened his left eye and found that the strength of the four young people, and the sacred places such as Guang Yu Hou, are not divided.

The cultivation of Guangshou Hou is a double-day, and the four gatekeepers are roughly equal.

In the country outside, this is the giant figure who has come to force in the sky. However, in the Zongmen, they are only guarding the mountain guards.

Guanghao Hou and other older generations of strong people have taken out a special token from their bodies and passed them one by one.

"See the deacon of the hill!"

At the entrance of the mountain gate, there was another group of members of the sect. There were actually more than a dozen people who radiated a strong suffocating breath.

These members of the sects are dressed in uniform black-striped green shirts, and the ones who are the best in the world are the sacred strongmen in the eyes of the outside world.

For the first one, a middle-aged person who looks good and blessed is the "clear deacon" of everyone respectful salute.

"I have seen the deacon of the hill!"

Hirose and other people, have come forward, and respectfully bowed.

The following geniuses, dare not take it lightly and follow the ceremony.

Zhao Feng felt that the "Qian Deacon" had a deep breath and did not leak at all.

His left eye, a little open for a moment, felt the strength of the other side of the body, so that his blood trembled, the left eye also frequently beat, uneasy.

"The strength of this 'Qiu Deacon' is probably several times stronger than that of the Master. It can kill the general sacred strongs."

Zhao Feng’s heart trembled, and the moment when the left eye opened, he reached a conclusion, and did not dare to look at it, worried that he was perceived by the other side.

"Everyone, come with me."

The gaze of the deacon's deacon, a glimpse of the presence of everyone, it is a kind of indifference overlooking the ants.

After a while, a group of people came to a tall stone platform.

On the stone platform, there is a crystal cylinder of up to ten feet, which is half a meter in diameter and glitters in the sunlight.

“The first level is ‘Lingtianzhu’ and everyone receives the number plate.”

Mr. Qiu told the people below to let each elder, with a teenager, go forward to register, enter their basic information, and receive the corresponding number plate.

"Zhao Feng, No. 49."

"Yang Qingshan, No. 50."

......

When I received the number plate, Zhao Feng found around the stone platform and came to see some of the lively Zongmen members.

Among them, a handsome young man with a black-striped green shirt, looking at the face with a smile, smiled and looked at Guanghou Hou: "Xu Ran Shishu, we met again."

Yang Qingshan, two people, look at the side, suddenly exposed hostile and alert.

This handsome young man is the uninvited guest who broke into the Guangling House that day and took away the North Ink.