There have been many amazing and stunning figures in the Newcomers List of the Jiujian Forum.

And starting today, there is one more person on the list.

This person's name is Heiyuan.

His seven-dimensional value was only 1,755 points in the initial test, but he completed a counterattack of 1,100 points.

"Hei Yuan, with a seven-dimensional score of 2855 points, ranked 422nd on the rookie list."

This ranking is very impressive, just behind Black Owl’s 421st place.

As soon as Heiyuan's results came out, the whole audience was in an uproar.

Some were happy and excited, while others were unconvinced and doubtful.

"My brother is so awesome. You all looked down on him before, but now you have nothing to say!" The fat man beamed with joy. His good brother broke into the top 500 newcomers, and he was even more happy than eating the delicious food himself.

Several members of the mystery-hunting team were also overjoyed.

Su Lingtu first congratulated the fourth brother, and then looked at the second sister Shui Danzhi with a somewhat remorseful expression.

Youyou said: "It's because I'm not strong enough. In order to protect me, my second sister was scratched by a zombie and quit the game early."

She knew that if she wasn't protected, Shui Danzhi's ability would definitely last until the end of the dungeon. The seventh-dimensional value could still rise a little more.

This was not the first time Tutu had entered a virtual battlefield instance, but it was the fastest time she died. No matter what, she felt that she was not high enough to match Heiyuan and the others.

Self-blame and inferiority complex gradually spread in my heart.

"Tutu, don't think too much. Strength is accumulated slowly. Ask Boss Qu, how long did it take for him to achieve what he is today?"

Boss Qu, Qu Zhongzhi, is the young master of Luo Yin Pavilion, and his current position is the result of twenty years of hard work.

"Tutu, you are already very good. What were you like before you met us? What are you like now? Isn't it a great improvement?"

Tutu wanted to retort, but also felt that she was too strong and compared her progress with her second sister and fourth brother. After thinking about it, she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

...Yes, how can I compare myself to Hei Yuan? I am neither from the Nine Prisons nor do I belong to the Black Clan. He is the beloved son of heaven who fell into the mortal world. I am nothing more than dust and dirt...

Su Lingtu looked at the stern-looking man in the focus, feeling empty in his heart.

...Oh, I am really getting further and further away from him...

...Originally, I thought that becoming a vassal of the Searching Team and becoming one of them would bring me closer to him, but I didn’t want to become further and further away...

The woman's thoughts were heavy. She could feel the warmth of the second sister, sixth sister and Boss Qu's persuasion, but she was still immersed in the feeling of inferiority and couldn't extricate herself.

The chatter in the crowd became louder and louder, and everyone's focus was on the son of the traitor. No one paid any attention to the worried Su Lingtu in the team.

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"I don't believe that a son of a traitor can achieve such results."

"We don't believe it."

"We don't believe it."

Amid the questioning, the leader of the examination hall, Chong Lao, coughed heavily and said in a solemn voice: "Who questions the examination hall? Come forward, I will give you a chance to make reasonable doubts today."

As soon as these words came out, most of the dissatisfied people were scared away.

There are still a few guys who are not afraid of causing trouble and stand up despite the pressure.

Among them are Jin Jie, Jiang Lan and others.

Jiang Lan asked the hall leader Hei Chong with a gloomy face: "Mr. Chong, it's not that we don't trust the judgment of the Kao Hall and the twelve hall masters, it's just because Heiyuan's identity as a cultivator is too strange."

"If I remember correctly, he is the son of someone who rebelled against the clan 25 years ago. There are regulations in the Black clan that any descendant who is expelled from the clan will not be allowed to practice the clan's ancient martial arts, techniques, or enjoy the clan's resources."

"Hei Yuan and I have had many duels in the dungeon, and I am very sure that his cultivation level is not ordinary at all."

"If no one taught him ancient martial arts, how could he win the final victory in this dungeon? Pass the one-step test? Easily deal with the ultimate boss in the hell-level dungeon?"

Jiang Lan was a sinister and vicious person, and was disliked by many people. However, these words were spoken resoundingly, and won many people's attention and approval.

Not only Jin Jie, Jiang Lan and other players from the enemy camp were puzzled, but many of the Nine Supervisors who were watching the matter in front of the forum also felt strange.

These people think that like Su Lingtu, like so many people who died in various accidents and died at the claws of zombies as soon as they entered the dungeon, being eliminated early like that should be the end of Black Abyss. Instead of the amazing talents who have soared by 1100 points today.

Jin Jie added in a cold voice: "We suspect that Hei Yuan is a high-level monk."

The words of the high-ranking monk made everyone present take a breath.

Since the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors and the Xia and Shang dynasties, the earth's spiritual energy has been lacking. Entering the Age of Ending Law, the number of cultivators has dropped sharply. Among the nine prisons, only a few people from the main line practice ancient martial arts. It seems that the entire Black clan has talents and those who can stand out.

Very few.

The Black people have unique cultivation talents and resources.

This is also the reason why the Black Clan has stood at the head of the Nine Prisons for thousands of years.

Among the Nine Prisons, practitioners who absorb spiritual energy and temper their bodies with spiritual energy are called monks.

Monks are divided into levels, and ordinary people like Su Lingtu who enter this world for the first time are called beginners. Such beginners are only a few points stronger than ordinary people, with no more than twice the strength at most, and most of them are outside the newcomer list.

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The ones who are more powerful than Su Lingtu are the low-level monks. Most of the Black people are stuck in the low-level for their entire lives and cannot make any progress.

This state can be called true spiritual practice.

Once listed as a high-level cultivator, he can at least be ranked in the top 500 on the newcomer list, just like Hei Yuan, who directly rushed to 422nd, only one place lower than Hei Xiao.

That's because his score in diplomacy is too low. He only scored 285 out of 500, which makes him appear to be on the same level as the Black Owls.

What comes after the high level is known only to the elders of the Black Clan and above. Ordinary spiritual practitioners are not easily exposed to combat at that level.

The crowd was talking louder.

The examiner's face was solemn and solemn. Today, he did not immediately come out to stop everyone's discussion, but allowed the discussion to rage.

At this time, more than ten people shouted, asking Heiyuan what his spiritual problems were, whether his master, Mr. Heijiu, knew about it, whether he violated the rules of the Hei clan and taught Heiyuan's skills privately, and many other questions.

After a long time, the discussion gradually died down. It was not that these people gave up, but that they were waiting for a satisfactory answer from the Black Clan Elders Group.

"Quiet!" After another long while, Mr. Chong stood on the stage where everyone could see and waved to Hei Yuan in the crowd.

All eyes were focused on the cold-faced young man, with varying degrees of panic.

Feeling the oncoming doubts, ridicules and gloating, Heiyuan stood as straight as a nail, with his right hand behind his back tightly clenched into a fist. Before he came up, the senior brother whispered a few words to him, and he calmed down a little.

"Heiyuan, your overall strength in the dungeon is known to everyone in the Hei clan, including many of the Nine Supervisors who are watching the live broadcast on the forum. Do you have any explanation for your skills?"

Chong Lao's tone seemed serious, but there was a hint of help in every aspect.

When Jiang Lan and others saw this, they felt even more unhappy and encouraged the people around them to make a fuss.

"Can't you tell? It must have been taught privately by Heijiu."

"Let Heijiu come out and explain."

"Please ask the head of the execution hall to bring the person to the execution hall for questioning."

The following words became more and more outrageous, and the more he said them, the more he was criticized. Seeing the anger among the people, Heiyuan's expression became more solemn.

His martial arts were all taught by his senior brother, and his cultivation was not on earth, but he couldn't explain all this.

After thinking for a while, Heiyuan raised his head and said calmly: "I did practice some skills, but these skills have nothing to do with Grandpa Jiu."

"Don't listen to his nonsense. Who doesn't know that he was adopted by Heijiu from a young age and grew up in Blue City? If it wasn't Heijiu who taught him privately, who would that be?"

"Not to mention the Nine Prisons, even the Black Clan, who has such great ability to cultivate a high-level cultivator?"

"Yes, we don't believe his lies, please ask the Master of the Punishment Hall."

In the Hei clan, clan members who make mistakes will be invited to the execution hall to drink tea. Those who enter will suffer from skin peeling at the least, and death at worst.

In the minds of most people present, Heiyuan's identity as a high-level cultivator can only come from one person, Heijiu's teacher, Heijiu.

Any Hei clan member would be enshrined on the altar if he had such fighting prowess, but Hei Yuan was not good at it. His identity was embarrassing, and he was also burdened with the reputation of being the son of a traitor. No one would believe his explanation.

His combat power is not that of a beginner, not a low-level one, but a high-level one.

What is the concept of high-level? It is an existence that can impact the teachers of the Hei family. How could Heiyuan, the son of a traitor who had just returned to the Hei clan to take the nine exams, have such a high level of cultivation?

Thinking of this, some people raised questions.

"I think he had problems during the Iron Chain Bridge trial, so I'd better ask the prison guard to take him to the prison hall as a guest."

"Yes, it is so easy for this person to pass the test. He is not just a high-level cultivator. There may be some rare treasure hidden in him. It must have been given to him by Heijiu."

The more people talk, the louder they become, and their brains are getting louder.

Put many unfounded charges on Heiyuan.

Looking at the angry crowd, Heiyuan's fists clenched tighter behind him.

Elder Chong remained silent on the side, and Heiyuan could not figure out what the warden was thinking in his mind.

There are voices of opposition, and there are also people who absolutely support Heiyuan.

Behind the crowd, a lonely figure spoke slowly. His voice was not loud, but there was a sense of tacit understanding that made Hei Yuan feel at ease.

"How do you judge that Hei Yuan is a high-level cultivator? Are you just relying on your guesses?"
To be continued...