The temple is located on another high mountain, connecting the main peak by a plank road. This time, the yellow-faced monk was led by the clouds. The temple is extremely large, surrounded by green shade, and there are also stone steps and seats stacked. There is a huge raised platform in the center of the square.

At this moment, there were several wooden people of different colors and sizes on the platform, and they were arranged in succession. There were more than 20 monks standing in the audience, and Wen Tianbao was naturally among them. I don’t know what kind of third round of tests the warriors and mortals were going to participate in, but this group of monks with mediocre qualifications and even poor quality and without a backstage could only grit their teeth and participate in the third round of tests.

"Listen, these wooden locusts are divided into the fourth level of Yuan, A, B, and B. B. The Bing wood puppet is equivalent to the first level of Qi refining, the Yi wood puppet is equivalent to the third level of Qi refining, the Jia wood puppet is equivalent to the sixth level of Qi refining, and the Yuan wood puppet is equivalent to the ninth level of Qi refining. I don't need to think about the Yuan wood puppets. I will give you more points in the evaluation by defeating the Jia wood puppets." The yellow-faced monk said expressionlessly.

All three rounds of tests have evaluations. The sects choose the best ones according to comprehensive evaluation and enter the inner sect to cultivate. Wen Tianbao's spiritual roots are very poor and his heart is also poor, which seriously affects the evaluation. However, if he defeats the Jiamu puppet, he still has the opportunity to enter the inner sect. He is quite confident in his own magical attainments.

Earlier, he bravely fought against the tree spirit, killed the old Taoist, and had the blessing of precious jade spiritual power, magic weapon flying swords, seven tokens, mastered several magic techniques, and had a healing ring. Logically speaking, his wealth could be equivalent to those of the top immortal cultivators.

Thinking of this, Wen Tianbao felt very at ease.

"Okay, stand up, I'll chant names one by one. You can choose the level of the puppet by yourself. However, I would like to advise you not to be arrogant or choose according to your cultivation level. Don't cause damage to it." After the yellow-faced monk said that, he took out a jade slip and recited: "Wang Zhengfeng."

"Here." A middle-aged casual cultivator stood up, probably in the third level of Qi refining. He seemed very cautious and wandered back and forth in front of the puppet for a while before pointing at the Yimu puppet.

At this time, two disciples of the Danding Sect on the side walked behind the Yimu puppet, took out a clear crystal stone, and placed it behind the puppet. Everyone could tell at a glance that this was a spirit stone. Spirit stones are extremely scarce in the world. Generally, even a high-level immortal cultivation family could not take out a few pieces. Not to mention providing energy to the puppet, it was very precious to provide oneself with cultivation. Wen Tianbao only saw a spirit stone at home, which was brought by his cousin after joining the Tianyi Sword Sect.

"Buzz buzz buzz" a series of slight sounds sounded, and the light flashed in the hole of the puppet's eyes, and then slowly moved slowly. Seeing this just now, the middle-aged man named Wang looked overjoyed, thinking that the tall puppet was slow and had a look of appearance. At first, he didn't use any magic weapon. He moved his mouth, his fingers gathered together, and a bunch of yellow light the size of a fist was squirted out, and he steadily hit the Yimu puppet.

This Yi Wood puppet was actually nothing but seemed to be angry. Its originally slow body suddenly became swift. It took a few steps, and its heavy fist, carrying the gale wind, came in angrily.

The middle-aged man named Wang was shocked and said magic tricks in his mouth. He rang his feet and then flashed a blow. But in the face of such a heavy fist wind, he almost fell. At this time, with his agile figure, he started to deal with the Yimu puppet and wanted to move behind the puppet, but the puppet kept pressing forward. He kept reciting the spell, his fingers trembled, and the yellow light kept hitting Yimu puppet like a barrage. At several critical moments, he also used a magic weapon dart and hit the puppet. Not only did it work, but a rift appeared.

In just a moment, the middle-aged man, Wang was exhausted too much and his breath became chaotic. Seeing that the Yi Wood Puppet punched out again, and was about to hit his head. At this time, the yellow-faced monk bounced his fingers and a round object flew out, hitting a part of the back of the Yi Wood Puppet. The Yi Wood Puppet's body suddenly shook, and the spirit stone in the center of the back was actually shaken out. The Yi Wood Puppet's fist stopped three inches above the head of the man named Wang, which scared the man named Wang to sweat heavily.

"Wang Zhengfeng, defeated, no score." The yellow-faced monk waved his hand and said, "Next."

When everyone saw that the middle-aged man named Wang, who had a third level of cultivation, could not deal with puppets of the same level, they all felt a terrified. Next, several people chose Bingmu puppets with lower cultivation than theirs. Bingmu puppets were obviously slower than Yimu puppets, but their bodies were still hard and they needed to find a way to shoot down the spirit stones.

However, the next few people, including He Ziche, Zhou Ying, Fang Ma Nian, and Tian Zhen, all had the cultivation level of about the third level of Qi refining. They had the lessons of the previous generation of Wang's middle-aged chariot. They all tried to win in a steady manner, eliminated two in three steps, and successfully removed the spirit stones of the Bingmu puppet.

There was also a person with strong cultivation in the middle, who had reached the fifth level of Qi Refining. He didn't urge him to choose Yi Wood Puppet. After a while, he found an opportunity to use a hammer-shaped magic weapon to directly shake Yi Wood Puppet out of the field, which was also a victory.

"Fang Jinyuan." Wen Tianbao heard this name and knew that it was his turn.

When everyone thought he would choose the Bingmu puppet, Wen Tianbao unexpectedly stood in front of the Yimu puppet, which surprised everyone. "Brother Fang, you are young and have the cultivation level of the third level of Qi Refining, don't be too arrogant. Losing is not worth the loss." The voices of Tian Zhen and others came from behind.

"It's okay, I'm still sure." Wen Tianbao clenched his fists and said.

"Little brother, are you sure you choose to challenge this Yimu puppet?" The yellow-faced monk disagreed and dissuaded.

"I have decided. Since I am here, I should challenge it, regardless of success or failure." Wen Tianbao said calmly. After hearing this, the yellow-faced monk flashed his eyes and nodded in agreement.

Soon, the Yi Wood Puppet was activated, with heavy and fast steps. He gave Wen Tianbao a powerful force, and his fist was like a millstone, and the tiger was full of wind. Wen Tianbao hurriedly recited the spell and used the speed movement technique. When his feet slipped, he walked down the fist like ice skating, and moved to the side of the Yi Wood Puppet. The Yi Wood Puppet had a fruitless punch, and then bowed and swept it. Wen Tianbao was shocked. Although he had seen several previous battles against the Yi Wood Puppet and vaguely found some routines, he realized that the Yi Wood Puppet was not so easy to deal with.

Seeing his fist sweeping across, he hurriedly took out a few and avoided it, but he didn't want the other fist of the puppet to come in conjunction with each other. Fortunately, Wen Tianbao had some experience. When he fought with the tree spirit branches, he flashed keenly. Now, the puppet was obviously slower than the tree spirit branches. His waist twisted and barely flashed, and Ling Liegang Feng lifted his robe and danced.

While dodging, Wen Tianbao's mouth kept spelling, Baoyu's spiritual power was stimulated, and he shouted suddenly: "Out!" The cloth bag behind him tore apart, and a green flying sword soared into the sky, turning in the air, stabbed behind the puppet.

This set of coherent and pure moves surprised everyone. "Can the third level of Qi refining control the flying sword so smoothly?" The yellow-faced monk was also very surprised.

Seeing that the flying sword was about to stab the spirit stone behind the puppet, the puppet moved suddenly, and the body shook, and a loud sound of the flying sword stabbed its back. "This puppet is so powerful." Wen Tianbao's face turned cold and he triggered the flying sword to circle again. At this time, the puppet's fist hit his head.

The yellow-faced monks were all ready to rescue them.

At this critical moment, Wen Tianbao activated again and his head began to hurt. The cloth bag on his waist suddenly opened, and seven tokens rushed out, arranged in rows. With the help of the jade spiritual power, a golden light burst out, colliding with the puppet's fist. The puppet's fist did not diminish, and it directly shattered one by one with the token. But in this moment of buffering, Wen Tianbao escaped from the critical moment of life and death. He rolled hard and flipped behind the puppet's legs.

Wen Tianbao used the powerful technique, and while jumping up quickly, he smashed the spirit stone behind the puppet. As Wen Tianbao expected, the puppet reacted quickly, immediately turned around to avoid his fist, raised his right foot and was about to step on it. At the same time, his right hand, which was pinching his fingers, had already triggered the flying sword to stab the spirit stone from the air, stabbing the spirit stone steadily. With stirring and pulling, the flying sword pointed to the spirit stone and floated out.

The Yimu puppet lost the supply of spirit stones and raised his right foot again. He was unstable and fell to the ground.

"Okay!" Tian Zhen's group of people shouted in surprise, and the people around him were all staring wide, and they were extremely surprised. A cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining actually defeated the puppet of the same level!

I heard the yellow-faced monk say, "Fang Jinyuan, defeat the puppet of the same level, with full marks!"

At this moment, Wen Tianbao was a little exhausted and was very exhausted. He activated two magic weapons in a row, so naturally he walked down from the stage. Tian Zhen, He Ziche and others surrounded him.

"I didn't expect Brother Fang's cultivation to be so strong that the third level of Qi Refining can actually control two magic weapons at the same time. One of them is a flying sword. Ordinary cultivators can control flying sword-like magic weapons at the fifth level of Qi Refining." Tian Zhen said in surprise. Wen Tianbao did not make any excuses, but just smiled.

"Yes, I thought it would be very difficult for Brother Fang to enter the inner sect. This time I got a full score, and it seems that there is still hope to enter the inner sect. The three of us may be the same brothers at that time." Ma Nian, like Tian Zhen, has a good heart of Taoism. Although the spiritual roots are slightly worse, they are better than Wen Tianbao. Even if the score for defeating the puppet is not high, there is still hope. The comprehensive score should be high.

"Oh, we two are pale in comparison." He Ziche glanced at Zhou Ying and shook his head helplessly.

"It doesn't matter. Even if you can't enter the inner sect, your cultivation level can still make a good position in the outer sect. If you do well in the future, you will still have the chance to enter the inner sect. There is no need to underestimate yourself." Ma Nian said.

After a while, the third round of tests was found. Some people were dejected, while others were full of energy. Among them, there was a hidden master who actually had the eighth level of Qi Refining cultivation, which shocked the four people. He challenged the Jiamu Puppet at the moment, but he succeeded. Seeing his magic and methods, the yellow-faced monks all changed their faces.

"Your achievements have been recorded, and the uncles in the Personnel Hall will be given one or two later." The yellow-faced monk looked at everyone and said, "I will arrange for you to rest in the backyard there later."
Chapter completed!