Song Zhiren walked down angrily, obviously not satisfied with the results of his cultivation over the past few months.
But there is nothing that can be done about it. As a casual cultivator, the gap between martial arts and martial arts is inevitable. Being able to achieve a score of more than 60 is considered an above-average level among all casual cultivators.
"Um."
Ling Feng nodded slightly, jumped up and jumped in front of the golden test pillar.
This method of testing strength is not uncommon. Basically, when selecting disciples, many sects will use similar devices to test the warriors for further screening.
Ling Feng didn't see how he was gathering momentum, and all directions fell into the palm of his hand. He slashed out with his sword, which immediately turned into a light golden sword light and slashed fiercely. In the blink of an eye, it spanned dozens of meters and slashed at the golden giant.
On the pillar.
With a "bang" sound, the golden sword light shattered, and red light rushed from the base of the giant pillar, ten scales!
Immediately, the surrounding warriors reacted and looked at Ling Feng one by one with different expressions.
"Where did this idiot come from? He actually used a normal attack?"
"At first glance, he looks like a newbie!"
The crowd suddenly became noisy.
"Boy, come down as soon as you're done with the test, don't waste time!"
There were also some warriors who showed a solemn expression on their faces and said in a deep voice: "This person's aura is probably only at the middle level of the Human Emperor. He can actually hit the ten-scale level with a casual sword. It shows that this person's skill level is not low.
I’m afraid I’ve reached the heavenly level!”
"hiss!"
Envy flashed in the eyes of many warriors around him.
Heaven level skills are already very rare and advanced skills for casual cultivators like them.
Little did they know that what Ling Feng practiced was a holy level technique!
Song Zhiren also reminded loudly: "Young Master Ling, you need to use your martial arts skills."
Ling Feng pursed his lips, thought for a moment, activated the dragon elephant's divine power a little, swung his sword edge, and slashed out with the "Eight Directions Breaking the Mystery" move.
Song Zhiren clenched his fists and looked excited. He recognized that this was a sword that could kill the demonic snake in one blow.
Song Zhiren also wanted to know what level of power this sword had.
Ling Feng's sword was too fast, with almost no momentum. Before the warriors could react, the terrifying sword energy had already hit the golden pillar.
With a "click", the sword energy shattered, and a dazzling red light instantly rushed out from the base of the giant pillar, spurting out.
In the blink of an eye, the red light passed the fifty mark. In the blink of an eye, it passed the sixty mark. The speed dropped, but still climbed upward.
seventy!
eighty!
ninety!
The red light continued to climb unabated, and finally broke through 100!
The red light dissipated, and from the bottom of the test pillar, a purple light rose into the sky in an instant!
Purple light!
The crowd became quiet.
In the entire Holy City, there are no more than two hundred people who can hit the purple scale!
In other words, this boy who looks a little too young is actually one of the top two hundred strong men in the Holy City?
This is incredible!
The purple light flashed, climbed slightly up to the tenth mark, and finally stopped.
Ten shades of purple!
This result is already very scary.
"Gulu!"
The sound of swallowing saliva was heard endlessly.
One of the warriors who had just been shouting for Ling Feng to get down silently lowered his head, fearing that Ling Feng would remember him and settle the score later.
"This kid is too strong!"
"Damn, he must be a disciple from a large sect!"
Song Zhiren took a deep breath and murmured to himself: "With the power reaching the purple scale, no wonder it can kill that demonic snake instantly!"
Only Ling Feng shrugged slightly, obviously not satisfied with this result.
However, he had only activated the power of the Ten Dragons, and the sword skill he used was only a relatively weak move.
If he exploded with all his strength, Ling Feng believed that he would be no worse than the owner of Tianxialou.
Ling Feng looked back at Song Zhiren and asked calmly: "Brother Song, are these results enough to sign up for the selection of Yunluo Holy Land?"
"Enough, enough!"
Song Zhiren nodded hurriedly, let alone the purple scale, as long as the red scale is over 80, you can sign up.
However, participating is one thing. In the end, there are only ten places that can be selected.
Most of the people in Tianyun Holy City are over a hundred years old, and these more than a hundred years of cultivation are not just for living.
Although Ling Feng is indeed a genius, it may be difficult for him to compete with those hundreds of years old guys.
Of course, Song Zhiren did not dare to say these words. It was too late for him to curry favor with Ling Feng. How could he dare to damage Ling Feng's self-confidence.
Ling Feng nodded. Since this result was enough, there was no need for him to reveal more strength.
"How to register?"
Ling Feng walked down from the test pillar, glanced at Song Zhiren, and asked.
"This isn't complicated either."
Song Zhiren pointed to a large hall behind the square and said with a smile: "That's Tianyun Mansion, which is equivalent to a branch of Yunluo Holy Land. As long as you bring the results of the holy pillar test and pay a certain amount of yuan stones, you can
The registration was successful.”
"Um."
Ling Feng nodded. This Yunluo Holy Land is really good at making money. I'm afraid the Yuan Stones you sign up to get are enough to pay for the cost of opening the Tower of Apocalypse.
The guy who came up with this idea must be a profiteer!
…
Soon, Ling Feng and Song Zhiren arrived at Tianyun Mansion.
The Apocalypse Selection is approaching, and those who want to register have basically already successfully registered, so the queue to register is not too long.
After about six or seven people, it was Ling Feng's turn to sign up soon.
"Who wants to sign up?"
Behind the registration window, there sat a young man wearing the uniform of a Yunluo Holy Land disciple. He had an indifferent expression on his face and naturally had a feeling of being superior.
As a disciple of Yunluo Holy Land, he seemed to have a sense of superiority in front of these casual cultivators.
"it's me."
Ling Feng walked to the window and replied calmly.
"Name? Results of the Holy Pillar test?" The disciple asked very mechanically without raising his head.
"Ling Feng, ten degrees of purple."
"Ten Degrees of Purple?"
The disciple's eyelids twitched slightly. Those whose strength test reaches the purple scale can already be called masters, and they are the masters he can only look up to.
Suddenly, the disciple suddenly raised his head, and when he saw Ling Feng, his eyelids twitched slightly.
So young?
Younger and stronger than myself?
"Really, can you hit the Purple Ten Degrees?" The disciple of Yunluo Holy Land frowned with an expression of disbelief.
The aura emanating from Ling Feng's body is not too strong. He only looks like a middle-level human emperor. Can he hit the tenth degree of purple?