Yue Song arranged for Zhou You and others to live in a small courtyard and registered their information.
"Two days later, the assessment and general election will officially begin...then it should be conducted in the form of a competition."
"This time, we will find one hundred outer disciples, twenty inner disciples and two true disciples." Yue Song introduced.
"Master Yue, how many people are participating in this assessment competition?" Gao Zhou asked.
"This assessment election is the largest in the past few decades. There are currently more than 4,000 people... In two days, the number of people should surge to 5,000 or 6,000..."
"So the difficulty of this year's assessment is much higher than in previous years. You must be mentally prepared."
Yue Song gave a piece of advice.
When Gao Zhou heard this, his face turned gloomy.
This was completely different from his original idea, and he never expected that the competition would be so fierce.
available in this case.
The number of true disciples has not increased.
As a result, the difficulty of becoming a disciple of the True Tradition has been greatly increased.
However, Zhou You's face remained calm and calm.
The road of a warrior is originally a road of thorns.
If you want to fight your way out, you can only rely on your own strength and rely on some human connections, which is undoubtedly an escape.
Zhou You naturally noticed the strange expression on Gao Zhou's expression and sighed secretly in his heart.
There is a reason why this curator has never been able to break through to the Xiantian realm. He lacks the courage to fight...
Even if he becomes a true disciple this time and Gao Zhou gets a reward from the sect, Zhou You probably won't succeed in his breakthrough.
But he couldn't say this to Gao Zhou, he could only keep it in his heart.
Otherwise, it is very likely to cause the collapse of his martial arts heart.
After all, he is quite old, and his understanding of martial arts has long been fixed and deeply ingrained.
The most difficult thing for people is to change their own perceptions...it takes great wisdom and courage to do it.
But if Gao Zhou had the courage, he might have broken through to the innate realm long ago.
"You guys go in and take a rest first. I'm going to visit some old friends from the sect."
After Gao Zhou finished speaking to the people traveling around, he left the courtyard.
Looking at his back, Zhou You shook his head slightly.
In addition to traveling around, there were also three martial arts disciples following him.
One of the disciples named Wang Song was always recognized as the senior brother before Zhou You appeared.
But after Zhou Youhengkong was born, Wang Song was reduced to the second child in a thousand years.
In the beginning, he was quite dissatisfied with Zhou You and even made some provocations.
However, after Zhou You beat him up, Wang Song finally recognized the fact. From then on, he retreated when he saw Zhou You and never dared to provoke him again.
"Senior Brother Zhou, which room do you want?" Wang Song asked cautiously.
In martial arts schools, seniority is never based on first come, first served, but on who has the bigger fist.
"I want the room in the corner." Zhou You glanced casually and chose the most remote room.
After he made his selection, Wang and Song each chose their own rooms and went to rest.
It wasn't until evening that Gao Zhou came back with a disappointed face.
He met Zhou You directly.
"Because this year's competition is more intense than in previous years...the senior brothers who had promised it all said they were powerless...we can only speak with our strength."
"In other words, if you want to become a true disciple, you must fight all the way to the end and become the final winner."
Gao Zhou seemed to have aged a lot all of a sudden, and his words were a bit gloomy.
He knows that the talent for traveling is very high, but no matter how high the talent is, it still takes time to realize it.
The problem now is that there is too little time for traveling around.
It was so little that Gao Zhou felt desperate.
Without some behind-the-scenes operations, he had no hope that Zhou You could become a true disciple.
Zhou You could not become a true disciple, which basically declared that his path to innateness was cut off.
"Master, don't worry, I will get you a place as a true disciple."
Traveling around appears to be full of confidence.
"You don't know...you may not find an opponent in the county martial arts gym...but those talented warriors from the city martial arts gyms are definitely not as simple as you think."
Gao Zhou shook his head and sighed, but he quickly realized that saying this was a bit too much to undermine Zhou You's self-confidence, so he changed his words: "Of course, you may not have no chance, after all, your talent is the most exaggerated I have ever seen.
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After Gao Zhou finished speaking, he seemed a little uninterested, and Zhou You also said goodbye and left at this time.
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The next two days.
More and more martial arts disciples gathered in the Yuanchen sect, and the area around you became more and more lively.
The three of them, Wang Song and others, went out to make friends every day, and came back very drunk every night.
Gao Zhou did not give up and continued to run around the sect, hoping to get some promises so that Zhou You could become a true disciple.
Unfortunately, almost every evening I come home disappointed.
Only Zhou You huddles in his room alone, rarely taking a step out of his room except for necessary meals, drinks, and toilette.
Time soon came to the day when the assessment and general election would begin.
early morning.
The white mist still filled the mountainside, misty and misty.
Thousands of figures were looming, walking along the long stairs towards the peak of Yuanchen Sect.
Almost everyone's expression was one of anticipation and nervousness.
For most martial arts disciples here, after ten years of hard training, whether they can enter the Yuanchen Sect or not is decided today.
After all, after three years, almost all the martial arts disciples here will be over twenty-five years old and will no longer be able to participate in the assessment election.
Only traveling around seemed particularly relaxing, as if I were hiking to relax.
Even Wang Song next to him secretly admired his mentality.
But then he thought about it, with the talent of traveling, the outer disciples would not have any difficulty at all, and the inner disciples might have some hope...
As for the true disciples, Wang Song has never thought of this aspect.
Disciples in the county martial arts gym have never heard of anyone being able to become a true disciple.
There is no way, for warriors, in addition to talent, they also need various training resources and techniques.
In this regard, disciples from city martial arts schools are much better than those from county martial arts schools.
suddenly.
A loud sound like a loud bell sounded from the top of the mountain, and even the white fog was shaken away.
"The first level of assessment for the general election has officially begun."
"Only the first thousand martial arts disciples who reach the top of the mountain will be promoted, and the remaining martial arts disciples will be eliminated!"
As soon as these words came out.
The crowd instantly became excited.
"What's going on? Isn't the assessment based on martial arts? Why did this suddenly appear again?"
"Maybe there are too many people, and the sect wants to directly screen out most of them before starting the competition!"
"What are you two still talking about? Run away!!!"
moment.
Thousands of warriors burst out at their fastest speed and rushed towards the top of the mountain.