Guo Zishan grabbed Xuanhuang and rushed to the front yard.
The huge square was crowded with people, and they were already packed with Kunlun disciples. They were lined up in rows, all wearing white shirts and wearing long swords, standing in the wind.
The number of people may not be 100,000, but there are 80,000.
At first glance, Xuanhuang looks like a spectacular scene in a movie.
If it could be photographed from the air, it would be that on the towering mountain peaks shrouded in clouds and mist, countless boys and girls are arrayed in front, looking heroic.
It turns out that there are so many disciples of Kunlun. These are students who have been recruited over the years. Those who fail the assessment have to continue taking the exam every year. There is only one assessment opportunity every year, so there are still many students who have not officially joined the Kunlun Sword Controlling Sect.
Xuanhuang thought to himself that this is similar to temporary workers and regular workers. Those who join the seven sects of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple are considered regular workers. Students who have not joined, like her, are temporary workers. If they don't learn well, they may be kicked out at any time.
Going down the mountain is extremely stressful.
At the same time, a plume of purple smoke rose from the main peak, Piaomiao Immortal Peak, and Cangmiao Peak, where the assessment hall was located.
When it was so close that it was visible to the naked eye, I realized that it was not smoke at all, but a master of the heavenly realm from the Ziyi Sect, leading the other six disciples with swords in hand. The speed was extremely fast, and they were close in the blink of an eye.
At the front, an old man in gray clothes and a white beard, followed by three men in their fifties, led more than a hundred heavenly purple-clothed masters to come on the wind, flying directly, their robe sleeves fluttering and their clothes making a hunting sound.
And the more than ten thousand disciples of the six sects behind him came with swords. Their swords were not as childish as Xuanhuang and others. They had to go down to the ground to rest for a while after flying a thousand meters, while others were thousands of miles away.
They flew over, and after that, weaker disciples flew in one after another with their swords, and the crowd became more and more turbulent.
"Who dares to trespass into my Kunlun?" A roar came from the air, and the deafening sound wave power spread out in circles like water ripples.
As soon as this sound continued, a small peak the size of a mountain bulging nearby was cut into half.
Xuanhuang was speechless. This is the pressure of the big sect. Hundreds of thousands of people, if one person spits, they will drown you!
"The chief elder of the assessment hall is here!"
"The second elder, the third elder, and the fourth elder are all here too!"
Xuanhuang is a bit confused and still doesn't know what Kunlun is doing with such a large formation.
"Someone broke into the mountain." Mo Yan, who was standing behind her, said.
"Still a very powerful master." Gui Sha said.
Xuanhuang curled his lips and said, "We have an uncle here, right?"
Uncle Qingyuan's martial arts skills are not as good as those of Master Haotian. What can't be solved with him? This Kunlun is really sick. It's been a long time since there has been a group fight. It's scary to have such a big battle...
"Uncle Master has been in seclusion since he came back from Buzhou Mountain. He said it would take three days to refine the weapon, so he cannot be disturbed at the moment."
"That guy Qingyuan knows how to refine weapons?" Xuanhuang's eyes widened suddenly, with a ghostly expression on his face.
This poor kid actually called her uncle by his first name, and the students glanced at her uneasily.
Guo Zishan couldn't help but cough slightly, "Uncle Master is a Qiankun weapon refiner, don't you know?"
"How did I know?" If she had known about it earlier, she would have grabbed him and asked him clearly who made the magical mask on his face. He was in the weapon-refining industry and would always know some famous weapon-refining masters in the industry.
We can get some clues from the techniques of refining the weapons.
Yes, she can't swallow this breath! If she can't get over it, she will definitely grab the old weapon-refining man's beard and beat him up!
Jarhead, Jarhead! This is the normal kind...
"Here we come." Mo Yan said solemnly.
"Boom——" A circle of rippling palm wind swept over, like a hurricane blowing across the square, lifting the clothes of all the Kunlun disciples by a large amount, and the wind was blowing.
"Hahaha, great elder, I haven't seen you for so many years, but you still have such a bad temper." A half-male, half-female voice suddenly sounded from the upside-down mountain opposite.
Xuanhuang and the others looked straight ahead and saw a man in rich clothes, about forty years old, standing on the top of the mountain not far away.
Followed by the proud Hua Sanniang and hundreds of others, many of whom Xuanhuang had never seen before in the Nanfeng Pavilion.
"Oops, the creditor is here." Xuanhuang frowned slightly, lowered his voice and said to the people in the space, "No matter what happens, don't come out later, remember."
Unexpectedly, Hua Sanniang actually found someone to attack Kunlun. If she is interesting and brave enough, she will have fun with this old witch.
Anyway, when the time comes, she will remember one trick: no, no, nothing. How can the old woman forcibly search her backpack and space in front of her elders?
She is willing to do it but the elders are not willing to do it. How can she save such face?
"Oh, it turns out to be He Peng, the deputy palace master of Netherworld Palace. I wonder what it means to bring so many masters into our Kunlun today?" the chief elder of the assessment hall asked with his eyes darkened.
There are four major academies, eight major sects, and three major confederations on the mainland, all of which are very powerful. If they are classified as the White Path, then the Nether Palace and the other two palaces, Sunflower Palace, Feixue Palace and their six subordinate gangs should be regarded as the underworld.
, and there are four mysterious sects in the world, between black and white. They are somewhat difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, but they have been hidden from the world for many years.
These are the top large sects on the mainland. As for those small sects, they are like tens of millions of small academies. Their strength is not worth mentioning. If there is any major incident where black and white confront each other, they will basically be left behind.
Those who act as flag-wavers and shouters...
"I don't want to come either!" The deputy palace master He Peng turned out to be a sissy. She spoke slowly and gracefully, and liked to point her little orchid finger at others.
"This Kunlun Peak is full of stench. Oh, Great Elder, you invited me here, but I'm not very happy to come. Isn't there nothing I can do? My subordinate Sanniang opened her Nanfeng Pavilion well, but
But you, the students from Kunlun, are making trouble
Come to the door. Tell me, tell me, what do you want me to do? Your Kunlun students are a treasure, but my He Peng subordinates are not a treasure. If I don’t come to support Sanniang, others will still think that I am the king of Netherworld Palace.
These are some small shrimps."
"Have you finished talking nonsense?" The irritable second elder couldn't stand the perverted look of this sissy. He would hit her as hard as she wanted. She was swaying around and talking nonsense. She was a complete old monster.
"Deputy Palace Master He, who are you here to see?" the good-tempered third elder asked with a frown.
"I'm looking for a pot jarhead! Come out!" Deputy Palace Master He yelled.
All the students in the college moved in unison, took a step away, turned their heads and focused their gaze on Xuanhuang.
So the front door of Xuanhuang was empty all the way, allowing her to appear upright in front of people...