C11 (1/2)

Wang Kun's eyes shined with a brilliant light, as if he were looking at a gem.

No! He was even more resplendent than a gem!

What kind of concept was that? Back in the days when his sect was founded, his talent was also six. One man, one sword, charging across the horizon. At the age of fifty, he had broken through to the Martial King realm.

Not too far away, the other two elders of the Myriad Sword School, Qing Feng and Yun Wu, stood up with excitement on their faces. Not too far away, the other two elders of the Myriad Sword School, Qing Feng and Yun Wu, stood up with excitement on their faces.

”Good!” ”Alright!” Qingfeng said the word 'good' excitedly as he clenched his fists.

”This kid!” ”Extraordinary!” As for Yunwu, she directly said these words to Lanyu, her face carrying a thick smile.

Hu Wenguang and Great Ancestor Qing immediately lost their composure.

Hu Wenguang directly tore off a piece of wood from his chair. The jealousy in his eyes couldn't be described with words. If it weren't for the presence of the three Elders of the Ten Thousand Sword Academy, he would have rushed onto the stage and killed Lanyu to prevent future troubles.

The teacup in Great Ancestor Qing's hands shattered into pieces, his brows twisted into a blur. He was now extremely regretful that he had been short-sighted in the past, and had actually managed to make Qing Miao and Hu Bufan fall in love. Lan Xiaoyu's cheers reached his ears like a steel needle piercing his eardrums.

Fury and jealousy had almost burnt all over his body, to the point where he let out a cold snort. He vented the extreme dissatisfaction in his heart with his words: ”Trash is still trash, whether or not it is a chicken, he will still land on the chopping board, hmph.”

The Lancang Sword glanced at Lan Canghai. The ridicule in his eyes was self-evident, but he didn't say anything. If he spoke another word to agitate the two of them, this old man would most likely go berserk.

”Canghai, Yu'er is your nephew, how can you be so rude?” When Lan Jinping saw his grandson beaming in front of everyone in the Green Sand City, he immediately became displeased when he heard Lancang Hai's sarcastic voice.

”He is not related to me in any way, Nephew? ”Bullshit!” Veins gathered on his forehead as they rolled over and over, causing him to become even more determined to kill Lan Jinping and his family.

And on the stone platform, after Wang Kun had experienced his initial excitement, his expression suddenly became cold. He turned around and looked at Hu Wenguang, whose complexion was like pig's liver. Then, he narrowed his eyes and lightly said, ”Extraordinary, Miao'er and Lanyu, you guys go to the back first.”

Lanyu grasped her heavy sword, and without even turning her head around, she walked down the stone platform. As she stood together with the other youths that had already passed the test, she was filled with admiration and admiration.

Hu Bufan whispered to Wang Kun, and Wang Kun nodded his head. No one knew what they were talking about, but Hu Bufan led QingMiao to the back. The two of them were not in the group of youths, and stood alone.

Lan Yu acted as if he hadn't seen anything. These little tricks of these people couldn't escape the observation of his powerful soul. Just by thinking about it, one could tell that Wang Kun had probably made some shady business deal with the Hu Family.

”Next.”

”Two-line talent, unqualified.”

”Four-striped talent, genius!”

The innate talent test continued like a raging fire, and it only ended around noon. More than a thousand of Qing Sha City's younger generation only had two hundred people left, and the elimination rate of one to five showed just how strict the Myriad Sword Academy's disciple selection was! However, this was only the first test!

After a short rest, the remaining people began to eat and solve their physiological problems. In the end, they gathered together and prepared to face the challenge of the second test.

Wang Kun, Qingfeng, and Yunwu, the three Elders of the School of Ten Thousand Swords, teamed up and laid down a magic array. Then, Wang Kun announced the start of the test.

This time, no one came. Wang Kun made everyone come in two groups, each with 100 people. They entered the magical formation one by one.

This trial was called the trial of heart, and it was intended to test the determination of these youths.

A martial cultivator had no firm will, no pure dao heart, and would rarely achieve great things!

Lanyu walked in the center of the group. As soon as she stepped into the array formation, she felt everyone else disappear, and the illusionary land rushed towards her.

This so-called illusion was nothing more than some extremely enticing beauty with a bit of money and status appearing out of nowhere. In Lanyu's eyes, this sort of illusion was nothing more than something to coax a child to play with.

In his previous life, he was a Martial Saint and the pavilion master of Vastheaven Pavilion was one of the top powers in the world. He fought openly and fought covertly with countless other top powers and countless beauties threw themselves at him. How could he be fooled by such a small illusion?