Chapter 1109: Talent, bloodline duel (1/2)
”Martial arts talent, level 5!”
”Bloodline boundary, top quality mysterious body!”
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”Next person!”
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”Martial arts talent, level six!”
”Bloodline boundary, top quality mysterious body!”
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”Martial arts talent, level 5!”
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Flying Cloud City!
In the grand central square surrounded by the Sifang Louge, the preliminary assessment of Wu Zong's entry disciples is in full swing.
One by one, young handsome men of extraordinary temperament stepped on the platform one after another, each showing their talent potential in front of the two test stones.
The genius of Wu Zong who was responsible for this assessment, Xiaomeng, the son of Qingcheng leaned on the wide chair, and looked at the young men and women on the field with interest in his eyes ...
The city lords sitting beside him (body shēn) also looked calm, and occasionally chatted leisurely with each other.
However, Elder Liu, who presided over the registration, had a stern face from beginning to end. The cold old face was like the bluestone steps in front of the door.
From his indifferent tone to the indifferent tone, it can be seen that he is not very satisfied with these newcomers.
”Martial arts talent, level 5!”
”Bloodline boundary, top quality mysterious body!”
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The cold voice returned ((dàng) dàng) to the audience. Elder Liu didn't even lift his head. He registered himself on the scrolls and announced gently, ”Next.”
Nearly half of the quizzes!
When we got here, the audience was a little bit paused.
For the audience here, it was a little flat.
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”So far, the highest level of martial arts talent is only six, and the bloodline boundary is only the top quality mystery. It seems that the quality of the newcomer this year is a bit poor!”
”Yes, I remember last year when three top geniuses were born.”
”Well, there are also several martial arts talents who have reached the seventh level.”
”It is estimated that those top geniuses have been recruited by Han Yunzong and Xuanyang Palace. After all, the competition among the disciples under Wu Zong is quite cruel and fierce. Many geniuses who entered Wu Zong in the past have been smashed, resulting in many young talents this year Are unwilling to choose Wu Zong. ”
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”Next person!”
For the whispers of the audience, Elder Liu still does not have much fluctuation.
Just then, Han Yiquan, who was standing next to Chu Hen (body shēn), suddenly stepped forward.
”Hey, I'll try it!”
A few people first met.
Qiao Xiaowan, Ye Yao smiled immediately, ”Come on!”
”It must win!”
Zhao Qingcai whispered, ”Here's to shame again.”
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Soon, Han Yiquan stepped onto the stage steadily.
Looking at this strange face, the people in the audience did not vote too much (Re rè) (情 qíng).
”Younger Han Yiquan!”
A simple self-reported name, Han Yiquan walked straight to the first stone monument.
Then single palm out, solid true strength gathered like a cyclone in the palm.
”Om ...”
When the palm of the palm rests firmly on the monument, a splendid array of true power spreads out instantly on the monument and merges into the stone pattern above ...
In that room, the stele seemed to be shrouded in a thin layer of silver gauze.
”Ding Ding Ding ...”
A series of crisp wine glass collisions cascaded from bottom to top, and the gems set on the monument surface shone brightly in succession.
From one to six.
Six gems sparkled instantly.
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Level 6 talent again!
The audience (Re rè) (情 qíng) was halved.
Qiao Xiaowan Liu Mei frowned lightly, shook her head and said, ”The chief disciple of Jiuxiao Pavilion in Dongshengzhou is only a sixth-level martial arts talent ... isn't this too pit?
”Ding!”
The voice here just came down, and a soft sound spread again.
The hearts of all the people were startled, and they looked at it, and saw the seventh gemstone shining with stars.
”Wow!”
The audience immediately set off a low (Sao) movement.
”Seventh martial arts talent!”
”Finally, I saw a seventh.”
”awesome!”
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Looking at the seven gems that lit up, Elder Liu's face finally loosened.
Han Yiquan withdrew his palm, followed by the second stone monument.
His eyes lightened, and a confident smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.
With a single palm on the stone tablet again, together with a magnificent momentum, five strands of gray air flow from the five fingertips ...
Like a tiny dragon.
The five air patterns intersect quickly as they walk, forming a gloom.
The beam of light passed through the middle boundary of the stele, and after a short walk, it swept straight towards the area above the stele.
”Oh!”
The next second, the word ”holy” above the stone was filled suddenly.
The hearts of everyone here were shaking.
”It is the Eucharist!”
”Ding!”
At the same time, the first of the three gems surrounding the word ”holy” also flashed with dazzling luxury.
Can't be wrong!
Eucharist!
Elder Liu's old-fashioned old face finally showed a little satisfaction, and his voice was louder than before.
”Martial arts talent, level seven!”
”Bloodline boundaries, the Eucharist!”
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A loud noise broke out in Feiyun City immediately.
Countless people looked at Han Yiquan with envy.
Even those city owners were touched.