Lin Yuan slowly walked down from a high place. He glanced at Yang Dao in the crowd and said to the person beside him.
"Senior Brother Lin, don't worry."
"Such a small matter is too simple."
"That old trash Yang Dao isn't dead yet. He's still shamelessly refusing to leave. His skin is really thick."
"The old trash and the young trash, a perfect match."
"He can only fool those newcomers. Look at how many useful disciples he's brought in from the outside over the years. They're all trash. "
"Using the name of the Ancient Fierce Sect to swindle people everywhere, how shameless."
…
The few disciples beside Lin Yuan started to laugh in disdain.
Lin Yuan laughed and said, "I'll have to rely on your help later. Don't worry, after this matter, if you need any help in subduing demonic beasts, I will do my best to help."
"Senior Brother Lin, you're too polite."
"Yeah, it's just a small matter."
Lin Yuan looked at Yang Dao and secretly sneered, "Old trash, if the person you brought can enter the Ancient Fierce Sect, then I will change my surname to yours!"
They are representatives.
They were the representatives of the ancient Fierce Sect's seven great forces.
Representing the Elder to test everyone's talent.
The results they provided would directly affect whether these people would be selected or not.
They were inner sect disciples.
When they saw them, the outer court disciples that maintained order revealed expressions of admiration and envy, and they bowed respectfully. "Senior Brother!"
"Senior Brother!"
"Senior Brother!"
…
Even an outer sect elder would have to greet an inner sect disciple respectfully. "Senior Brother!"
The outer sect of the ancient Fierce Sect only served the inner sect.
As long as one entered the inner sect, they would be a cut above the others in the ancient Lie Clan.
However, if they were unable to enter the inner sect and could only mingle in the outer sect, they would be trampled on by the inner sect disciples for the rest of their lives.
Lin Yuan walked down and stood in front of Yang Dao. He smiled coldly and said, "Old trash, I will not let a single one of your people enter the inner sect."
"Hahaha …"
Lin Yuan swept his gaze across and glanced at Long Fei and the rest, his eyes filled with disdain.
The Phoenix was about to get angry.
Long Fei pulled her back. He didn't want to make things difficult for Yang Dao. If he was alone, Lin Yuan would probably be lying on the ground, unable to move.
"Too arrogant!"
"Does the ancient Fierce Sect belong to his family?"
"I don't believe that he can cover the sky with one hand!" Baili Tianhai was very displeased.
Yang Dao let out a heavy breath and said, "No matter what, you have to be careful and work hard to display your talent."
"Even if you can't enter the inner sanctum, don't be discouraged. You still have a chance in the inner sanctum!"
Yang Dao gave them a heads-up.
Baili Tianhai said, "Elder Yang, don't worry. I will definitely enter the inner sect."
Bang!
A gong sounded, and an elder shouted, "All of you, quiet down. We're going to carry out the talent assessment. This is the most important thing for all of you."
"If your innate bloodline is chosen, you can directly enter the inner sect and become inner sect disciples. But if you don't reach the standard, don't be discouraged. You can still enter the Ancient Fierce Clan if you pass the test."
"Alright!"
"Those who want to report their names, please come up."
"Remember!"
"Do your best to show off your talents. The Ancient Fierce Sect doesn't accept trash!"
As soon as he finished speaking.
The crowd was shocked.
There were thousands of people present.
Everyone here was a genius amongst geniuses. In a city, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions, of people would choose one to come here to be selected.
Right now, they were competing to see who was more talented than who!
Pick a genius from a pile of geniuses!
In the distance.
The seven elders landed.
They stood in seven different directions.
They were the elders of the seven great powers, and they were also the ones who had the final say.
Each of them had a cultivation base above the Sword Sovereign.
The seven of them swept their gazes, and someone sighed: "Looks like it's all for naught, there aren't any outstanding talents."
"I wonder what those recruiters are doing. They're all mediocre people."
"Sigh, in the past ten years, the Ancient Fierce Sect has been lacking geniuses who can carry the cauldron. Only the Beast King, Lin Shanyuan, is not bad. He seems to have come today, I should have accepted him back then."
"Hahaha … He is now the face of my Beast Mountain disciples, and has obtained the personal teachings of our Beast King!"
"Don't waste time, hurry up and start."
They seemed a little impatient.
Because …
They didn't want to waste time on a group of ordinary people.
With just a glance, they had roughly sensed that there was no one they wanted.
In other words.
This time, the selection of newcomers was in vain.
An elder said softly, "Let them begin."
"Xia Yimao!"
"Step out!"
A bald man with a tuft of hair on top of his head walked out, clasped his fists, and said with a heavy voice, "I am Xia Yimao, my talent is Diamond Drill!"
As soon as he finished.
Everyone in the audience burst into laughter.
"Diamond Drill?"
"Are you trying to win the porcelain?"
"Hahaha …"
Xia Yimao also laughed, and did not take it seriously.
"Let's test the bloodline talent first!"
Xia Yimao walked forward and a drop of blood landed on the testing green stone. The green stone absorbed the blood and flashed with a faint green light.
"Fourth grade bloodline, low level bloodline!"
"Fourth grade bloodline is still low?"
"Holy sh * t, isn't this standard too high?"
"Fourth grade bloodline?"
"If it's not an innate bloodline, then it's a bloodline that was transformed from absorbing the blood essence of a fourth grade demonic beast."
"This is too difficult."
Everyone was shocked and whispered.
A fourth grade bloodline could be said to be a terrifying existence in an ordinary city.
However …
In front of the Ancient Fierce Sect, it was a low-grade bloodline. To put it bluntly, it was a trash bloodline.
Xia Yimao still had an indifferent look on his face as he walked to the place where the talent was displayed.
Lin Yuan raised his hand and said, "Please begin your performance."
Xia Yimao moved slightly, his horse stance sank, his Qi traveled to his Dantian, his eyes suddenly widened, and the top of his head suddenly lit up.
That loose hair suddenly soared into the sky.
It turned into a Sky Cannon hairstyle.
It caused another burst of laughter from the crowd.
However …
In the next second, no one laughed.
Xia Yimao suddenly flipped over, his head smashing heavily onto the ground, and then flipped over again, a deep hole appeared on the thick granite floor.
It was that tuft of hair that pierced out.
After a series of flips, one deep hole after another appeared on the ground. That tuft of hair of his was like a drill.
Long Fei said indifferently, "Diamond hair? "Interesting."
However …
An elder said in a low voice, "Cultivation is not a circus. You keep tossing and turning, are you a monkey?"
"Next!"
Immediately.
The hosting elder hurriedly said, "You're not qualified, next!"
Xia Yimao's eyes darkened, and he walked down weakly. The hair on his head also loosened, and scattered all over his head, as if he was bald.
Xia Yimao used his hand to brush his hair, looking a little wretched as he muttered, "I'm just a juggler."
Yang Dao said: "He can also be considered an ancient ability user, but his potential has not been awakened."
"What a pity!"
One by one, they went down dejectedly.
There was no lack of ancient ability users among them, but their power was a little too 'different' from cultivation, and was very messy.
"Next, Zhao Da Han!"
As soon as he finished.
Zhao Da Han said excitedly: "It's my turn."
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