"So strong!" Suddenly, there were exclamations all around. Not only the ninth class, but even the people from the first three classes were paying attention to the changes on the stone pillar.
The silver light quickly rushed to the five colors red, orange, yellow, green, and blue. Before it disappeared, it broke through the blue color. There was still energy left!
Everyone's breathing became rapid at this moment. Although they didn't know what kind of talent blue represented, it didn't affect their excitement.
The silver light finally stopped at the blue three-scale mark, which made everyone feel relieved.
"Blue three-scale mark! Not bad! Not bad! "On the platform of the martial arts field, there were three immortal envoys. One of them nodded gently and said. "This person hid his strength before. He should be able to rank in the top 100!"
"Fairy Maiden, you speak too highly of him. I think he can only be ranked in the top 150. Although it's not bad in the Lower Realm, I'm afraid he can't even be ranked in the Celestial Realm. Fairy Maiden's test result was four purple scales. Who knows how many old monsters were shocked!" A young man who looked as gentle as jade gently patted the folding fan in his hand.
"How can it be compared to Immortal Envoy Liu's purple five-scale mark!" The woman's face was calm. There was no hint of inferiority.
"Blue three-scale mark, not bad!" The drinking man seemed to be slightly drunk. He glanced at the two of them and didn't say anything more.
The two of them understood and hurriedly shut their mouths.
Although the two of them were arrogant people with peerless talent, which could be said to be rare in the immortal world, they couldn't be proud in front of this man. He was a monstrous person with a purple six-scale mark. In terms of talent, he could be ranked in the top 100 in the immortal world for ten thousand years. He was known as the person with the most hope to become an immortal emperor. However, because of some things, his realm had been stagnant at the peak of the immortal realm.
"Hurry up and protect the ground of the martial arts field with layers of array. It won't be good if this situation happens again!" At this time, the green-robed old man commanded a few white-haired old men to set up an array to stabilize the ground.
"Next!" This group of old men was very efficient. They quickly retreated, leaving behind the restored ground.
"It's finally my turn!" A barbarian youth strode forward, exhaled, and fiercely punched the stone pillar.
"Dong!" Like a drumstick hitting a drum, the stone pillar let out a dull sound.
"The momentum is not bad. I wonder what the result will be!" Many people stretched their necks to look at the silver light.
Unexpectedly, the speed of the silver light was neither fast nor slow. After rushing past the yellow light, it staggered and stopped at the second scale of the yellow light, not willing to go any further.
"Ah!" The barbarian youth's face was filled with despair.
"Next …"
Time passed quickly, and everyone in the ninth class had finished their test. Only the bald monk was the most outstanding, achieving three blue scales. As for the others, there were only two or three who had achieved a green scale!
"Next is Class Eight …"
After the eighth class finished their test, as expected, no one managed to surpass the bald monk. This made people feel disappointed, but it also made sense.
Next was class seven. Class seven wasn't bad. A woman with a majestic body stood out. She had actually reached five blue scales. Even the big man who was drinking couldn't help but widen his eyes. This strong woman actually looked pretty good. It was just that she was too majestic. At first glance, people would feel somewhat awkward. However, her talent was truly enviable.
Lin Jin 'er was also in Class Seven. Her test result was in Zhao Yuande's imagination, achieving six blue scales. She was also noticed by everyone!
As for the gloomy youth, the refined scholar, the golden-armored youth, and the Barbarian youth who were fighting with Zhao Yuande, their innate talents weren't bad either. They had all reached a cyan scale, but they were all between three and four.
Class Six, Class Five, and Class Four did not have any outstanding disciples. Until Class Three, the geniuses began to erupt!
Almost all of them were above blue. Class Three actually had seventeen disciples who reached blue, but only one person reached five scales!
Next was Class Two. This class was even more shocking. They had thirty-six disciples who reached blue, and two of them even reached seven blue scales.
The eyes of the three Immortal Emissaries fell on these two people. It was already rare and commendable for such geniuses to appear in the Lower Realm. However, what made them even more expectant was what kind of genius would appear in Class 1. Would there be a purple innate talent?
Zhao Yuande also saw a few familiar faces in Class Two. For example, Feng Wujiang and Jian Piaoling. Both of them had reached blue scales. Jian Piaoling had seven scales and Feng Wujiang had six scales. They were both rare geniuses, but they were still not placed in Class One.
Zhao Yuande's curiosity was finally piqued. Even someone like Jian Piaoling could not be placed in Class One. Just what kind of geniuses were in Class One? Could there be geniuses like Zhang Fan and himself? Although Zhang Fan said that there were many geniuses who could be on the same level as him, he vaguely pointed out that most of these people were geniuses from Pantheon and Immortal and Demon Realms. He did not care about the geniuses from the lower realms.
Class One had the least number of people, only eighteen. Every single one of them was an outstanding talent. Most of them looked at each other with provocation or even hostility. Therefore, these eighteen people rarely interacted with each other, forming a somewhat oppressive atmosphere.
"Who will be the first?" The old man in blue looked at the eighteen people.
"I'll go first!" The first to walk out was a black-clothed youth. He held a sheathless longsword in his hand. His body was straight like a pine tree. When he walked, his feet did not touch the ground, and there was no sound at all.
"This person must be a peerless sword cultivator. Moreover, judging by his walking posture, he is an assassin! This kind of person is the most dangerous. " Someone saw this person and could not help but whisper to the person beside him. "If I face this person, I have no chance of winning. I can only run for my life."
"I am not confident either. Looking at this person is like looking at a walking sword. He is too sharp and terrifying! There are only two ways to defeat him. One is to be sharper than him, and the other is to use softness to overcome strength! "
"Among the six classes that have been tested, I think there are at most three or four people who can defeat him."
"No … There are at most two people. That girl called Jian Piaoling and that red-haired youth. He has seven scales and cultivates the Ancient Water God Dao …"
"…"
At this moment, the black-clothed youth had already arrived in front of the stone pillar. He raised the sheathless longsword in his hand.
The old man in blue immediately understood what he meant. He nodded and smiled. "You can use any means. There are no limits. If you can shatter this stone pillar, perhaps even the Immortal Emperor will be alerted!"
The black-clothed youth nodded. The sheathless longsword in his hand flashed. The next moment, he turned around and walked back.
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