Chapter: 417

Martial arts: Xuan-rank top grade 'Wan Jian Gui Zong'.

Health: 6200.

"Heavenly Sword Villa, I've never heard of it, it shouldn't belong to the Qin and Tang Empires."

Ning Qi thought to himself.

"Come with me. The formal assessment will only start when you reach the mountain. This time, my Qinglan Sect only accepts ten inner disciples. There are many applicants this time. It is estimated that there are tens of thousands of people. Whether you can stand out or not depends on your own. .”

Zheng Bing said loudly.

Then he led everyone up to Qinglan Peak. Along the way, he encountered many checkpoints, all of which were guarded by inner sect disciples of Qinglan Sect.

At this time, He Xudong walked to Ning Qi's side and whispered: "I will definitely defeat you and enter the Qinglan sect."

Ning Qi glanced at him, "Oh? Really, then congratulations to you first."

Maybe it was Ning Qi's attitude that made him a little strange, He Xudong frowned: "Don't think that you are fully sure that you have a high cultivation base, Qinglanzong accepts students based on talent, and I am only fourteen years old this year!"

"Are you fourteen years old? I think you look about twenty-five or sixteen?"

Ning Qi came alive and said curiously.

A trace of displeasure flashed across He Xudong's face: "That's because of my exercises!"

"Well, let's pretend that you are fourteen years old. I don't have time to talk to you right now. Let's talk about it after we go up the mountain."

Ning Qi waved his hand impatiently.

"you!"

He Xudong's face turned cold, at this moment Zheng Bing just turned his head and glanced in this direction, He Xudong immediately suppressed his anger, and was going to teach Ning Qi a lesson when the next assessment came.

Qinglan Peak is very big, and each town has its own way up the mountain, so when they reached the mountainside, Ning Qi and the others met teams from other towns.

Dozens of teams gathered together, and the momentum was enormous.

Each team subconsciously developed a competitive mentality, and demonstrated to each other with what they thought was the coldest look in their eyes.

In a short period of time, He Xudong had eye-to-eye contests with no less than ten people.

At the same time, Zheng Bing was secretly competing with other deacons and elders.

"The people in Fanhua Town this year don't have enough aptitude. There is only one Dou Ling?"

Zheng Bing glanced at the team in Fanhua Town beside him, and sneered at the leading deacon elder.

The elder snorted coldly and said, "Your team is not very good either."

Zheng Bing smiled: "Take a closer look?"

"Huh? Peak Dou Ling? How old is this kid?"

The elder was shocked when he saw Ning Qi.

"Eighteen years old, hahaha."

Zheng Bing laughed triumphantly.