C4

Time quickly passed, and in the blink of an eye, the day of the Imperial Sword Sect's disciple recruitment had arrived. There was a large platform at the entrance of the town. In front of the platform stood two blue robed young men with their hands behind their back. A simple looking middle-aged man entered the register and said without even raising his head, "Next."

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"Mom, I'm leaving." Yang Fan looked at Ying Susu, a little reluctant to part with her.

"Fan'er, let mother hug you again." Ying Susu smiled as she looked at Yang Fan and extended her arms to hug him.

"Yes!"

When the two of them hugged each other, Ying Luo Niang's hands emitted a faint blue light. On Yang Fan's back, there was a strange handprint, with the handprint as the center, it spread out until her entire body was covered with it.

"Mom, your hands are so warm." When Ying Susu's hand was placed on Yang Fan's back, Yang Fan felt a hint of warmth, as if it wasn't the temperature of his body.

"You silly child, of course it's warm when your mother pops out of your pocket." Ying Susu lightly tapped Yang Fan's forehead, an unnatural light flashing through the corner of her eyes.

"Alright, go! Mother believes that you can definitely enter the Imperial Sword Sect. " Ying Susu gave Yang Fan a look of affirmation before teasing him, "If you can't enter, then I won't recognize you."

Yang Fan's body trembled as he solemnly replied, "That won't happen, Mother. Don't worry, I definitely won't let you down."

"Yes, mother trusts you."

"Mom, I'm leaving now. It won't be good if I'm late." As he spoke, he turned and ran out, waving his hands as he ran, "Mother, just wait for my good news!" Finally, the voice gradually disappeared into the distance.

Ying Luo Niang then opened her mouth, "I'm afraid Fan'er can't personally tell Mother, don't blame Mother for leaving you behind." As he spoke, his eyes became moist.

"Next, uh, next!" Seeing that there was no response, he raised his head and saw that he was done. He turned back to the two youths standing behind him: "Let's call it a day!"

He got up and was about to leave. "Wait, wait, wait. There's still one more." This person was none other than Yang Fan. At this moment, he was slightly out of breath, but he quickly recovered.

"Young man, you still dare to be late for registration." The middle-aged man said in a slightly displeased manner.

"I'm sorry, my home is a little far, and I was busy midway, so I was late." Yang Fan scratched his head in embarrassment. Yang Fan had indeed been delayed for a while and thought that there would definitely be many people registering today. He had narrowed his eyes a little, and if not for the fact that he had somehow fallen from the tree, it might have been too late. Just now, he had been muttering about his luck on the way.

The middle-aged man frowned and said, "What name? Where did you get it from?" "I've trained before."

"Yang Fan, I'm already at the fourth level precelestial." Of course, Yang Fan was hiding his true strength, but he did not know that in front of a true expert, it was impossible to hide his cultivation, unless he had the Hidden Arts. This time, his luck was good and Ying Susu hid his cultivation level at the fourth layer.

"Oh, he actually has such strength. If his talent is good, he should become a core disciple." The middle-aged man muttered to himself. Then, he took out a green wooden tablet and handed it to Yang Fan. He said, "Take this in!"

Yang Fan nodded and walked in. Walking inside, Yang Fan was a little taken aback by the bustling crowd. Around two thousand people, but Yang Fan quickly merged into the crowd. At this moment, the middle-aged man and a grizzled white haired old man walked in. After the old man entered, he gave off a formless aura that filled the crowd. Instantly, there were people who couldn't hold on any longer and knelt down. Several hundred more people kneeled down. Of course, this was nothing to Yang Fan as he easily stood there.

Following that, the oppressive feeling was removed. The old man whispered something to the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man cleared his throat and said, "Just now, it was one of the tests for everyone. Those who kneel can leave now."

Four or five hundred people left the arena in an instant. Those who left all lowered their heads, muttering to themselves, "Just a moment ago, just hang in there. Just a little bit more. Sigh, what a pity."

Then, the middle-aged man raised his hand and made a silencing motion, and the whole hall suddenly became silent. Next, let me introduce him to you. "The middle-aged man said with a respectful tone," The person standing next to me is an elder of the Imperial Sword Sect. As he spoke, he clapped his hands, and thunderous sounds rang out from below the stage.

The old man nodded his head in satisfaction, and made a silent gesture before speaking: "I am Zuo Jian, and all of you have passed this time's examination. I will bring you back to the mountain gate and enter the register, from now on you are a disciple of my Imperial Sword Sect, under the protection of the sect. He proudly looked at the excited expressions of the people below the stage and paused for a moment.

Zuo Jian stroked his beard and said, "I believe that a lot of people have cultivated here, and it is possible that their cultivation is not low. Judging from the recording just now, someone has already reached the eighth level of the precelestial level, of course they are not lacking in ordinary people, and we will take care of them." See the signs in your hands? They are red and green, red for ordinary people and green for cultivators. We will teleport you to a special testing ground for the Sword Controlling Sect. There are at least one to nine rank demon beasts inside. The person with the red wooden tablet will be teleported out as long as he stays for three days. Of course, the person with the worst luck might encounter a third level or higher beast right after entering, so don't panic, as long as you break the wooden tablet, he or she will immediately teleport you out. The person with the green wooden tablet will be considered as giving up.

"Then, can we find someone to work with?" A weak voice sounded from below the stage.

Zuo Jian squinted his eyes and smiled, "This young friend here is exactly what I am going to say next. You can form groups, but only two people. However, those who go against the rules of three or more people will be sent out. In order to control the recruitment, only a hundred people will remain in this stage. That is to say, other than fighting with the beasts, you have to be wary of your own people.

"That means apart from the demon beasts, we can also be killed by our own people, right?" Someone asked

"Well, it's like this. Is there anything else you don't understand?" After Zuo Jian finished, he waited for a while longer, "There's actually no one else, then let the training begin."

The area they were standing at started to glow with a white light. So the platform the Sword Management Sect had set up was a transportation formation. Yang Fan was still contemplating how he could safely survive these ten days.

"Ouch!" Yang Fan had not been able to stand properly when he was teleported over. His butt landed on a rock. Yang Fan stood up and surveyed his surroundings, while rubbing his butt.