Golden Summoner

A few days later, the sky became slightly brighter, and the Wanshen Sect branch of Haoqi Mountain...

The Wan Shen Sect is also one of the major forces in Hao Qi Mountain. The Wan Shen Sect has a branch in Hao Qi Mountain. This branch is located on a towering main peak several thousand meters high in the east of Hao Qi Mountain. The Wan Shen Sect's power in Hao Qi Mountain is greater than It is even bigger in the Immortal City. At the foot of the mountain below this branch, the continuous cities and buildings are the property of the Wanshen Sect here, and their scale is at least twice as large as that of the Immortal City.

Xia Ping'an flew from the air and landed outside the mountain gate of the Wanshen Sect branch. Forty or fifty summoners had gathered here, including men and women, with different appearances. Judging from the aura, those gathered here were all six. There are summoners in the Yang Realm, and their aura is very solid, and there are no newcomers who have just advanced to the Six Yang Realm.

As soon as Xia Pingan came down, a group of people looked at him. Xia Pingan looked over coldly. Those who looked over consciously withdrew their gazes. Everyone felt the new horse-faced and triangular eyes. Men are not easy to mess with.

"Here comes another one..."

"There are indeed many people who are not afraid of death..."

There were quiet murmurs from the crowd.

"Rather than being stuck in the Six Yang Realm all your life, why not give it a try..."

"Everyone comes here for the divine spring..."

"Nonsense, if it weren't for the rare divine spring, who would come here to risk their lives..."

Although Pantheon is dangerous, there are still people who are willing to take risks for the divine spring. The summoners who dare to come here are not ordinary characters.

Xia Pingan stood among the crowd and waited quietly.

People kept flying in, landing among the crowd, and joining the waiting team.

Looking at the Haoqi Mountain branch of the Ten Thousand Gods Sect in front of him, Xia Ping'an was filled with emotion. The fate between him and the Ten Thousand Gods Sect was really deep. After leaving the Immortal Sea and coming to the Haoqi Mountain, he actually became related to the Ten Thousand Gods Sect again.

There are too many people who want to get the sacred spring of the Ten Thousand Gods Sect, so no matter how powerful the Blood Demon Sect is, they cannot stop others from joining the Ten Thousand Gods Sect or doing things for the Ten Thousand Gods Sect.

In the other courtyard in front of you, you can see the red-robed deacons, black-robed disciples, and white-robed disciples of the Wanshen Sect flying around in the sky from time to time - white robes are in the six-yang realm, black robes are in the seven-yang realm, and red robes are in the seven-yang realm. A leader in the Seven Sun Realm, he holds the position of deacon in the Wanshen Sect.

After about half an hour, in the dark sky, in the east, there was a faint hint of dark red light. This was dawn.

A red-robed deacon with white hair and black eyebrows walked out of the mountain gate at this time. He glanced at everyone waiting outside, nodded, and said straight to the point, "The Wanshen Sect is recruiting people to go to Wanshen." This is probably why all of you, the dead soldiers of the star, are here. I won’t talk nonsense anymore. Come in with me, and those who can pass the assessment can be recruited and get a share of the divine spring of the Seven Suns Realm..."

After speaking, the red-robed deacon turned around and walked towards the upper gate, and everyone outside the mountain gate followed him in one by one.

Entering the mountain gate, turning around a forest, a huge school ground appeared in front of everyone.

On the school ground, there was a tall and rusty iron lion with a terrifying weight. The iron lion was more than seven meters high, more than ten meters long, and more than three meters wide. I don't know what it was put here for.

The red-robed deacon led everyone to the iron gate and pointed at the rusty iron lion, "This iron lion weighs 170,000 kilograms. The first level of the assessment is to be able to turn this iron lion with both hands without using magic." If the lions gather above your head, it is considered a pass!"

Xia Pingan looked at the iron lion. It weighed 170,000 kilograms, which is 85 tons. For a summoner in the Six Yang Realm, it is not difficult to summon a giant to lift such an object, but it requires physical strength. It is not easy to lift such a heavy object with strength. This weight is equivalent to lifting a heavy train car.

"I'll go first..." A summoner standing in front, who was as strong as an ox and had messy hair, stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves, roared, grabbed the huge iron lion with both hands, and suddenly The iron lion raised it above his head and paused for three seconds.

When the man pushed the huge iron lion over his head, the man's feet were directly pressed half a foot into the ground with a pop.

The man put down the iron lion, and there was a roar on the ground, and everyone's feet shook slightly.

The red-robed deacon nodded, "Passed..."

The summoner standing with his feet in the pit grinned, pulled his legs out of the pit, and stood aside.

Another summoner with a cold face walked up and raised the iron lion with both hands. After staying for a few seconds, he placed the iron lion heavily on the ground.

"Pass, next one..." The red-robed deacon just watched calmly from the side.

People kept coming up to lift the iron lion. More and more pits were left on the ground next to the iron lion. Some people could lift the iron lion, but others found it extremely difficult to lift it. Two summoners came up. I tried, but even with all my strength, I could only hold up the Iron Lion with a blushing face, but I couldn't hold it above my head, so I couldn't help but retreat in despair.

A female summoner dressed in colorful clothes and with pigtails on her hair went up and tried, but she couldn't lift it and could only shake it, making the iron lion move a few steps on the ground. The woman gritted her teeth and had a look on her face. He looked at the red-robed deacon unconvinced and argued, "Why do we need to hold such a test? We are summoners. When fighting people, it is enough to summon us with magic. Why test our physical strength?"

"What should you do if your divine power is exhausted, or you encounter an enemy in an environment where you cannot use your divine power? Do you let the enemy wait for you to recover slowly? At that time, physical strength is your combat power..." Hong Deacon Robe said calmly, "Those who can lift this iron lion will have a greater chance of survival when they get to the Pantheon. Those who can't lift it will have weak blood, muscles and bones, making it difficult to face the complex environment. When they get there, The probability of survival is not very high. It is just to provide food for the ancient survivors and the Zerg. Although our Ten Thousand Gods Sect is recruiting dead soldiers, we don’t want people to die for no reason..."

The female summoner opened her mouth, but finally had nothing to say and retreated.

The woman went down, and an old man with a resolute face and white hair came up and tried to lift the iron lion.

The old man had thin arms and legs. He gritted his teeth and lifted it extremely hard, trembling, and all the bones in his body were shaking. The way he lifted the iron lion made Xia Pingan feel a little scared.

Seeing the old man's blood vessels bulging all over his body, his face ferocious, his eyes bursting with bloodshot eyes, his trembling hands just raising the iron lion over his neck, and drops of blood seeping out from under his skin, Xia Pingan secretly said, "Not good..."

Click!

The old man's legs, which were pressed into the pit, broke off instantly with a terrifying crisp sound, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out from the old man's closed mouth. It all flowed out of the old man's nose, eyes, and ears. Bloody, he leaned back and fell, and the huge iron lion directly hit the old man heavily.

The old man fell heavily to the ground, and his legs and calves in the pit were all broken. He had fallen to the ground, and his legs were still in the pit. The bones were exposed, with only a layer of skin attached. It was extremely miserable, but the huge The iron lion did not hit the old man, but was held firmly by a giant more than ten meters tall summoned by the red-robed deacon with one hand.

"I can do it... Ahem... I can lift it... Give me another chance... I want the divine spring... I want the divine spring in the Seven Sun Realm... I have been running for more than fifty years for the divine spring in the Seven Sun Realm. Years... This is my last chance... I can't wait any longer..." The old man vomited blood, shed tears, and wailed on the ground, trying to get up again.

All the summoners were silent and felt sad. The old man's despair, wailing and struggling were not a reflection of everyone. If everyone had no other options, no one would be willing to take such a gamble with their own lives...

"Not every carp can transform into a dragon, and not every summoner has the opportunity to advance to the Nether Realm. Go ahead. The God-killing Insect Realm is not suitable for you, and the Pantheon is not suitable for you. I sympathize with you. But the Divine Spring of the Nether Realm of the Wanshen Sect is very precious, and every drop can only be used where it should be used, and cannot be used for charity..." The red-robed deacon waved his hand, and two white-robed disciples appeared and directly put the one that was still there The wailing old man stood up on the ground and sent him away indifferently.

"Next……"

Xia Pingan walked out calmly, came to the iron lion, grabbed the iron lion with only one hand, and gently lifted it. The 170,000-jin iron lion had been lifted above his head by him, but Xia Pingan's feet were still Standing firmly on the ground, his feet did not sink into the pit in the ground.

The people around were silent for a moment, and you could hear the drop of a needle. Several summoners who had just lifted the iron lion were even more stunned. Some people swallowed a mouthful of saliva and rubbed their eyes. What did this mean? No one was more shocked than them. Understand.

The red-robed deacon looked at Xia Ping'an's feet standing flat on the ground, his eyes shrank, he took a deep breath, nodded, and said two words, "Not bad..."

Xia Pingan put down the iron lion calmly, like putting down a feather, and then stood aside calmly.

"What's your name?" The red-robed deacon asked someone's name for the first time.

"Mei Zheng!"

"Are you also here for the Seven Sun Realm Divine Spring?"

"yes!"

The red-robed deacon nodded and waved his hand, and a white-robed disciple from the Wanshen Sect appeared next to him. The red-robed deacon pointed at Xia Pingan and said, "Take him directly to Wanchun Hall to see Director Mu!"

Under the leadership of the white-robed disciple of the Wanshen Sect, Xia Pingan left the school grounds directly under the envious eyes of a group of people.

Ten minutes later, the white-robed disciple of Wanshen Sect brought Xia Pingan to a glorious hall and asked Xia Pingan to wait outside the hall. He went in to report. A minute later, the white-robed disciple of Wanshen Sect came out and asked Xia Pingan He was brought into the main hall and met the Minister Mu...