Lord of the Star Ocean

Two days passed in a flash.

On the morning of the fourth day of February, Nie Feng came to Haoyuan Martial Arts Pavilion again.

After taking out the bronze medal with the assessment number engraved on it, he was assigned to a large room in Wu Pavilion.

This room should be an indoor martial arts arena. It is very spacious inside, but there is no furniture. The floor is covered with hard and thick stone slabs, which are covered with traces left by years of trampling.

Only star fighters can create traces.

Hundreds of futons were neatly arranged on the ground. When Nie Feng came in, there were already many people sitting on them. Some of them exchanged whispers with each other, some closed their eyes and looked around as if no one was there, and some looked around anxiously.

Nie Feng knew in his heart that these people should have come to participate in the fire department assessment just like himself. Most of them are young people in their twenties, and their strength ranks between the top black iron and the junior silver.

There were also a few senior silver ranks and people who couldn't perceive the fluctuation of star energy, so Nie Feng couldn't help but take a second look.

The competition in the Ministry of Fire is indeed fierce. These young people are enough to become family elites in Nanyuan City, and they are geniuses worthy of investing a lot of resources in cultivation.

And from their speech, behavior and attire, it can be seen that there are not a few descendants of the aristocratic family, and the only ones who are more than them are the mighty warriors in the army.

Every year, at least half of the enrollment quota of Haoyuanwu Pavilion is given to outstanding talents in the army, and most of these talents come from poor families, and they are one of the core sources of strength supporting the rule of the empire.

In comparison, Nie Feng seemed quite different.

He is not a disciple of an aristocratic family, nor is he from the army, so it is inevitable that he feels a little out of place with other people around him.

And when Nie Feng was observing others, others were also observing him.

Everyone knows very well that the people who can come here are not ordinary people, and the number of places to practice in the Ministry of Fire is very limited, and only a few can win in the end, and they are all competitors.

Even if they are the children of aristocratic families who are used to being in groups, on the surface they are smiling and polite, but it is hard to tell what they really think in their hearts. No one will easily trust each other unless they have a real life-threatening friendship.

For example, Fang Guanyu, Qiu Yongan and Wei Wuji were sitting on the other side.

When they discovered Nie Feng's arrival, they either disdained or sneered, and showed undisguised hostility.

Qiu Yong'an rolled his eyes, and suddenly stood up and said to Nie Feng, "Nie Zhuangyuan, come over to our side quickly, everyone is discussing how to pass the examination together."

His voice was very loud and his tone was very frivolous, especially the "Nie Zhuangyuan" was even more slick, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Everyone's eyes were complicated, including surprise, doubt, indifference and contempt.

On Haoyuan Star, the title of "No. 1 Scholar" must have come from the Star Martial Arts Trials. Those who can win the championship must not be ordinary warriors. For most people present, Nie Feng is undoubtedly a strong competitor.

And those who were born in the army stared at Nie Feng even more.

They obviously thought that Nie Feng belonged to Qiu Yongan's gang, and some of them even stared at him closely—if a commoner's son and aristocratic family's son are mixed together, besides being a dog, can they be equals?

The dog legs of the children of the aristocratic family, he is completely different from them, even the enemy!

This is obviously exactly what Qiu Yong'an wanted to achieve, he successfully aroused countless hatred for Nie Feng.

"Sorry, different ways don't conspire with each other!"

Nie Feng paused, and replied with a blank expression: "I have nothing to say to you, if you want to deal with me, then let your horse come here, and see you in the examination field!"

These few words Nie Feng spoke sonorously and forcefully, let everyone clearly feel his firm determination, especially the sentence "differences do not conspire with each other", it was like a slap in the face of Qiu Yong'an.

Stop being so fucking sentimental!

Qiu Yong'an's face turned red in an instant. He boasted that he was talented in both civil and martial arts, and he liked to use words to squeeze others, but he never thought that he would be slapped in the face by Nie Feng here today.

And those soldiers in the army who were wary and hostile to Nie Feng suddenly changed their impression of Nie Feng.

Nie Feng's response to Qiu Yong'an could not be more clear about the positions of both sides, and he also pointed out Qiu Yong'an's bad intentions. They are not fools with arrears of IQ, so of course they understand Qiu Yong'an's intentions.

Those disdainful eyes shifted to Qiu Yong'an, and some soldiers in the army nodded at Nie Feng.

Although Nie Feng is not in their group, as long as he is not on the side of the aristocratic family and waits until he enters the martial arts pavilion in the future, then everyone will be in the same robe.

In this way, although Nie Feng greatly offended the children of the aristocratic family represented by Qiu Yong'an, he also won the recognition of the forces in the army for himself.

Through the meeting with Dai Xingde, Nie Feng knew from the very beginning that he wanted to gain a foothold in the Martial Arts Pavilion.

So he ignored Qiu Yong'an's fire-breathing eyes, and sat down very close to those warriors in the army.

Nie Feng didn't bother to get close to these people either, he sat on the futon calmly.

This made many warriors in the army nod secretly.

"You bastard..."

Wei Wuji, who had a violent temper, was extremely upset, so he suddenly stood up and shouted at Nie Feng angrily.

"Third brother!"

Fang Guanyu immediately pulled him back, and said in a deep voice, "This is not a place for you to be impulsive."

There was a lot of commotion here, and the icy eyes of the martial arts warriors sitting on the spot had already swept over. If Wei Wuji shot impulsively at this time, the former would definitely throw him out without hesitation.

That is tantamount to losing the qualification to participate in the assessment!

Wei Wuji also understood this, glared at Nie Feng angrily, and sat down again unwillingly.

He held back his anger and said to Fang Guanyu: "Brother, we must not let this kid go easily!"

"I know…"

Fang Guanyu patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, and a gloomy expression appeared on Junxiu's face: "Wait until we get to the examination site, and then worry about it. As long as the three of us are united, are we afraid that we will be wronged by a boy from other places?"

Qiu Yongan also sat down again, and said in a low voice: "When the time comes, let me slap his face!"

The three of them murmured and calculated, casting hostile glances at Nie Feng from time to time.

Nie Feng turned a deaf ear to this and quietly waited for the Fire Department's assessment to begin.

As time went by, more and more people came to this big room, and in the end there were as many as four or five hundred people, filling all the futons.

Half a moment later, a middle-aged warrior with a solemn expression walked in.

His eyes swept over the faces of all the Star Warriors participating in the assessment, and then said in a deep voice: "I am Feng Hong, the head of the fire department of Haoyuan Martial Arts Pavilion, and I will be in charge of this year's fire department assessment."

"I announce that the Ministry of Fire assessment has officially begun!"

As soon as the voice fell, the audience fell silent!

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