Pirate’s Infinite Wings

After finishing speaking, the white-haired old man stood aside, looking at a group of young and strong men below with a hint of expectant smile.

However, the young man below fell silent.

"There are only nine grades in total, but the minimum requirement is seven grades. Jiutian Palace is really strict in selecting disciples!" Fang Lang sighed secretly when he heard the words.

Before coming, he naturally also inquired about the situation of Jiutian Palace. As far as he knew, the Blood Demon Sword King at that time, that is, his cheap master, barely reached level 7 in the test results at that time.

Just now, Lord Blood Demon Saber has a very strong personality. He doesn't like the number of registered disciples, so he despises it instead, which makes many soldiers from the Eighteen Kingdoms of Beihai full of regret.

In addition, none of the four kings and five Tianjiao of this generation have reached level 7. Even the most gifted king is only a 6th grade genius.

Therefore, after the voice of the white-haired old man fell, many young Jie Jun did not move. They all know their talent, and rather than stepping up and bringing shame on themselves, they should be honest and look for other opportunities after reaching this level.

Also, many of the young receivers have already been tested during this session, so there is no need to be tested again.

Of course, it cannot be said that everyone is not interested in this test. At least the new young Jie Jun has a curious and eager face.

"I'll give it a try!"

With a loud shout, a figure rushed onto the round platform.

This is a young man in yellow clothes, very young, not much older than Ye Zi, he is in Wu Jun's fifth grade

"This is my first time in heaven. I'm curious about it. Please don't laugh at me if the test results are low in the future!"

The young man in yellow looked a little embarrassed, he glanced nervously at the white-haired old man next to him, and then slowly put his right hand on the crystal ball.

Below, the crowd also watched with interest. Although he thought that the young man could not meet the requirements, he was still idle. There's no harm in watching the excitement.

The palm of the young man in yellow was placed on the crystal ball, and a beam of dazzling white light burst out from the crystal ball, emitting a dazzling light.

"Third-level talent, unqualified!" The white-haired old man suddenly shook his head and sighed.

"Only level 3?"

When the young man in yellow heard this, he immediately lowered his head, looking disappointed.

He is really young, only 40 years old, and he already has Wu Jun's five-level attainment. His talent is indeed extraordinary, but he didn't expect to only reach the third level.

"Children, don't sigh, you know most of us have only one or two talents!" Some people saw the disappointed expression of the young man in yellow, and immediately shouted enviously.

The same goes for Wu Zhao, Gongsun Xuan and Fengfeng.

"Wu Sheng? It's only been a few thousand years. It's really amazing. With his talent, I always guessed that he has reached the peak of Wu Zun. I don't think he can go further and be listed as a Wu Sheng. Even if In ancient times, he was also a strong man." The white-haired old man's face was full of emotion.

Later, the white-haired old man looked at Fang Lang and smiled, "I think your boy is still young, but his attainments are not weaker than the original Blood Demon Sword King. I'm afraid your talent is not weaker than him. Try it."

This sentence, the white-haired old man did not pass the sound, everyone heard it.

"Obey your senior's orders!" Fang Lang heard the words, and then slowly put his palm on the crystal ball, and a fiery white light gradually burst out from the crystal ball.

Fang Lang was a little happy. He observed it for such a long time and compared it carefully. The stronger the light, the higher the talent.

But Fang Lang didn't notice the disappointed face of the white-haired old man.

"Talent level five, unqualified!" The white-haired old man shook his head and sighed.

"Hmm..." Fang Lang was taken aback suddenly, his face was full of surprise, and the smile on his face froze.

Wow!

The crowd below was also surprised. Everyone's expressions were full of suspicion.

Fang Lang's strength was all in the First World War. At his age, to have such strength, the talent is definitely the first generation of young people.

However, the test standard of the crystal ball has been verified through countless tests, and the treasures left over from ancient times will naturally not go wrong.

Therefore, when they heard that Fang Lang's talent was only level 5, they were all shocked.

Level 5, although it is also very high, is the same as the original Wu Tianjiao's test result, but I know that Tian Ye's score far exceeds Wu Tianjiao's!

As a result, not only the white-haired old man was disappointed, but many people were also disappointed.

Fang Lang was startled, then smiled. Some of them casually said, "Five talents? Well, it's not too bad." Then they bowed and walked towards the round platform below.

There was a flash of appreciation in the eyes of the white-haired old man, and he nodded with a smile, "Yes, sometimes talent doesn't determine everything. The stupid bird flies first. Heaven rewards hard work, and talent can sometimes be created with your own hands."

Fang Lang nodded when he heard the words. At this time, he also wanted to know his talent clearly. He didn't have any special blood, and the martial soul was blue.

Such test results are nothing.

Fang Lang knew that his strongest talent was to devour the soul of Wu Guo, and he had various opportunities, one test, and nothing.

In the end, it comes down to strength.

Think about it, Fang Lang felt relieved for a while, and stood with Mu Bingxue with a happy face, no more knots in his heart.

Not far away, the king withdrew his eyes, which were not as majestic as before.

Gongsun Xuanhe's calm expression remained unchanged, because Fang Lang's talent and their

no different. With Fang Lang's strength, they still feel fear.

"Hmph!" Wu Zhao snorted coldly, feeling relieved. He was also worried about how talented Fang Lang was when he saw the white-haired old man chatting so happily with Fang Lang before, and he was also relieved now. "that's all!"

Wu Zhao sneered in his heart. Although Fang Lang's talent was similar to his, his self-confidence was already stronger than Fang Lang's.

The surrounding crowd gradually calmed down after experiencing a period of disappointment.

The four kings stared blankly at the ice and snow on the truncated cone, their faces solemn.

Compared with Fang Lang just now, the white-haired old man was more enthusiastic about Mu Bingxue and received some special treatment. He actually handed the crystal ball to the wooden ice and snow himself. This has never happened before.

Mu Bingxue was also a little flattered. She looked at Fang Lang next, and after receiving Fang Lang's encouraging gaze, she raised her arm and slowly placed her palm on the crystal ball.

"Boom!"

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