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"The Kuiyuan Secret Realm is about to open……"

"Because each faction can only admit 100 disciples, we will conduct a selection test next. From all the disciples under the age of 20 who participated in the selection, we will select the top 100 who will be qualified to enter the secret realm."

"As for the selection rules, they are very simple. They are divided into two stages. The first stage is to enter the trial ground and hunt monsters. The ranking is based on the number of monster cores obtained in one day."

"The second phase is divided into two rounds……"

In the sect square, the second great elder Feng Yin, a middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples but not old-fashioned, with an elegant appearance, presided over the selection and explained to the disciples what kind of existence the Kuiyuan Secret Realm was, as well as the process and rules of this selection.

The square was surrounded by onlookers. In the center, in front of the hall where Feng Yin was standing, countless disciples lined up, numbering about a thousand.

These thousands of disciples were the ones who would participate in the selection next, and among them, there were many disciples wearing inner sect clothing.

At the end of the crowd.

A man wearing the clothes of a miscellaneous disciple stood there, somewhat out of tune with the crowd, attracting countless eyes.

"Is that Ye Fan?"

"It should be!"

"He looks pretty good, but I don't sense any trace of cultivation from him.……"

"A miscellaneous disciple who has no cultivation at all actually dares to participate in this selection! It's really hilarious!"

"Where did he get the courage? Did he rely on the earth-level technique given to him by the sect? Or the ten soul-transforming pills?"

"The problem is that he has ordinary spiritual roots. What's the point of giving him a ground-level technique? Hasn't he even entered the Qi Refining Stage for such a long time?"

"Oh, I don't know what the sect is thinking, but this kid is really lucky.……"

"Hey! You can't say that! What if he can also rely on luck to get the qualification to enter the secret realm this time? When he enters the secret realm, if he is lucky enough to reshape his spiritual roots, relying on the earth-level skills, it will probably not take long for his cultivation to rise sharply and enter the inner gate. When we see him at that time, I am afraid we will have to bow to him!"

"Hahahaha!"

"I'm dying of laughter. Why don't you say that he had better luck and could have directly reshaped a spiritual vein?"

"Moreover, no one knows how many people will target him this time. No matter how lucky he is, he will not be able to qualify to enter the secret realm!"

"With good luck, it's possible to get the last place! Hahahaha!"

Among the disciples participating in the selection, there were countless eyes secretly looking at Ye Fan.

Their eyes were all filled with disdain and contempt.

Everyone was determined.

After the trial began, if they met, they would be the first to eliminate Ye Fan!

A miscellaneous disciple with ordinary spiritual roots, who was lucky enough to obtain a ground-level technique, dared to compete with them on the same stage?

It's ridiculous!

Listening to the discussions and feeling the hostile eyes, Ye Fan's face was normal.

All of this had been simulated many times before, and there was no ripple in his heart. He even wanted to yawn...

Feng Yin spoke for a long time, and the bone age test finally began.

Three bone age stones were moved out.

All the disciples who wanted to participate in the selection were divided into three teams and stepped forward one by one.

"Gao Feng, outer sect disciple, middle-grade water spiritual root, age: eighteen years and three months, passed!"

"Liu Zhuangshi, inner sect disciple, top-grade fire spiritual root, age: twenty years and one month, unqualified!"

"Luo Mengxin, an outer sect disciple, top-grade water spiritual roots, age: eighteen years and five months!"

"Fei Feifei, outer disciple……"

Ye Fan stood in a team, and soon it was his turn.

"Ye Fan! Miscellaneous Disciple……"

The testing elder took a look at the jade card representing Ye Fan's identity and thought he had seen it wrong, so he looked at it carefully several times.

Ye Fan's name sounded.

In an instant, the disciples who were watching, the disciples who had passed the test, the disciples who were still waiting for the test in the team, and even the disciples who failed and were eliminated... all looked over.

The testing elder was sure that he had not seen it wrong, and his expression was a little bit surprised. Suddenly he remembered who Ye Fan was, put down the jade card, pointed to the bone age stone, and said:"Press your hand on it."

Ye Fan stretched out a palm and pressed it on the bone age stone.

A flash of spiritual light flashed on the stone, and then a stream of light floated up, with several lines of handwriting in it.

The testing elder read out:"Ye Fan, miscellaneous disciple, ordinary spiritual root, age: sixteen years and five months, qualified!" As soon as the voice fell.

The whole square suddenly burst into laughter!

And at the same time.

Another test elder's voice rang out:"Mu Yingrong, disciple of the third supreme elder Lei Ting, medium-grade thunder-type special spiritual root, age: seventeen years and ten months, passed!"

Suddenly.

The sect square that was still laughing just now was covered by an uproar.

Ye Fan looked back.

The current scene was almost exactly the same as the entrance test.

But this time.

Ye Fan no longer wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, but was extremely calm, like an ancient well!