The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

Before he finished speaking, Zhan Nianchuan rushed towards Brother Long like a tiger, so fast that only a shadow remained!

"Oh, you're pretty fast."

Li Dalong was startled, and then disdainfully poured all his magic power into the long sword. Suddenly, the sword light was swallowed and spit out, and the sword body instantly grew several feet long, and slashed at Zhan Nianchuan head-on.

He shouted: "Go to hell, little errand boy!"

The distance between the two sides quickly closed, and the flesh was about to face the sword light!

It was time to decide the winner.

"Hehe, Brother Long is too stable, and he still used magic weapons to deal with a little errand boy!"

"That's right, can't you just use your fists to kill him?"

"Brother Long, you are too cruel."

The disciples in the peak who were watching talked and laughed easily, and didn't take Zhan Nianchuan seriously at all. There was no suspense.

The third level of Qi Condensation fought against the fourth level, and bare hands fought against sharp magic weapons.

There was no fight at all.

Although Lin Hongzhi stood with his hands behind his back and looked indifferent, he had actually been paying attention to the battle situation here. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but sneer.

"Idiot, you actually want to fight against the magic weapon with your body. Do you think you can take the sword with your bare hands like ordinary people?"

However, he couldn't laugh in a flash, and his eyes became unbelievable.

In a flash, Zhan Nianchuan suddenly changed from rushing forward to leaping up, and the sword light directly pierced into the air.

One leg kicked out in the air and hit Li Dalong's head heavily.

This kick was so powerful that if it was hit hard, it was possible that the head would burst.

In the critical moment, Li Dalong still showed his extraordinary adaptability. He suddenly retracted his head and pounced forward, just like a rolling gourd rolling several times, making a mess and almost rolling off the high platform.

Li Dalong raised his head angrily, and just happened to meet the brothers who were dazed at the side of the stage. The scene was as embarrassing as it could be.

He twitched his face and forced a smile, "I was careless..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the faces of the brothers changed. Li Dalong screamed in his heart that it was not good, and immediately rolled to the left, avoiding the rough trampling of Zhan Nianchuan who fell from the sky at the last second.

A foot stepped heavily on his original position, making a dull sound.

The many disciples in the peak who were watching nearby were stunned for a moment, and then began to cheer for Li Dalong again.

"Brother Long's dodge was beautiful, and his movements were so agile!"

"Come on, Brother Long, beat the little errand boy!"

"Brother Long, I came to see you after the competition, stop playing, and show him how powerful you are!"

Amid the booing of many disciples on the side, Li Dalong, who had rolled several times, really couldn't bring himself to pick up the magic weapon that fell on the ground. When he saw Zhan Nianchuan, who seemed to be smiling, he immediately became angry.

He grinned and said loudly: "You little errand boy, you're so fast. Let's see if you can dodge my punch."

After saying that, he shouted loudly, his muscles knotted up, and he poured all his magic power into his fists. His fists were faintly earthy yellow. There was no doubt that this was a rare cultivator in Xuantian Sect who mainly practiced earth-attributed skills.

The earth was thick and heavy, and he was naturally strong in strength and defense. In addition, he had a strong body and a higher level of cultivation than Zhan Nianchuan. He didn't believe that Zhan Nianchuan could take this punch.

Don't look at the higher level of cultivation, the higher the level of cultivation, the higher the sky!

Even though he had dodged in a mess just now, it didn't shake his confidence at all. This kid was just agile. As long as his fists were hard enough, he could break the trick with force.

Seeing Li Dalong's solemn expression and the earthy yellow light of his fist, the disciples who were watching got excited and boasted loudly:

"Brother Long is finally serious, this little errand boy is dead."

"Will the little errand boy's bones be broken after this punch?"

"Brother Long, my brother! Go!"

Amid the cheers and encouragement from the crowd on the sidelines, Li Dalong laughed grimly, exhaled, jumped up, and punched Zhan Nianchuan who was standing motionless on the stage.

To everyone's surprise, Zhan Nianchuan was extremely calm and still stood there without any intention of dodging.

The wind from his fist whistled, and Zhan Nianchuan's hair kept flying in the wind.

"Good boy, you dare to despise your Lord Long! I will send you to the west now." Li Dalong was surprised at first and then overjoyed, and his fist became heavier, and the earthy yellow light of his fist was brighter, and he used all his magic power to the extreme.

Zhan Nianchuan moved.

He punched straight out, and it seemed that he wanted to fight against Li Dalong, who was good at physical strength and defense.

Many audiences in the audience were smiling and watching happily.

Lin Hongzhi, who was far away, saw this scene, showed a trace of disdain, and uttered two words, "Idiot!"

The fists of both sides hit each other directly.

There was a loud "bang" accompanied by a shrill scream. In the shocked eyes of the onlookers, Li Dalong's fist suddenly deformed and almost shattered, blood spurted out, and flew back several feet on the spot and fell on the stage, howling and rolling around with his hands.

The whole audience was silent.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the calm boy standing on the stage.

After a long while, the onlookers finally reacted. Several of them shouted "Brother Long" and jumped onto the stage to feed Li Dalong the elixir and carried him out of the stage to heal his injuries.

"Brother Long...he lost already?"

"What else?"

"Awesome, I didn't expect there would be such a tough guy among the errand boys this time."

"Tsk tsk, luckily I didn't meet him in this fight, he's too tough."

The disciples watching nearby now looked at Zhan Nianchuan with a solemn and even fearful look. With one punch, he directly and violently crushed Li Dalong, who was at the fourth level of Qi Condensation. This strength was not ordinary.

Facing the eyes of everyone, the young man remained calm.

"Excuse me, the opponent has left the stage. I guess I won this game, right?"

Zhan Nianchuan looked at the examiner and spoke very politely.

"Yes, yes, No. 47 B won!"

The examiner was still in a daze. Hearing this, he quickly drew a line on the list with his finger and announced the result of the fight.

Hearing the result of the fight, Lin Hongzhi's face in the distance suddenly became extremely gloomy. He couldn't believe it anyway. Zhan Nianchuan, a waste, actually defeated Li Dalong and won.

In this case, even he, the inspector, was powerless, because Zhan Nianchuan defeated the peak disciple at the fourth level of Qi Condensation. This kind of record is considered a failure in the assessment? Absolutely impossible.

This means that this guy passed the test and became an outer disciple, becoming the junior brother of Senior Sister Tong Xi.

Watching Zhan Nianchuan pass the test, Lin Hongzhi felt as uncomfortable as if he was forced to eat ten thousand green-headed flies.

His face was livid, and he paced a few steps with his hands behind his back. After thinking about it, he had to accept such a result. He snorted coldly at Zhan Nianchuan's figure going away.

"You are lucky, kid. Don't run into me during the competition, otherwise I will break your bones!"