This was a simple farewell between Zhao Li and the two, but his group came from treasure ships more than ten meters high to the foot of Xiaoyao Sect through a wide boat ladder.

At this time, the foot of the mountain was already crowded, and all the young men and women were sitting cross-legged on the earth, staring at the treasure ship with envy.

Not all regions are lucky enough to ride on the treasure ship, and Zhao Li and the others are just benefiting from Ye Yao.

"Boom..." Another loud noise, the treasure ship had already left the earth and quickly took off to the sky. The next stop of Tianlang and the others was probably the address of the five major sects.

Zhao Li and his group of seventeen people also consciously selected a quiet place, silently retreated, waiting for the gathering of electives from all over Dixuan Continent to come.

In this way, everyone was at the foot of Mount Mier, and had more than a dozen days of dust and finally arrived on the fifteenth day of dust.

In Dixuan Continent, the last group of elective practitioners also arrived from the demon ship. At this time, the number of martial practitioners who elected Xiaoyao Sect in the entire continent had reached 3,800.

Zhao Li kept paying attention to everyone and found that the information revealed from the conversations among the crowd was 78 of the excellent talent level.

She is an ordinary talented person, and some of them are very confident and probably have received similarly good potential evaluations.

The remaining two thousand Sheren were all candidate martial artists, whose strength was above 1,200 and below 1,500. They were all the same as Li Yu's strength. These candidate martial artists came directly to recruit external disciples, which seemed very straightforward.

………

"Okay, my name is Luo Fu, I am the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect. Now, all the electives in the mainland have been here. The candidates for martial arts are left to wait for the post. Please come with me."

Xiaoyao Sect is in charge of the overall situation, not the earth-level ghost swordsman strongman, but a demon hunter with perfect gold force.

After briefly introducing himself, this person immediately began the assessment arrangements with decisiveness. It is worth noting that Zhao Li only explained Luo Fu's words that he had known the difference between Xiaoyao Sect's treatment of electives and candidate martial arts practitioners.

One is to invite, and the other is to wait for the post...

Behind Luo Fu, there were hundreds of golden martial artists. As soon as these hundred golden martial artists appeared, Zhao Li and three thousand coats immediately felt a strong pressure, as if they were coming from the sky.

"What a strong aura..." Although these gold-level martial artists are far inferior to those of the earth-level powerhouses, this level gap is far from being resisted by electives who have not really stepped into the threshold.

Almost at the same time, the three thousand Sheren, no matter what talent they had, felt an endless pressure, like a mountain standing straight in the crowd.

"Dong, dongdong..." A series of crisp sounds, nearly half of the people could not bear the pressure breath, and they were kneeling heavily on the ground.

Most of these nearly two thousand Shezhe people are candidate martial artists, and a small number of them actually happen to elective practitioners.

What's more, he completely lost his previous vigor and style, and was pressed on the ground, making him feel very embarrassed.

"The martial arts practitioner who was pressed down on the ground consciously walked out of the circle...

"The electives who were suppressed and kneeled down should also walk out of the circle consciously. In a few days, someone else sent you back to the mountain gate." Luo Fu simply said a word, and then led a hundred golden warriors to the deep mountains.

The earth-level ghost swordsman powerful man had disappeared at some point. Perhaps his existence was just a kind of respect for the arrival of the mercenary union.

“So cruel…”

The assessment has not yet begun, and it is just a pressure, which has defeated nearly a thousand people. The handsome man has a serious face, perhaps shocked by the majesty of the sect.

After all, even if the Xiaoyao Sect is a very free sect, it is still a sect at the peak of its power.

But behind, there were bursts of shouting, and the group of young people who could not withstand the pressure were destined to be a tragedy.

Martial arts are the most respected, and the weak are prey on the weak; the strong are admired and the weak are despised, which is full of utmost importance at this moment.

And Zhao Li, at the same time, a sense of pride also arises in his chest and abdomen.

"Xiaoyao Sect, I'm here..."

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PS: After writing this, it was originally a volume, but there was no need to monitor it, so there is no subdivision. The exciting plot will be entered soon.
Chapter completed!