Strange, why do I think this way? Am I old? The girl is in self-reflection.

"Sister Jialan." Just as Loran Hill was thinking, a cheerful voice sounded from the side.

She turned around and saw that it was the other girl who had been on the same stage with her just now, whose name seemed to be Tang Nanlian.

"Is Sister Jialan a local?" the girl with a voice as sweet as an oriole asked curiously.

"Well, why do you ask that?" Loran Hill blinked under the veil.

"Because he doesn't look like her. He seems to come from another big family."

Sigh, is my ability to disguise so poor? The girl couldn't help but recall that in the past, when she was the successor of Carites, she was also discovered by Jelinek that day.

"Because Sister Jialan is so calm and composed, and her aura is very subtle, giving off the feeling of a master. Yes, that's right, she looks very powerful." The young girl clasped her hands together and praised her own analogy.

After hearing this explanation, Loran Hill shook his head helplessly, not knowing how to answer this lively girl.

Fortunately, this girl was very outgoing. Seeing that Loran Hill was not very averse to her, she happily introduced herself.

"My name is Tang Nanlian, I'm from Shuiming Town. I want to be the best doctor in the world in the future." She said this while patting her slightly heaving chest.

"My name is Jialan. I'm from Minzezhou, I guess. Actually, I lived a secluded life before and didn't know much about the outside world." Loran Hill recalled the way he introduced himself in the past.

"Why do you want to become the best doctor in the world?" she asked curiously.

"Because it's awesome." The girl clenched her fists.

"Sister Jialan, think about it. If a girl gets involved in violence, there might be all kinds of rumors and gossip. There aren't many other suitable professions for her."

"Besides, it would be great to be a famous doctor. Not only can you make a lot of money, but you will also be respected by others. Those masters and nobles will beg you for help. It's such a happy thing." Little stars seemed to appear in the girl's eyes.

"Hehe, I think he wants to be pampered and praised." Loran Hill said with a smile.

"Of course, isn't this the wish of all girls? I just want to live this kind of life." She said shamelessly, with a proud look on her pretty and tender face and her eyes wide open.

"Maybe, but some things can't last forever." Loran Hill looked at the girl.

"Hey, Sister Jialan, you're not thinking right. Why does it have to take so long to do something? Besides, anything is possible."

"If something has to last a long time to be worth trying and doing, then that would be too boring, just like, just like, the old man in the town who always likes to preach." The girl pondered over the words.

"Yes, that's right. It's like when I see a red fruit on the roadside, I want to taste it, no matter if it's sour or not."

"Hehe, that's right. Actually, you are not wrong." Loran Hill saw a special vitality in her. Looking back at himself, he was sometimes too obsessed with the so-called correctness and ignored the joy of life.

"Yeah, I'm right, right? Hehe." After being praised, the girl laughed happily like a cat being stroked.

Afterwards, the two continued to chat about the screening process and the second round of assessments. As time passed, the preliminary round gradually came to an end.

After this preliminary screening, about 200 people entered the second round.

The platform was divided into several grids again, and the newcomers who were called by their numbers walked onto the stage one by one to be tested in sparring by the masters of those sects.

"Number 62, Tang Nanlian."

"Here, here." The girl in light green gauze stepped onto the platform and waved to Loran Hill before leaving.

"I'll go up first, Sister Jialan."

"Go ahead, I wish you good luck." Loran Hill waved in response.

The two of them are of similar height and look about the same age, so why is one being called sister? This thought popped up in the girl's mind, but before she had time to think about it, another voice rang out.

"Number 65, Jialan."

"Okay." She stood up, picked up a handy iron sword from the shelf beside her, and walked onto the stage.

Compared to the preliminary round, this time it is more serious, and newcomers participating in the selection can use unsharpened weapons.

"Hello, my name is Jialan, and I'm from Minzezhou." Loran Hill bowed slightly and looked at the old man in front of him.

He was about forty or fifty years old, wearing a blue and white cloth robe and a blue cloth turban with five-colored silk threads wrapped around it. His hands were slightly behind his back, holding a long sword in his rough hands, which had not yet been unsheathed.

After seeing Loran Hill come on stage, he nodded slightly, as if he thought the girl in front of him had light and balanced steps, which was very good.

"Attack me with the weapons in your hands and use all your skills. Let's start." He didn't waste any time and spoke directly.

"yes."

Loran Hill stood on the stage, looking at the old man in front of him. He paused for a moment and slowly raised the long sword in his hand from his side.

The ordinary iron sword in his hand was like autumn water, stained with the mist from the mountains, rivers and swamps. When he raised it, the mist also crossed the sword edge and gathered at the tip of the sword.

The crystal clear water droplets were cut in half by the cold air, and then the sword tip, like an invisible cold light, pierced straight into the face of the old man in front of him.

The brief moment seemed as long as a century. When the old man came to his senses, a long sword was already placed in front of his neck. Although it had not been stabbed yet, the coldness of the sword tip still made him dare not move.

The hazy mist dissipated, and the neck felt cool, and the figure of the girl in front of him gradually became clear.

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