After a simple thank you, Loran Hill stopped talking and continued to sit there without even getting up.

Wu Xingkui did not find it strange when he saw this. If Miss Jialan had such drastic mood changes like an ordinary girl, he would have looked down on her.

Afterwards, several other performers took the stage one after another, displaying their unique skills and specialties to the fullest, while the experienced masters on stage also offered comments and guidance.

Although most of them are already quite old and their strength has greatly declined, they still have their vision and can see a lot of things.

Finally, just when everyone thought it would end uneventfully, a bald man walked onto the stage.

"Number 199, Araki."

He had nothing in his hands and walked with heavy steps, like a giant beast, step by step onto the platform. His figure, nearly three meters tall, was like a mountain, looking down at the old master below.

The old master also licked his lips slightly, moistened his throat, and drew out the long knife in his hand.

"Let's start." A faint white mist floated on the old body, the blood vessels gradually filled up, and the blue veins under the skin bulged like pythons and earthworms.

"Then I'm sorry to offend you, sir." Huang Gu clasped his fists.

drink--

A roar sounded like thunder, and he stretched out his rough arms like iron pliers towards the old master below.

A long sword slashed out, chopping directly at the bronze-glowing arm. Although it had no blade, it was still extremely sharp under the blessing of the sword light.

Clang—a sound like chopping on an iron pillar was heard, the long sword was directly bounced away, and the big hand directly grabbed the head of the old master and lifted it up.

His five fingers were clasped tightly into the skull, even leaving some indentations. The old master below also had a bloodshot face and was struggling, but all the moves he used were like hitting a body of copper and iron, with no reaction at all.

"Number 199, Huang Gu, wins." As the referee's voice sounded, the tall man let go of his hand, letting the old master fall down.

"Cough cough..." The rapid coughing was accompanied by some blood foam, which sprayed on the ground of the platform, which was quite frightening to see.

"This guy is a strong man..." The audience in the stage was extremely quiet at this moment, and many people were even a little afraid of this man.

However, there was still no change in Huang Gu's expression. After simply clasping his fists, he walked down the stairs.

With the final member's competition complete, the second round of assessments also concluded. During this brief break, the factions on the four towers began to converse with one another.

"Ask the other three sects about the origins of this Huang Gu. I've never heard of him before. Judging by his size, he might be a descendant of the Thunder God. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so tall." The Red Immortal Sect's consul was a man in his thirties, playing a wooden flute and wearing a green cloth with elaborate floral patterns. Behind him stood a skilled Red Immortal Sect member, a Sequence 4.

On the high tower of Yonglei Mansion.

"This person is very fierce. If we want to recruit him as our disciple, we have to educate him." An old man with a white beard was talking about the Huanggu just now with the people around him.

"The Lord of the Mansion has decided that I don't know much about the ways of cultivation of those of you, so I won't teach you about it." The man next to him was still wearing an official uniform, and it seemed that he was the Lord of Lei Xiaze.

"That Miss Jialan, however, has a rather mysterious background. I just sent someone to inquire about her, and Min Zezhou had never heard of her before. And the Wuyu Village she mentioned is the village of the Yeyu clan, with only a few dozen households. It's impossible that there had been no news of her before."

"In other words, you came here recently?"

"It should be. Perhaps it's some master who came down the mountain to try his skills."

"That should be it. Tell the people below to be careful and not to offend him. Who knows, he might be a disciple who has come out to travel the mortal world."

"Yes."

After he finished speaking, a guard in a dark blue uniform walked down the tower behind him and began to explain some things.

In the high tower belonging to Xuanyi Palace.

"This kid Ying Canxiao didn't even say hello to us uncles before coming here. It's really...sigh." After a while, the shorter old man shook his head and sighed.

"I guess he's feeling a bit resentful. After that incident, to avoid suspicion, we separated the other members of the sect from the incident and made some cuts. Over the years, we also deliberately didn't contact the descendants of Master Ying to avoid being noticed by Yuan Longsi."

"It's the situation that forces us to do so. We, the Xuanyi Palace, can no longer afford to break our promise a second time. If there are no disciples left in Luojing, then the last remaining gate of our Xuanyi Palace in the Seven Lands of Lei will be torn down and destroyed."

"Alas...I won't say more. Regardless of whether he comes to Xuanyi Palace or not, we should help him secretly. This can be regarded as repaying the favor that the master did back then." The words of several people gradually stopped.

In the high tower of Yinmiao Village.

"The kid from the Wu family is pretty good, worthy of being the nephew of Brother Long Xi. Do you think he will come to our Yinmiao Village this time?" On the high tower, a man tapped his leg and looked at the scene below, with a small knife in his hand spinning nimbly between his fingers like a silver butterfly.

The people at the back looked at each other and replied, "I think it's a bit difficult. When that kid came to the village as a child, he always wanted to be a romantic hero, not a skilled blacksmith or a swordsman."

"Brother Long has scolded him a lot for this, but he is my sister's child after all, so it's hard to be harsh. So we can only let him go."

"Hahaha, it looks like it's another Hunjiang dragon." The laughter was loud and the lingering sound.

With the end of the assessment, a new round of registration begins. This time, there is more information to fill in, including the faction that the individual wishes to join.

"Which faction is Sister Jialan going to?" Tang Nanlian asked the girl beside her curiously.

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