The cultivator in front of him took the bag expressionlessly, slowly opened it, and began to count it leisurely.
One, two... When I counted the last one, I made sure that the number was exactly one hundred.
There were not too many, not too few. He nodded slightly, and said in a calm but cold tone: "You can go. But let me be frank. If you fail the selection, you will most likely lose your life. Even if you die, it will be your own fault. Are you willing?"
After hearing this, the middle-aged man didn't even have time to think. He nodded hurriedly and said eagerly like pounding garlic: "Yes, yes! I do!" The fanaticism in his eyes was as if what was in front of him was not a danger that might take his life, but a bright road leading to supreme glory.
The cultivator waved his hand upon seeing this. The middle-aged man immediately became excited and ran in the direction the cultivator pointed like a released rabbit.
Over there stood a tall and burly man. He was as strong as a bear, with a face full of flesh and a pair of fierce eyes. He looked ferocious and intimidating.
The middle-aged man came to him cautiously with full of expectation. The man squinted his eyes and glanced at him coldly, with an undisguised look of contempt on his face, as if the middle-aged man in front of him was just an insignificant ant.
Then, the man shouted at the top of his voice: "Stand still! Don't move!" The voice was like a loud bell, shaking the air around them slightly.
The middle-aged man was like a tamed lamb, obediently standing there straight, not daring to move or even breathe.
The man slowly stretched out his hand, and a stream of black Qi burst out from his palm like a turbulent undercurrent, instantly surrounding the middle-aged man. The Qi seemed to have life, circling around the middle-aged man's body.
At first, the middle-aged man's face was filled with excitement and anticipation. After all, he seemed to be only one step away from becoming a cultivator.
However, it wasn't long before a trace of fear flashed across his eyes, as if he realized that something terrible was happening.
Then, his body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably and a "wuwu" sound came from his mouth, as if he wanted to shout but something was choking his throat.
Everyone in the audience was shocked by this sudden change. The originally noisy crowd suddenly became quiet. Everyone stared at the stage in a trance with their eyes wide open. They didn't know what was going on. Everyone's heart was filled with confusion and fear.
Everyone saw the middle-aged man standing there, shaking violently, his body twisted beyond all shape, as if he was suffering from crazy torture from some invisible force, as if he had been electrocuted.
After a while, there was a "thump" and the middle-aged man fell straight to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Everyone looked at him and was stunned with fear. Their expressions froze instantly. The middle-aged man was no longer breathing. His life seemed to be taken away in an instant. He became shrunken and turned into a mummy.
The originally rosy face now became as rough and cracked as tree bark, and his eyes were wide open, as if there were still lingering fear and unwillingness before death.
It was such a horrifying scene that even the common people present, who had seen some of the world in their daily lives, were frightened to the point of turning pale and their bodies trembling slightly involuntarily.
The man had no expression on his face. He glanced at everyone coldly and said lightly: "There is not a trace of spiritual energy in him. He is not suitable to be a cultivator. Next!" The tone of his voice was as if he was talking about a very ordinary matter.
When Bailong and Xiaobao saw this scene, they couldn't help but gasp, their hearts filled with shock and fear.
The scene just now was so weird. A living person turned into a lifeless mummy in just a few moments.
It was obvious that the yang energy in his body had been completely sucked away, and he was like a fruit that had been drained of its juice.
They have been in the spiritual world for many years and have seen many strange things, but they have never seen such a bizarre way of selecting cultivators. This completely overturned their understanding of normal selection.
Zhou Bin looked at the miserable state of the middle-aged man, frowning tightly, with doubts in his heart. He thought to himself: What kind of sect is this so-called Tengyun Sect? Why does it have such evil magic that can suck away a person's yang energy in an instant and turn a living person into a mummy?
This is not the selection of cultivators at all, it is clearly taking the opportunity to kill innocent lives. Their actions are exactly the same as those of the evil gods in the legend.
Zhou Bin's heart suddenly became alert, and he realized that this so-called Tengyun Sect must be hiding a huge problem. He originally planned to turn around and leave, but now he changed his mind and decided to stay and see what was going on, and he must find out what kind of conspiracy was hidden behind it.
After the people around were surprised, they gradually returned to their previous state after a while. They seemed to have collectively lost their memory and turned a blind eye to the horrific scene just now, as if nothing had happened.
Everyone's face was filled with excitement again, as if the death and fear just now were just an illusory dream.
Everyone's eyes were once again directed towards the stage. The cultivators on the stage also acted as if nothing had happened, as if everything that had just happened was just a trivial episode.
They just ordered people to carry the middle-aged man's corpse out as if nothing had happened, and then continued to select.
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