Early morning of the third day.
“Quality is more important than quantity.”
"From now on, White Gray will not take the initiative to invest unless there are special circumstances."
Li Mo pushed the door open and entered the room.
The first thing I saw was a beautiful figure combing her smooth black hair in front of the mirror.
"Are you okay?"
“Better than before.”
Ying Bing's porcelain-like face seemed to have become a little redder.
She opened her pulse.
Successfully opening the meridians means no longer having a blocked meridian, and it also means that the hidden talent will be revealed to the world again.
This is inseparable from the bottle of Pure Yang Pill.
"Come and have breakfast." Li Mo smiled.
Ying Bing picked up the bowl and said softly, "Thank you."
"What?"
Li Mo paused slightly and his eyes widened.
Bingtuozi, can actually say thank you?
Shocked.
"I didn't hear you clearly, what did you just say?"
Li Mo wasn't so sure.
Ying Bing said nothing and started drinking the porridge.
When it was bright, the two had breakfast and went downstairs together.
Today is the day when Qingyuan Sect is founded.
When the carriage had traveled several dozen miles, it could no longer move because there were too many people, all crowded on the official road.
He could only get down and walk. The scene made Li Mo a little nervous.
There are young people everywhere around, and it feels like doing morning exercises in the playground during my school days.
It took about half an incense stick of time.
In front of us, we can see the mountain gate of Qingyuan Sect, and there are many disciples of Qingyuan Sect wearing various costumes. In front of the disciples, seven deacons are sitting in front of a large desk.
"clang--"
"clang--"
"clang--"
Three morning bells rang.
"The first step in martial arts training is to develop a strong foundation. If one's foundation is too weak, it will be difficult to make any progress in the martial arts. Even if one makes great efforts, it will be in vain."
"Those with low roots should not waste their time and can leave on their own."
A short, fat old man with red cheeks rolled by with a voice like thunder.
No one left.
Anyone who comes here either has a plan in mind or won't cry until they see the coffin. Now they have reached the mountain gate.
You're here anyway.
Seeing this, the short and fat old man waved his hand and said:
"Then line up and come up one by one to touch the bones."
As soon as he finished speaking, countless young boys and girls, under the supervision of Qingyuan Sect disciples, consciously lined up for testing.
The deacons seemed to have practiced some special skills. They could roughly know the other person's strength by just patting the tester on the shoulder.
"Wu Ping, next in line, come over."
"He Haikuo, Ding Zhong."
"Qian Ningning, Mr. Ding..."
The Qingyuan Sect divides people's physique into four levels: A, B, C, and D. Anyone who is at level C is eligible to enter the sect.
There are many factors that determine talent, and physique is just one of them. Having a grade C physique means you have the entry ticket to martial arts.
Even so, out of ten, only one or two are above grade C.
Just the first level will probably screen out 80% of the people.
Above Class A?
Then they can only be classified as Class A.
“It may not be accurate, but the vast majority of people with a Cyan Destiny or above have successfully passed.”
Li Mo was standing in line, with his divine eye open the whole time.
"Come up, little girl."
The old woman in front waved.
As Ying Bing walked out of the crowd, he was met with countless gazes.
Just because she is so beautiful...
Standing there coldly and calmly, the surroundings seemed to be completely silent, making it impossible to ignore him.
Li Mo touched his chin.
According to his experience of reading novels, if nothing unexpected happens, there are two possibilities.
Either a complete monster or a complete loser.
With great luck, it is impossible for me to be lost in the crowd...
"hiss......"
As expected.
The old woman's brows furrowed instantly.
She became much more serious, her energy sank into her dantian, and her robes moved without wind. She was actually planning to use her internal energy to check the other person's bones.
The commotion here made everyone look over.
Even the other deacons became curious.
Even if the root bones are tested at level A, it would not be like this.
The next moment, the old woman deacon's voice spread throughout the venue:
"Ying Bing, armor up!"
Her tone was complicated, shocking and excited.
The crowd was in an uproar.
Those with Grade A qualifications are rare in the history of Qingyuan Sect.
Murong Xiao, who was just known as the Qilin child of Ziyang Mansion, was only ranked below A.
Even so, Murong Xiao was rated as the number one genius in the past ten years.
Li Mo: “…”
It seems to be the former.
Being stared at by all kinds of eyes, Ying Bing became the center of the crowd.
The girl herself was neither sad nor happy.
Because she knew it was nothing.
The reason why she is ranked A-A is because the highest rank in Qingyuan Sect is only A-A.
"You are not surprised by praise or criticism. This kind of mentality is rare. I look forward to your performance on the Stairway to Heaven."
The short and fat elder couldn't help but admire.
Touching bones is only to eliminate those who are not qualified to practice martial arts.
The second stage is the real comprehensive test of one’s talent.
Stone steps to heaven!
Bones are not the whole of talent, but based on the bones in the armor, it is impossible for this girl to do badly in the second level.
The initiation ceremony has just begun.
The culprit may have already appeared.
Ying Bing nodded and stood among the people who passed.
The complacency and pride on the faces of the young boys and girls who had passed the first level disappeared silently.
They were still thinking about how to enter the inner door.
Ying Bing is at least a true disciple.
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