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As soon as the magic mirror came out, the atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense, and all the people immediately gave out all kinds of frightened voices.

"I feel this It's too hard, that's the first level "

" yes, although Heilong mountain temple is the last of the four inheritance places, there are three nails in the rotten boat. It's not easy to be a registered disciple! "

"No, I I feel like a huge whirlpool in the stone mirror. My head hurts... "

Qin Sheng was also deeply shocked by the magic mirror.

Although it's a stone mirror, it's made of unknown stone. It's absolutely a big hand at a glance. It's magnificent and breathtaking, which makes Qin Sheng feel very depressed.

Qin Sheng's face was awe inspiring. He quickly turned the immortal magic skill to resist repression.

His spirit realm is only one line away from the achievement of Holy Spirit. He felt pressure before he accepted the examination. It can be imagined how terrible it is!

"Ah, my head is going to crack..."

Everyone looked around and saw that a weak disciple was kneeling on one knee, groaning with his head in his arms, and could not extricate himself from the pain on his face. In the crowd, there are those who can't bear the pressure and pass out directly. It's obviously the exhaustion of soul power.

"Hum!! It's too late to quit. "

The old man looked around, his long sideburns and eyebrows swept across the starry sky. The void would be torn apart, and the gloomy and serious voice would ring all over the world.

The assessment of registered disciples is very cruel, the quota is limited, and the strength is supreme. In the future, becoming a registered disciple will get many resources cultivation in the heritage areas, but there will also be many difficult challenges. Those who withdraw or faint without assessment are not worthy of being a registered disciple in the eyes of the elderly.

All of a sudden, all around the moment quiet down.

Wei Chi Yan looks at Qin Sheng, who is rapidly adjusting his breath. Qin Sheng's face was a little white and his teeth were closed. He didn't look very embarrassed.

Qin Sheng is the youngest and rare level 5 working disciple he has ever seen. He has amazing talent. If he can polish to level 9, he will win a lot. After all, there is still a big gap between level five and level nine!

"It's not so easy to be a registered disciple. He wants to be quick but can't reach the goal. Qin Sheng has talent, which is not bad for this year and a half."

Weichi Yan persuades again.

"Thank you for your advice, deacon, but I insist on participating!"

Qin Sheng shook his head and insisted.

Hearing this, Yuchi Yan's face sank and he stopped talking.

After all, he is also a real Holy Land strongman. Although he is only a holy land, looking at the whole Heilong mountain temple is nothing at all.

But the holy one has the dignity of the Holy One. The genius is only the genius after all. It's still a hundred thousand miles away from the Holy One.

Yuchi Yan said with a smile: "I have seen a lot of such talents. I am proud and arrogant! Well, it's better to knock you through the magic mirror. "

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Assessment begins!

The old man looked at the list in his hand and said, "first, Lin Yuan!"

"To!" A man in a strong black suit strides forward.

Lin Yuan, a thin and refined man, is full of violence between his eyebrows. His breath is so fierce that he wants to reach the semi holy land. He was carrying a black dragon gun. There was a holy stripe on the tough gun. The blade of the gun was cold light. It was a valuable holy weapon.

"Lin Yuan, only twenty-eight years old, has been a level nine slave for many years."

"I heard that he once killed many bandits at the peak of Vientiane."

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