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The next morning, the twenty-four disciples that were invited by the Martial Ancestor Realm had gathered together and officially began the candidate disciple exam.

Chu Mubai and Lin Yu met again.

As the old saying goes, when enemies meet, the other party's eyes would turn red. In fact, that was the truth.

Of course, Chu Mubai had no use for these, it was just that the way Lin Yu looked at him was filled with hatred, the aggressive look in his eyes, as though he wanted to cut him into pieces.

Chu Mubai had seen too many hateful looks, so naturally, he was fearless. He did not even bother to respond, and completely ignored them.

"The Martial Ancestor Realm's examination is divided into four parts. Today, you will be tested in the first part, the so-called foundational exams. You will have some basic martial arts knowledge from the Martial Arts Continent, as well as some tests on strength, speed, and talent."

The one leading them was still yesterday's Martial Sect Disciple.

After which, that person turned around and left, with the rest of the people following closely behind.

After passing through a rugged and rocky sand road, everyone arrived at Wu Zong's huge martial arts training ground. This was the place where they would carefully prepare for their assessment.

At this moment, there were many disciples from the Martial Arts Sect who came to watch the show. After all, most of the twenty-four of them were able to enter the Martial Arts Sect and would become brothers with them in the future.

There was one more thing that Chu Mubai only found out this morning, and that was what Zhang Yao had told him.

In fact, in the Martial Ancestor Realm, it was equivalent to a small-scale Martial God Continent. Other than the gigantic branch that was Wu Zong, there were also countless smaller forces.

These forces were established by different Martial Sect Disciple s, and their names included the Gate of Heavenly Water Sect, Burning Fire Sect, and so on.

Of course, not all powers could establish a foothold in the Martial Ancestor Realm. After hundreds of years of cleansing, the powers within the Martial Sect Disciple had long formed a rule.

There were a total of two first-rate powers, and they were all in charge of different Martial Sect Disciple s. There were also various channels that could be sold in the sect, such as selling pellets, talismans, stalls, and so on.

A second-rate power was subordinate to a first-rate power. There were four third-rate powers, six third-rate powers, and a total of eight fourth-rate powers!

The fourth stage was the lowest level of power and there would often be changes because every year there would be a with a thorn in his side. Before entering, he would have a strong back and would not be afraid of the heavens or the earth.

Of course, this was the Martial Ancestor Realm, a place where martial arts ruled supreme. As long as one could challenge the entire enemy force, they would be able to replace it. To a rank 4 power, this was normal.

The reason why they came here, was to recruit disciples from their hearts, to see if there were any good seedlings that were worthy of being roped in. In fact, every time they were invited to take the examination, was the best opportunity for them to discover a good member.

When everyone entered the training grounds, the exam officially began.

This time, Chu Mubai finally understood why the Martial Ancestor Realm could become such a powerful Martial Ancestor Realm. It was not only because they had a strict management system that other forces could not match up to, but also because they had a lot of knowledge that the Martial Ancestor Realm required of their warriors.

These questions naturally wouldn't be difficult for Chu Mubai, so he easily passed the first few tests.

As for speed and strength, they were also considered to be the main part of this exam. Thus, not only was their speed relatively slow, the things that they had experienced were indeed quite comical.

The test of strength was on the arena. Everyone needed to use pure, fragmented strength to block the attack of a puppet.

The puppet was a first-rate talisman. It didn't have much fighting power, but it was extremely powerful, so it was usually used for the sect's strength exam.

This was because it was not a one-time use talisman. It could be used repeatedly.

Power was the final test today. At this moment, only one person had been eliminated. Therefore, it must be said that Wu Zong had done a thorough investigation into the selection of the invited personnel.

In front of Chu Mubai was a youth dressed in black robes. The youth's face was ice-cold, like an iceberg.

His coldness and Chu Mubai's loneliness were completely different. Chu Mubai did not like to communicate with others, but the youth in front of him seemed to hate communicating with others.

The feeling he gave Chu Mubai was, an assassin! An assassin adept at hiding in the darkness and launching a fatal blow at any time!

In fact, Chu Mubai's guess was right.

However, this kind of person is very scary, because they won't say anything to you. They will just choose to make a move, and once they do, blood will be shed.

Chu Mubai was also very tactful, he did not have much interaction with this fellow, and simply did not have any desire to get to know him.

However, Chu Mubai was still surprised at his power.

Assassins didn't specialize in strength, but in speed and sharp, tricky attacks. They demanded that every attack of their own must hit the enemy's vitals, and they also needed to be impartial!

Chu Mubai only had a little understanding of the Assassin martial arts, after all, he had never truly become an Assassin.

However, when the young man in front of him was fighting the talismans and puppets on the stage, Chu Mubai was surprised to realize that not only was the young man's speed extremely fast, his attack was ruthless and had hit the vital points, and his strength was not to be underestimated.

His way of training the martial dao of assassins was definitely unique and unique.

With that thought, a thought appeared in Chu Mubai's mind.

Assassin. Although this wasn't a very popular profession, after all, they relied on killing people for money, but no matter how strong an organization was, it was impossible to leave an assassin's side!

If a martial artist represented light, then an assassin represented darkness. Whether it was the strength of a sect or a dynasty, their rise to power required light and darkness. This was because they were two double-edged swords, both indispensable!

Sometimes, what you can't do on the surface, you can only rely on the assassin, and sometimes what you can't do in the dark, you can only rely on the fighter's direct confrontation.

This was the difference.

The reason why Chu Mubai had ten Guard Group s like this, besides concealment, was also because he wanted to use them to accomplish some things in the future that would be inconvenient for him.

In this regard, he borrowed from the Shen Wu Dynasty from thirty thousand years ago.

At that time, there was a huge organization in Shen Wu Dynasty, Meteor!

Meteor's existence was enough to scare people off. It was precisely because the leader of the Meteor organization was his brother that he understood it so well at this moment.

The youngster in front of Chu Mubai had already forced the talisman puppet to retreat several steps with just a single strike. It could be seen that his strength was strong, and he had also easily passed the first day of the examination.

Chu Mubai had some plans in his mind. Although this person did not want to make friends, and was extremely dangerous, he still had to make contact with him in the end.

After all, deep in his heart, he still desired to nurture an assassin organization that belonged to the Heaven Martial Kingdom!

However, what he lacked right now was a true assassin, as well as the best way to train an assassin.

"Number eighteen, Chu Mubai!"

After the judge on the arena shouted out, the gongs and drums started to sound, and the deafening sounds continued to ring out.

Chu Mubai was startled at first, but then he slowly stepped onto the stage!

Because his figure could not be considered strong, more accurately speaking, among the remaining twenty-three people, he was not only relatively thin and weak, but his skin was also soft and tender, giving off a feeling of being born with a pale face.

In fact, Chu Mubai's outer appearance felt a little out of place when compared to the rest of the Martial Ancestor Realm.

Just like wild beasts and handsome men.

After all, a martial artist would constantly temper their body, fight with demon beasts, and drift in the wind and rain. Thus, their skin was bronze in color, and their muscles were strong and healthy.

On the other hand, Chu Mubai trained in the Eight Desolations Bodies, which was a very strange cultivation secret method. It had also broken Chu Mubai's understanding of martial arts cultivation.

This was because every time he transformed, he would be reborn. Even if his strength increased, it did not mean that he would lose a lot of muscles.

Therefore, even though he had broken through the limits of a human and reached the strength of a hundred thousand Jin, he still looked very weak on the outside.

To warriors, this kind of person had never been highly regarded. Therefore, when Chu Mubai walked into the martial arena, not only were the surrounding Martial Sect Disciple discussing, they were also criticizing him in detail. Even the examiners were puzzled.

He was probably thinking to himself, who is this guy? Why did he appear to be such a pretty boy when he was invited this year?

At that moment, the Martial Sect Disciple in charge of spectating around the stage was discussing busily, there were even two people who started to gamble because of Chu Mubai.

"This greasy-faced little boy will definitely not pass the exam. Although this talisman puppet is only rank one, its strength has already reached 30,000 jin! Normal people have no way of resisting."

One of the big and sturdy man looked at Chu Mubai and said while shaking his head.

"No, no, this guy isn't simple. Yesterday, after hearing what Lin Hong said, that friend Wang went to find his brother Lin Yu, and then heard that he got into trouble with a guy in the ancient residence. That guy seems to be that Chu Mubai pretty boy."

Beside him, a Martial Sect Disciple with a feather fan muttered.

"Since that's the case, why is this fellow still fine?" They should be bruised right now. "

The brawny man's boorish voice rang out without restraint and echoed in the surroundings.

"Don't you know? Great Friend Wang's arm is broken! "

Another Martial Sect Disciple fanned herself as she spoke with a helpless expression.

"Are you for real?" It shouldn't be possible, I don't believe it. "

The muscular man kept shaking his head, disbelief written all over his face.

"You don't believe me? Well, in that case, how about we take a gamble? I bet that he will pass the examination and you won't be able to stop him.

The youth with the feathered fan said with a confident smile.