Pirate's Infinite Wings

After speaking, the white-haired old man stood aside, looking at the group of young and strong men below with a look of expectation.

However, the young man below was silent.

"There are only nine grades in total, but the minimum requirement is seven grades. The selection of disciples in Nine Heaven Palace is really strict!" Fang Lang sighed secretly when he heard this.

Before coming, he naturally asked about the situation of Jiutian Palace.As far as he knows, the Blood Demon Sword King at that time, his cheap master, barely reached level 7 in the test results at that time.

Just now, the character of the Blood Demon Sword Master was very strong. He didn't like the number of registered disciples, so he disliked it instead, making many soldiers in the Eighteen Kingdoms of Beihai full of regrets.

In addition, the four kings and five Tianjiao of this generation did not reach level 7.Even the most talented king is only a 6th grade genius.

Therefore, after the voice of the gray-haired old man fell, many young masters did not move.They all know their talents. Rather than stepping up to bring shame on them, they should be honest and look for other opportunities when they reach this level.

In addition, during this session, many young pickers have already been tested, so there is no need to test again.

Of course, it cannot be said that everyone is not interested in this test.At least, the newly-arrived young Junjun has a curious and eager face.

"I will try it!"

With a loud shout, a figure rushed to the round platform.

This is a young man in yellow clothes, very young, not much older than the leaves, he is in Wu Jun fifth grade

"This is my first time in heaven. I'm very curious about it. If the test results are low in the future, please don't laugh at me!"

The yellow-clothed youth looked a little embarrassed, glanced nervously at the white-haired old man next to him, and then slowly put his right hand on the crystal ball.

Below, the crowd also watched with interest.Although he thought that the young man could not meet the requirements, he was still idle.It doesn't hurt to watch the excitement.

The young man in yellow clothes placed his palm on the crystal ball, and a dazzling white light burst out of the crystal ball, emitting a dazzling light.

"Level 3 talent, unqualified!" The white-haired old man on the side suddenly shook his head and sighed.

"Only level 3?"

The young man in yellow immediately lowered his head when he heard it, looking disappointed.

He is really young, only 40 years old, and already has Wu Jun's fifth-level attainments. His talent is indeed extraordinary, but he did not expect to only reach the third level.

"Child, don't sigh, you know that most of us only have one or two talents!" Some people immediately yelled enviously when seeing the disappointed expression of the young man in yellow.

The same goes for Wu Zhao, Gongsun Xuan and Fengfeng.

"Wu Sheng? It's only a few thousand years. It's amazing. With his talents, he used to guess that he was almost at the peak when he reached the realm of Wu Zun. I don't think he can go further and be listed as a martial sage. In ancient times, he was also a strong man." The white-haired old man's face was full of emotion.

Later, the white-haired old man looked at Fang Lang and smiled, "I think your kid is still young, but his attainments are not weaker than the original Blood Demon Sword King. I'm afraid your talent is not weaker than him. Try it."

The white-haired old man did not pass this sentence, and everyone heard it.

"Follow your predecessor's orders!" Fang Lang heard the words, and then slowly placed his palm on the crystal ball, and a hot white light gradually burst out of the crystal ball.

Fang Lang was a little happy.He observed for so long and compared them carefully.The stronger the light, the higher the talent.

But Fang Lang did not notice the disappointed face of the white-haired old man.

"Talent level five, unqualified!" The white-haired old man shook his head and sighed.

"Hmm..." Fang Lang was taken aback suddenly, his face full of surprise, his smile froze.

Wow!

The crowd below was also surprised.Everyone's expressions are full of doubt.

Fang Lang's strength was the first battle. At his age, with such strength, the talent is definitely the first generation of young people.

However, the test standard of the crystal ball has been verified through countless tests, and the treasures left over from ancient times will naturally not go wrong.

Therefore, when they heard that Fang Lang's talent was only level 5, they were shocked.

Level 5, although it is also very high, is the same as the original Wutianjiao's test results, but I know that Tianye's results far exceed Wutianjiao!

As a result, not only the gray-haired old man was disappointed, but many people were also disappointed.

Fang Lang was startled, then smiled.Some of them said casually, "Five talents? Well, it's not too bad." As they said, bowed and walked towards the round platform below.

A glimmer of appreciation flashed in the eyes of the gray-haired old man, and he smiled and nodded, "Yes, sometimes talent doesn't determine everything. Stupid birds fly first. Heaven rewards hard work, and talent can sometimes be created with your own hands."

Fang Lang nodded when he heard this. At this time, he also wanted to know his talents. There was no special bloodline, and the martial arts spirit was blue.

Such test results are nothing.

Fang Lang knew that his strongest talent was to devour the soul of Wu Guo, there were various opportunities, one test, nothing.

In the end, it depends on strength.

Think about it, Fang Lang relaxed for a while, standing with Mu Bingxue in a spring breeze, no more lumps in his heart.

Not far away, the king retracted his eyes, which were not as majestic as before.

Gongsun Xuanhe's calm complexion remained unchanged, because Fang Lang's talent was no different from them.With Fang Lang's power, they still felt fear.

"Huh!" Wu Zhao snorted coldly, and he was relieved. He was also worried about how talented Fang Lang was when he saw the old man with white hair and Fang Lang chatting so happily before."that's it!"

Wu Zhao sneered in his heart. Although Fang Lang's talent was similar to him, his self-confidence was already stronger than Fang Lang.

The surrounding crowd gradually calmed down after a period of disappointment.

The four kings stared at the ice and snow on the truncated cone with dignified faces.

Compared with Fang Lang just now, the white-haired old man was more enthusiastic about Mu Bingxue and received some special treatment.He actually handed the crystal ball to the wooden ice and snow himself.This has never happened before.

Mu Bingxue was also a little flattered. She looked at the next Fang Lang. After receiving Fang Lang's encouraging gaze, she raised her arm and slowly placed her palm on the crystal ball.

"Boom!"

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