In the owl dragon region, a cloud piercing boat galloped past like a meteor through the sky. It didn''t know how to dodge where it passed. It was like being set with coordinates and driverless. It almost killed several top five players, which scared them into shouting abuse.


    Ye Lingyu''s eyebrows sank. She woke up from her sleep. She touched the back of her head and grinned in pain. She looked at Liu Ning, who was still sleeping beside her. Her eyebrows were locked. Some memories of the sea were very strange and felt something wrong.


    "I vaguely remember that I didn''t go to the star or experience. How..." Ye Lingyu wondered. Looking at the coordinates, she was even more suspicious. As soon as her fingers circled, she summoned a golden ancient Qin, sat in the cloud piercing boat and gently stroked the seven strings. The sound was soft and lingering. It was a little less than that of Ye Huang, but it had more healing effect.


    The sound of the zither is wrapped around Ye Lingyu''s sea of knowledge, calming his restless memory. The sound of the zither has become a divine medicine, stripping away his deep memory. Ye Lingyu is suddenly surprised to find that his soul memory has been tampered with. At least a large part of his memory has been intercepted and then grafted. If he hadn''t learned the "soul cultivation technique", he would never have found the problem.


    "Who changed my memory!" the corners of Ye Lingyu''s mouth rose. Repairing soul zither can find soul wounds and repair them independently. It is an extremely powerful secret skill that can restore the memory erased by Ye QingHan.


    ……


    In the martial arts arena, there were a large number of people, one after another, just for the ethereal glimmer of hope to become crazy disciples.


    "Xiaoli, come on later. You''ve been determined to practice Taoism since childhood. At the age of three, you have Qibao to open up the gas sea. At the age of five, the gas sea is complete. Now whether you can join the crazy sect and become a formal monk depends on your own chance!" Li jiuzhong, the hunter, said in a deep voice.


    "Well, Dad, don''t worry, I can pass the assessment! I read their assessment, and I know that as long as I don''t fall asleep, even if I pass the assessment, I will never fall asleep." Xiaoli said with a small fist.


    "Dad, you go to the examination with me. Maybe you can also practice Taoism!" Xiaoli said seriously.


    "Ha ha, my father is old, and I''m sure he doesn''t have that qualification. The master of crazy sect won''t accept me." Li jiuzhong laughed and was very open to things.


    "Line up quickly and get ready to participate in the assessment."


    A large number of strong guards of the city guard maintained order and quickly arranged people to form a square team to meet the test.


    Xiaoli pulls lijiuzhong''s big hand and desperately pulls it towards the team. Lijiuzhong has no way. After all, Xiaoli is only six years old and can''t live without him. He can only be assessed symbolically.


    Ye Huang suppressed ZhuXiong at a very fast speed. Almost half of Zhuxiang would change a group of people and take a rest every hour. The cultivation rate would increase faster and faster, and the assessment would only be more and more strict.


    Soon it was Xiaoli''s turn. The father and son looked at Ye Huang carefully one by one. They were very cautious for fear that they might accidentally catch Ye Huang''s way and fall into a deep sleep.


    Hum


    The sound of the piano is sweet, winding and bound, filling the ears of the heroes. The spirits of the people are scattered, and there are many illusions in front of them. Many people can''t carry a temptation and fall into a coma in the twinkling of an eye.


    Xiaoli''s face was full of persistence and fortitude, and kept whispering, "I don''t sleep, I don''t sleep..."


    Li jiuzhong opened his eyes wide and wanted to join the crazy sect with Xiao Li. He tried to control his soul with his will and didn''t let himself fall into sleep.


    Li jiuzhong''s will is absolutely strong. Although he didn''t fight on the battlefield, the mountain forest is his battlefield. He has no accomplishments. There are no less than hundreds of scars all over his body. Every time, he is scarred. If there was no terrible willpower to support him, he would have died miserably.


    Half a column of incense passed, and Xiaoli was still diverting his attention, but his eyes were a little scattered, and his mouth was still whispering, "I don''t sleep, I don''t sleep, I''m assessing, it''s all fake, I don''t sleep..."


    Li Jiu tightened his teeth. His five fingers were inserted into his muscles, bleeding like blood, but he was still enduring. Xiao Li supported his will to protect him and didn''t want to leave him alone.


    All the others fell, but the father and son didn''t seem to have any accomplishments, but they stubbornly resisted!


    "Ah, this little guy is so cute." the parrot chewed the lingguo in his mouth and commented on the father and son.


    "This man is full of wounds, many fatal wounds, but he hasn''t died yet. His will is really terrible. I think he can survive a incense burning time." Xuanyuan Chenxiao frowned and looked at Li jiuzhong. He was just a mortal. He was surprised that he had such a terrible will.


    "His will is to guard. If his talent is good, this man can be made." ye kongcheng nodded with satisfaction.


    "Unfortunately, I''m too old. It looks like I''m in my thirties. I''ve already missed my ability to open up the air sea." Lou Guyun shook her head and sentenced Li jiuzhong to death.


    Time passed quickly. Li jiuzhong''s iron hand was inserted into the flesh and blood. His eyes burst with blood. His eyes were indifferent and had no emotion. He was like confronting his prey and unwilling to shrink back.


    Xiaoli''s divine sense was scattered, his mouth was still whispering, his body was shaking, and he was about to fall, but he just didn''t fall, just like a tumbler, spinning in place.


    "Hold on! Hold on!"


    Everyone was excited, raised their fists and roared, as if their son was assessing. Most of the assessors were shouting, hoping that another one who passed the assessment would give everyone a little confidence.


    A six-year-old can pass. Why can''t he pass?


    The border blocked their cry. Xiao Li and Li Jiuchong couldn''t hear, but they were still struggling!


    Xuanyuan Chenxiao and others stared at the incense that was about to burn. They clenched their iron fists and wanted to blow it out. The assessment of Ye Huang was too difficult. Up to now, Zhao tiankuang insisted on this step. Coupled with the talent of the top of the three grades, they were exceptionally promoted to become crazy disciples. All the others were eliminated. They have been busy in vain these days. If these two people can pass the assessment, Maybe it can inspire people''s fighting spirit.


    Ten! Nine! Eight


    Almost everyone is counting down. It''s only a few breaths away.


    Leaving jiuzhong''s seven orifices bleeding, he almost tore his flesh and skin. He didn''t blink and glared at Ye Huang. He didn''t regard her as a goddess at all. Instead, he regarded her as prey and would be killed in the blink of an eye.


    This is the will! No one can resist the charm of Ye Huang''s piano sound, but Li jiuzhong, a mortal hunter, did it! Relying on the will of terror and the will of the enemy not to fall, I finally survived to the end!


    Three! Two! One!


    "Bang!"


    "I don''t sleep..."


    Ye Huang''s piano voice suddenly stopped, and Xiao Li fell asleep after saying this sentence. He just pressed the line and made Ye Huang smile at the corners of his mouth. Finally, someone survived this level and really survived this level.


    Li jiuzhong waited until the piano sound dispersed, hugged Xiao Li and wanted to wake him up with a worried face.


    "Wait, don''t wake him up. His soul is very tired and his will is tight. Let him rest." Ye Huang immediately stopped Li jiuzhong.


    "So... Have I passed the examination?" Li jiuzhong''s voice was hoarse, exhausted to the extreme, but still endured.


    "Yes, in a few days, you can assess your talents and go to rest with the guard." Ye Huang said calmly. After several days of training, ye Huang became more confident and could be alone.


    ……


    On the 20th day of the assessment, the assessment was over. Outside the imperial capital of Loulan Empire, a boy wrapped in animal skin appeared in the sight of everyone. He was holding a wooden sword, which had been dyed red by blood. Some were the blood of fierce beasts, and more were his own blood!


    Lin Wutian! A 12-year-old boy, relying on his own efforts, crossed thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in just 20 days, almost without sleep, and stepped on his own battlefield!


    The terrorist existence with such a will is destined to become a famous owl meteorite because of this assessment!


    Li jiuzhong may be a generation of will terror, but Lin Wutian is the existence of extreme terror! No one is more persistent than him!


    Lin wudian''s heart beat faster at the moment. He looked at the gate of the imperial capital, grinned, and resolutely stepped into the city with a wooden sword. The firmness between his eyebrows was self-evident.


    "Crazy sect! I can definitely join crazy sect! No assessment is an obstacle in my eyes! I crush the obstacles ahead with my sword!"


    Lin Wutian was lonely, cold and arrogant. He walked quickly regardless of other people''s eyes. Many people thought he was a beggar and scolded him one after another, but he was not in any mood.


    "Go away, little beggar, beggars are not allowed to beg in the city these days, which affects our Loulan image!" the guard Leng Sheng refused Lin Wutian to enter the city.


    "I''m here to take part in the assessment!" Lin Wutian didn''t say a word of nonsense. His breath was cold like a sword, as if a sword was walking, and the shocked guard stood on the spot.


    At the moment, ye QingHan happened to appear in seclusion, holding several jade brocade boxes in his hand, which were sealed by element marks, without any leakage of breath.


    Dada dada


    Ye QingHan went to the square and glanced at the people. He found that the first level assessment had ended and only waited for the announcement. Ye Huang worked hard for more than 20 days and his face was tired. As soon as he felt ye QingHan''s return, he quickly got up and said, "uncle, the assessment is over, a total of 3.2 million people have been assessed, and a total of 12 people have passed the first level."


    Three million people, take 12 people, this kind of assessment is simply abnormal!


    Ye QingHan smiled calmly. What he needed was the existence of abnormal will. His will was not firm. No matter how good his talent was, it was useless!


    "Hard work!" ye QingHan rubbed Ye Huang''s head, looked down at the young man who was still looking forward to a glimmer of hope, and said coldly, "after the examination, if those who haven''t survived half a column of incense, quit. Don''t wait. What the crazy sect needs is people with firm will."


    "Wait, I haven''t been assessed yet!" Lin Wutian squeezed in from the crowd. People around him kneaded their noses and cursed, retreated to both sides and made way for him, because his body was so smelly.


    Ye QingHan looked at the wooden sword in Lin Wutian''s hand and looked at his walking momentum. He couldn''t help but brighten his eyes.


    "Gu Jiandao!" a shadow flashed across ye QingHan''s heart. Yes, Lin Wutian has a certain temperament of Gu Qingyu. He is not alone, but has the same Tao heart.