Bloodline Rebirth Lu Ming

"Blood? How do you have blood?"

The blue-robed youth cried out in disbelief.

According to the news he received, this Lu Ming has no blood, right?

"Of course I have blood. Otherwise, how could I pass the assessment by the seniors of Suzaku Academy and be recommended to enter Suzaku Academy? This truth, even a pig can understand it, but you deliberately made things difficult, saying, what is your intention? Are you deliberately suppressing newcomers?" An entry-level disciple? Or, are you not as good as a pig?"

Lu Ming said every word, his eyes were like lightning, and he stared at the blue-robed youth.

As soon as these words came out, all the new disciples around looked at the blue-robed young man warily.

This made the blue-robed youth almost vomit blood in anger, and he couldn't answer these two questions of Lu Ming at all.

If he admits that he intentionally made things difficult, then he is actually suppressing the new disciples deliberately. If this affects the recruitment of new disciples by the Suzaku Academy this time, then he will definitely not be able to afford it.

But if he doesn't admit it, then he is worse than a pig.

"Lu Ming, you..." The blue-robed young man's face was flushed red, and he held back for a long time without uttering a word.

"Get out of the way, you are in the way!"

Lu Ming scolded.

The blue-robed youth gritted his teeth, gave Lu Ming a cold look, and said, "Lu Ming, you wait for me, I, Ning Feng, are not so easy to play with."

After speaking, Ning Feng turned around and strode away.

Lu Ming smiled and walked into the training ground.

The training ground is very large, flat and wide, and there are already 200 people at this time.

Some people chat together in twos and threes, while others sit alone with their eyes closed.

Lu Ming walked aside, sat cross-legged, and waited quietly.

People kept walking into the training ground.

A few hours later, the sky became dark. At this time, there were nearly 1000 people in the martial arts training ground. At this point, almost no one entered the martial arts training ground.

Lu Ming couldn't help sighing at the high requirements of Xuanyuan Sword Sect to recruit disciples. Previously, there were at least 5 people who came to participate in the assessment, but now there are only about 1000 people in Suzaku Academy.

And no matter how many other houses there are, there are not many.

Adding up to 5000 people is not bad, that is to say, out of ten, only one can join the Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

At this time, a burly man with a beard walked into the training ground.

"gather!"

The bearded man let out a loud roar, like the roar of a wild lion, which shook everyone's ears.

More than 1000 people quickly gathered together.

The bearded man stood in front of everyone, expressionless, and shouted: "I am Xie Kuang, the elder of Chuangong. First of all, welcome to join the Zhuqueyuan. I think you all know it yourself. Now, you are just disciples of handyman!"

The more than 1000 people on the field couldn't help but clenched their fists. Indeed, they all knew that they had just joined the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, and they were disciples of handymen.

But the word 'handyman' really makes people feel uncomfortable.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Xie Kuang showed a satisfied smile, and said: "However, you have a chance to remove the word 'handyman' in the near future. New entry disciples will hold a trial together, and as long as they pass the trial, they can be directly promoted to Bronze-level disciples, not only the various benefits are greatly improved, but they can also be moved to Suzaku Peak to practice."

"But those who fail will continue to be apprentices of handymen, living in the handyman area, struggling hard, do you have confidence?"

"Have!"

Everyone roared, full of fighting spirit and confidence.

These 1000 or so people are all young people below the age, who are full of vigor and can join the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. They are all geniuses in their respective cities, so naturally they will not think that they are inferior to others.

"Okay, let's allocate a residence now and go to rest."

Xie Kuang said loudly.

Next, someone came to arrange accommodation for them.

Of course, the place where they live now is in the handyman disciple area at the foot of Zhuquefeng Mountain. They live in ordinary wooden houses, one for each person, and the room is very small.

After Lu Ming entered the room, he entered the Supreme Temple and began to practice martial arts.

In the trial three days later, he must be promoted to a bronze-level disciple, so that he will have better conditions and more time to practice.

Xuanyuan Sword Sect, no matter which school, the disciples are divided into servant disciples, bronze-level disciples, and silver-level disciples.

Handyman disciples are the lowest level, just like handyman, they have to complete the tasks arranged by the sect every day, and only after they are done can they have time to practice.

And the treatment is the worst.

Bronze-level disciples can be regarded as official disciples of Xuanyuan Sword Sect, and their treatment and so on are much better.

Silver-level disciples are elite-level disciples, the backbone of the sect.

It is said that above the silver-level disciple, there is also a gold-level disciple.

But the gold-level disciples have already transcended the five courtyards.

Each of them is a top genius, entered the core area of ​​Xuanyuan Sword Sect to cultivate, and their status is revered, and they can even be compared with the masters of other courtyards.

However, gold-level disciples are very rare, not many in the entire Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

Gold-level disciples are still far away from Lu Ming. Don't think about it. Lu Ming's current goal is to become a bronze-level disciple first.

There is no time to practice, and three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Fourth morning.

More than 1000 people gathered again at the training ground.

Xie Kuang stood at the front with piercing eyes, glanced around, and shouted: "Okay, three days have passed, and the trial has officially begun. This time, the trial will be carried out in the Youye Mountains, two hundred miles away from our sect. .”

"Let me tell you, there are monsters all over the Youye Mountains, and they are very dangerous. Losing their lives is a very common thing. If any of you want to quit now, you can stand up and I will handle the withdrawal procedures for him immediately!"

The audience was silent, no one stood up.

Martial arts road is already full of thorns and dangers. Since embarking on this road, everyone has been prepared in their hearts.

What's more, quitting means quitting the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. They joined the Xuanyuan Sword Sect with great difficulty, how could they just quit like this?

If you really want to quit, you may be reduced to a laughing stock for the rest of your life.

Xie Kuang glanced around, showed a satisfied smile, and said: "Okay, since no one has quit, now follow me to the Youye Mountains to gather with the other three courtyards."

After finishing speaking, Xie Kuang ran out first, and the others followed.

......

In a courtyard on Suzaku Peak, two figures sat facing each other.

One is Ning Feng, and the other is a young man with a smile on his face.

"Ning Feng, how is the arrangement going?" asked the smiling young man.

Ning Feng showed a trace of coldness on his face, and said, "Brother Duanmu, don't worry, this trial is the time of that kid Lu Ming's death."

"Well, that's good. Most of the disciples of our Duanmu family who participated in the trial have seen Lu Ming's portrait. As long as they meet Lu Ming during the trial, they will kill him!"

"Ning Feng, Lu Ming, Young Master Lin pays close attention to him, as long as you do well, your benefits will naturally be indispensable!

The young man from Duanmu's family laughed.

Ning Feng was overjoyed, he cupped his fists and said, "Then brother Duanmu has to give me some kind words in front of Young Master Lin!"

"Haha, sure."