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The stone steps are steep and uneven, and there are many dangers on both sides. If you are not careful, you will slip and fall.
After walking for less than half a day, Wang Lin felt that his legs were filled with lead, he was sweating like rain, and it was difficult to walk as if he was out of breath. When he looked at the foot of the mountain, the stone path was not long, but when he actually walked on it, he found that This trail seems to have no end, which makes people feel desperate from the bottom of their hearts.
In front of him were a dozen strong young men, all of whom were panting and slowly climbing up. So far, no one has given up.
Wang Lin gritted his teeth and insisted. He knew this was his last chance. His parents' expectant eyes kept lingering in his heart. At this moment, a young man behind him suddenly trembled and stepped on the air. His body fell quickly from the side and screamed in horror. Suddenly there was a loud sound.
"I give up, help!"
Everyone stopped and looked down in unison, and saw a flash of black light. A disciple of the Hengyue Sect rushed out from nowhere, grabbed the young man in mid-air, and landed gently at the foot of the mountain.
Wang Lin looked pale and silent, and continued to climb up cautiously. Time passed by in a hurry. Two days later, the dozen or so teenagers in front of him were no longer visible.
Wang Lin didn't know how many of his companions had given up. He only knew that he could never give up. Although he had already touched the blood blisters on his legs and feet, and a heart-wrenching pain came from the broken blood blisters, he still insisted on using it. Hands climb forward.
"Children have a strong heart, but the road is ruthless. It's all in vain, just in vain" A long sigh fell from the top of the mountain in the distance. A middle-aged man with a sallow complexion fell lightly from the stone steps, one by one. The young man passed by quickly with a look of emotion on his face.
When passing by Wang Lin, the middle-aged man paused for a moment. The boy in front of him was the sixth boy he saw, but he was definitely the most embarrassed one. His whole body was covered in blood, his clothes were soaked with blood, and his knees and toes were bloody. The middle-aged man sighed softly and asked, "Child, what's your name?"
Wang Lin's expression was blurry. He only had one thought in his mind, that he would climb to the top of the mountain even if he died. He didn't hear the middle-aged man's questions at all. In his eyes, except for this stone step path, , nothing else.
The middle-aged man looked into Wang Lin's eyes and was quite moved by his tenacity. He pressed his hand on Wang Lin's head, then shook his head and muttered to himself: "Perseverance is excellent, but it's a pity that the qualifications are too ordinary, no chance, no chance " He looked deeply at Wang Lin and continued walking down the stone steps.
The next night, Wang Lin's hands were bloody and bloody, and the stone steps he climbed left a deep trail of blood. Wang Lin no longer knew about this. He now relied solely on his thoughts to move his body, and his breath was gone. Until his death.
At the moment of sunrise on the third day, he vaguely seemed to see the end of the stone steps. Unfortunately, at this time, a ruthless voice came like thunder, shaking into his heart.
¡°The time has come, only three people have passed, and the restfailed!¡±
Wang Lin laughed miserably, tilted his body, and fell on the stone steps, unconscious.
The middle-aged man in black, who had tested his talent three days ago, stood on the top of the mountain and looked at Wang Lin, who was less than ten feet away, with a ruthless look in his eyes.
At this time, several disciples of the Hengyue Sect quickly walked down from the top of the mountain. Along the way, they brought all the teenagers who were still persisting to the mountain and fed them medicines.
"Senior brother, there are 39 testers, 25 of them have been given up. In addition to the three qualified, there are still 11 people." A female disciple of the Hengyue Sect reported in a cold voice. She had experienced such a cruel test back then, and finally relied on her own With little foundation in practicing martial arts, I barely qualified in terms of perseverance, so I became a registered disciple. It took me nearly ten years of hard work, but I still haven't become a real disciple.
The middle-aged man in black had a cold expression, nodded slightly, and glanced at the 11 teenagers who were all unconscious, and said calmly: "Three qualified people, take them to the chore office to arrange future work. The 25 people who gave up, Send them back to their respective families. As for the 11 people who persisted until the end, after they wake up, they will be sent to the Sword Spirit Pavilion to see if any of them are destined to the sword spirit. If not, they will still be sent back to their respective families."
After saying that, the middle-aged man walked away without even looking at these teenagers.
Three days later, in the Sword Spirit Pavilion, 11 teenagers, including Wang Lin, all stood aside with pale faces. Wang Lin's injuries had healed, but the wounds in his heart were torn apart even more, and he was in heart-wrenching pain. , unable to stop consuming his body and mind.
This sword spirit test was not presided over by a middle-aged man in black, but by a strange young man in white. However, without exception, his face was cold, and he looked at them with eyes as ruthless as looking at ants.
 "This is the final test. Those who can walk into this room are qualified." The young man spoke briefly, with a look of impatience on his face.
What Wang Lin saw was an extremely ordinary house. The door in the middle of the house was opened. Looking inside, he saw ancient swords of different lengths placed inside.
The young people walked towards the room one by one in order. As soon as the first boy approached the house five feet away, he showed a look of struggle and was pushed back a few feet by an invisible force.
"Unqualified, next one!" the young man said lightly.
Wang Lin was the seventh one. All the previous six people were unable to move forward at five feet. He smiled bitterly, raised the few expectations left in his heart, and moved forward.
?????????????????????????????????????: 50 feet. Wang Lin was stunned for a moment. His inner expectations rose rapidly.
The young man said "Hey", his eyes flashed, showing a look of interest, his face softened slightly, and said: "Don't hesitate, continue walking inside, if you can enter the house and gain the recognition of the sword spirit, even if you tested it twice before If you are not qualified, you will be accepted as a true disciple!"
The other ten teenagers all looked envious, and there was also deep jealousy hidden in this envy.
Wang Lin felt nervous. The expectant eyes of his parents came into his mind again, and he took another step. At this time, he was still three feet away from the door. Wang Lin felt anxious and took another step.
At this moment, a huge force suddenly appeared, rushing towards Wang Lin crazily. His body quickly retreated uncontrollably, and did not stop until he was more than ten feet away.
The other young men standing aside all had sarcastic looks in their eyes. In their opinion, Wang Lin should be just like them and would not have any chance.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: The wound in Wang Lin¡¯s heart became even bigger. The expectant eyes of his parents gradually dissipated from his mind.
The young man's expression was as cold as before, and he said lightly: "Unqualified, next one." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com