After enjoying the shocked gaze of everyone, the middle-aged man showed a smug smile on his lips.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect, suck!"

The middle-aged man shouted loudly, and a powerful gravitational force burst out from his body. The nearby air gathered towards him frantically at the level visible to the naked eye. From a distance, it looked like a vortex in the air that could absorb air.

"What kind of exercise is this?"

Even if it was a long distance away, Li Kun could feel his body being pulled. He couldn't help but think of the strange martial arts he used, but it was obvious that the two were different. The middle-aged man used it far less domineering than the martial arts he used.

After many people felt the suction force, their clothes fluttered. If the suction force was a little higher, they would be attracted to them.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect and come out!"

After absorbing it for a while, the suction force disappeared in an instant. The middle-aged man shouted loudly, and countless lights that could be seen with naked eyes were striking towards the early second-level people on the ground.

The people who had already made a defensive posture were already ready, and when they felt the terribleness of the sword energy, their faces finally changed drastically and knew the difficulties of the first level of assessment.

"ah!"

"Help!"

"I can't defend!"

"I give up!"

When the sword energy arrived, the sound of screams came from the square platform. Most of the people could not even resist a sword energy and were directly injured. Several were even seriously injured, with blood splashing everywhere, and the whole place was filled with them.

The middle-aged man's Wan Jian returned to the sect quickly, and he also went quickly. In just a few breaths, the thirty or forty people on the square platform could stand with difficulty, and the others were lying on the ground and rolling in pain.

“So strong!”

"Is he really just testing us?"

"Why do I feel like he really wants to kill those disciples?"

Even the people who were not on stage felt that they were cold behind the scenes. This guy was too ruthless and couldn't help but talk.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect! What a domineering skill!"

Seeing the middle-aged man using the Wanjian Guizong, Li Kun's face changed slightly, and he felt a little longing for the Wanjian Guizong.

"Hmph, the Baibao Pavilion is really declining. The inner disciples are getting worse every year! Carry those injured and register. If you can't even pass the first level next year, you will be driven out of the mountain gate!" The middle-aged man looked at the screaming disciples on the stage, pulled down his face with a smile, and snorted coldly.

"yes!"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, a group of disciples who were on standby rushed out and dragged the injured disciples like dead dogs, leaving only a dozen people standing there.

"Okay, very good. You are all very good! Congratulations on passing the first level of assessment, you can directly collect the pills and wait for the assessment below!" After dealing with the injured, the middle-aged man smiled and said to the dozen people who were still supporting him.

"Thank you!"

"Finally passed!"

After receiving the recognition from the middle-aged man, the dozen people almost cried. They probably couldn't hold on just now, but they finally got through it.

Everyone who passed the first level of assessment walked down with smiles on their faces.
Chapter completed!