The third level sounds complicated, but it is actually the simplest. Prepare a huge room for each tester. There is a small maze in the room. There is a steel cage in the center of the maze, and there is a pink cloud leopard trained in the cage. There are eighteen kinds of foods placed around the cage, only one of which is what the pink cloud leopard likes to eat, and the other seventeen are annoying or poisonous. When feeding, the cage must be opened. The tester uses wisdom to select the food that the pink cloud leopard likes to eat. If you choose the right one, you will successfully pass the third level. If you choose the wrong one, you can only use force to defeat the pink cloud leopard, or escape from the maze with speed.

If it is knocked down by a pink cloud leopard, the test will be declared to fail.

Although Wang Yue did not choose the right food and did not have enough cultivation to defeat the pink cloud leopard, he used his speed to escape from the maze and passed the exam.

After all, Wang Yue was extremely excited. After all, only 31 of this group of 72 testers passed the test in the end, and the elimination rate was far exceeding 50%.

But before he was excited for a long time, he encountered something that made him extremely angry. It was not only him who was angry, but also other groups of testers who were as angry as him, with a total of 124.

It turned out that Wang Yue went through a lot of hardships and passed the third level test, the deacon of the Spirit Beast Sect actually announced something. The Spirit Beast Sect has recruited 1,000 outstanding disciples this year, but there were 1,124 testers who actually passed the test, so the score was at the end, and the more than 100 testers with the worst spiritual roots will be sent out of the Spirit Beast Sect, and like other young people who failed the test, they will be sent back to their hometown.

After the news came out, the passers-by of the pseudo-spirit root and the second-spirit root became angry, and their faces were red, cursing at the deacon who announced the news.

These people are all children, the younger one is only ten years old, and the older one is only twenty years old. They are either ignorant or full of energy and have a strong temper. They think that when they encounter the biggest unfair things in the world, there is no one who doesn’t make a fuss. The sound of shouting and scolding almost spread throughout Yingxin Peak. If they become cultivators, they will ascend to heaven in one step, and their parents’ status in the family will also rise greatly. If they are sent home, they may be ridiculed by many people, so these teenagers are so angry.

Several deacons responsible for recruiting new disciples were green-faced, secretly angry, but helpless. Who made their Spirit Beast Sect lose their mistakes? Even if it spreads, the Spirit Beast Sect will lose face in the cultivation world. If the reason is first, can they punish those who pass the test? Or they are more cruel and kill them? Such a vicious thing will not be done unless it is the evil sects who are full of evil cultivators.

You can't fight, you can't kill!

What to do? Several deacons were in a dilemma! In the past, when recruiting disciples, there were often insufficient situations. This year, this is the first time in a thousand years.

"Protest, serious protest, this is discrimination and contempt against us. Who said that our false spiritual roots cannot achieve the supreme immortal path? If you don't give an explanation today, I will die in the Spirit Beast Sect and never go anywhere." The little fat man Fang Rujing screamed at the top of his throat. His physique was five spirit roots and he almost passed the three levels of test. He encountered such a thing. No one was not angry. He stood in the front row of the protesters and shouted the most fiercely.

Wang Yue's face was extremely ugly. He remembered Ji Su's indifference, Ming Hao's plunder, the old look of the Wang family's ancestor who endured the pain of giving out Xuan Xue Shen, the eager hopes of his sister Wang Yi for him, and the oppression he had been in the family since childhood... If you want to get rid of all the past, you must seize this opportunity to enter the Spirit Beast Sect, otherwise, all shame and hatred can only go with the wind and fall into the ground after a hundred years.

"I will never let this happen. I must enter the sect of cultivation, work hard to practice, and change my destiny!" Wang Yue clenched his fists and shouted in his heart.

In desperation, several deacons decided to report to the head and let the head decide on the matter.

Soon, the deacon who received the order of the head came back, his momentum rose sharply, and he shouted with a serious expression: "Stop making trouble! Whoever yells again, I will immediately cancel his entry qualification!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene immediately became quiet.

The deacon's eyes flashed with pride and continued to say coldly: "The head of the sect said that because an ancient fairy mansion near Yunxiao City leaked spiritual energy more than ten years ago, there were many spiritual root owners among the newborn babies near Yunxiao City, far exceeding the previous years. This matter is special, so the head of the sect is compassionate, but cannot break the rules set by the five alliances. Therefore, a compromise method is adopted, absolutely fair and just, so that no one can point out the shortcomings."

"What's the solution?" everyone asked.

The deacon cleared his throat and sucked everyone's appetite. Then he said slowly: "The master's sect's law is to give extra mercy to successful testers who are ranked low and have a lower physical and spiritual root. He uses the method of drawing lots to select twenty more and take them as outer disciples. However, the additional twenty disciples will accept the most difficult and tiring chores, and there is no right to choose or withdraw. If there is any violation, they will be expelled from the sect at any time. Whether to leave or stay is determined by heaven. Those who are not selected can only admit their bad luck and no one blames others. Those who agree with this method should come and draw lots quickly. Those who are unwilling to test will leave directly."

After hearing this, the more than 100 testers had different expressions. Some continued to curse, some frowned and thought, some were worried about gains and losses, and some were so happy that they smiled.

Wang Yue's heart moved, and he had already thought about all kinds of results. He knew that the master's order had no room for discussion. His figure flashed and rushed to the deacon at a very fast speed, but there were many people who were faster than him. He was only ranked fifth. In front of him was a young girl with a plump figure and a faint fragrance that made Wang Yue's eyes wander a little, and he swept around her back and buttocks. In front of this girl was the fat man Fang Rujing. The two in front were all young women. Wang Yue had never seen them before, and might be the testers of several other groups.

The fat man Fang Rujing turned around and saw Wang Yue, and winked at him, as if he wanted to convey some obscure meaning.

This expression made the young woman in front of Wang Yue misunderstand, and she snorted coldly, and her beautiful face was covered with frost.

Wang Yue laughed secretly and replied to the fat man's face, and the fat man gave up.

There were a few boys and girls who reacted, standing behind Wang Yue. However, more than a dozen boys were dissatisfied with this decision and still cursed them.

One of the deacons nodded and snorted coldly. A strong wind suddenly rose out of thin air, rolling the more than ten young men out of the hall, and the screams and scolding stopped immediately, and they disappeared.

This trick scared other testers so much that they dared not speak, they were unwilling to accept it, and began to queue up unwillingly.

The deacon in charge of drawing lots was surnamed Tang. He looked about fifty years old and no one knew his actual age. Seeing that the order had stabilized, he beat the storage bag and flew out a bamboo tube with hundreds of thin bamboo sticks placed inside.

Deacon Tang said coldly to everyone: "This is my fortune-telling tool in the secular world. There are 128 bamboo sticks in it. Remove one emperor tag and three hidden tags. There are 124 tags, and there are exactly 20 tags on the upper tags, and there are 104 ordinary tags. If you draw the imperial tags and hidden tags, you can draw them again. If you cast the upper tags, you will be an outer disciple of the Spirit Beast Sect and there will be no more variables. If you draw the winning tags or the lower tags, you can only leave. You understand, right? Okay, start now!"

The first draw was a woman in green clothes. She had white skin and pretty face, and a rich figure. She stretched out her hand as white as spring onions and trembled with a trembling whisper. When she saw her, she won the lottery, her face changed drastically, and she burst into tears with a loud voice.

Deacon Tang coldly took back the bamboo sticks, put them in the storage bag, and signaled the second one to go forward and draw lots.

The second girl with a melon-shaped face first drew a hidden sign, scared her tears, and then hesitated for the second time and pulled out a bamboo stick with red signs. She screamed excitedly and fainted on the spot.

This is the sign-up and passed.

An ordinary deacon disciple took the crying woman away and helped the fainted woman to rest.

The third one was the fat man Fang Rujing, but he saw Fang Rujing first saluting Deacon Tang with a smile. His fat body was almost pressed against Deacon Tang's robe, and his big oily head was about to hit Deacon Tang's belly. Deacon Tang's face froze, and he quickly stretched out his free hand to hold Fang Rujing, so that he would not let him be polite, but his smile suddenly became brighter.

Wang Yue narrowed his eyes, his eyes flashed, and he saw the mysterious place. Deacon Tang’s smile had seen before in Deacon Sun. It was when the ancestor of the Wang family sent out Xuanxue Ginseng.

Sure enough, there was something strange. Fang Rujing took a look after a bamboo stick, and the fat all over her body trembled with excitement, and she screamed strangely: "Haha, I got the upper lottery! God bless you!"

Deacon Tang said congratulations, took back the upper sign and put it in the storage bag.

It was the young woman's turn to draw lots. She was not lucky and drew a lottery. The woman's face changed. She held back her tears and turned her head to walk out of the hall.

It was Wang Yue. He seemed to be very anxious to leave, as if he would not be able to draw the lottery later. His feet became soft and he fell in front of Deacon Tang and almost lay on Deacon Tang's feet.

The testers behind let out a burst of mocking laugh, because everyone in front of them is a competitor, and the more unlucky the others, the happier they are. This is human nature.

Deacon Tang's face turned cold and he thought he was unlucky, so he had to help Wang Yue get up, for fear that Wang Yue would dirty his new Taoist robe. While holding Wang Yue's hand, three low-level spirit stones were sent into Deacon Tang's hand. Under the cover of the broad Taoist robe, no one noticed the obscure transaction here.

In addition to the foundation building pill, the most valuable thing in Wang Yue's body is these three low-level spirit stones. Perhaps it is very meager in the eyes of cultivators. The foundation building pill must not be exposed, otherwise there will be a disaster for death. The Qianyu Bingpole Sword is the lesson of the past. Wang Yue has tried his best to give all the precious gifts he can give to Deacon Tang, and success or failure is here.

After standing firmly, Deacon Tang's face turned out to be much kind, with a smile in his eyes.
Chapter completed!