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The stone steps are steep and uneven, and the sides are even more dangerous. If you are not careful, you will fall down.

After walking for less than half a day, Wang Lin felt his legs like lead, sweating like rain, and it was difficult to take a step. When he looked at the foot of the mountain, the stone steps were not long, but when he actually walked on it, he found that the path seemed to have no end, which made people feel desperate from the bottom of his heart.

In front of him were more than a dozen strong boys, all of whom were panting and slowly climbing up. Until now, no one has given up.

Wang Lin gritted his teeth and insisted. He knew that this was his last chance. His parents' expectation eyes kept wandering in his heart. At this moment, a young man behind him suddenly trembled under his feet, stepped on the air, and his body quickly fell from the side, and his terrified scream suddenly rang out.

"I'll give up, help me!"

Everyone stopped and looked down at the same time. A black light flashed. A disciple of the Hengyue Sect rushed out from somewhere, grabbed the young man in mid-air, and gently landed at the foot of the mountain.

Wang Lin's face was pale and silent. He continued to climb up carefully. Time flies. Two days later, the dozen or so boys in front of him could no longer see him.

Wang Lin didn't know how many of these companions gave up. He only knew that he could never give up. Although he had already touched blood bubbles with his legs and feet, and the tingling pain was always coming from the broken blood bubbles, he still insisted on climbing forward with his hands.

"The child's heart is firm, but the great way is ruthless, futile, futile..." A leisurely sigh fell from the top of the mountain from afar. A middle-aged man with a sallow face fell down the stone steps lightly, and walked quickly by the boys, with a look of emotion.

When passing by Wang Lin, the middle-aged man paused for a moment. The person in front of him was the sixth boy he had seen, but he was definitely the most embarrassing one. His whole body was covered in blood, his clothes were soaked in blood, his knees and toes were covered in blood, and he was climbing little by little with his hands. The middle-aged man sighed and asked, "Child, what's your name?"

Wang Lin's expression was already blurred. He had only one thought in his mind, that was to 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, there was nothing else except this stone stairs.

The middle-aged man looked at Wang Lin's eyes and was quite moved by his firmness. He pressed his hand on Wang Lin's head, then shook his head and said to himself: "The perseverance is excellent, but unfortunately the qualification is too ordinary, I have no chance, I have no chance..." He glanced at Wang Lin deeply and continued to walk down the stone steps.

The next night, Wang Lin's hands were covered in blood and the stone steps he climbed over left a deep blood stain. Wang Lin no longer knew about these. He was now urging his body with a thought, and his breath was about to die.

At the moment of sunrise on the third day, he seemed to see the end of the stone steps in a vague way. Unfortunately, a ruthless voice came like thunder, shaking into his heart.

"The time has come, only three of them pass, and the rest...failed!"

Wang Lin smiled bitterly, his body tilted, and fell on the stone steps, unconscious.

A middle-aged man in black who 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 from here, with a ruthless look on his eyes.

At this time, several disciples of Hengyue Sect quickly walked down from the top of the mountain, and brought all the young men who were still persisting to the mountain and fed them uniformly.

"Senior brother, 39 testers, 25 were given up, and in addition to the three qualified people, there were 11 people." A female disciple of the Hengyue Sect gave up coldly. She had experienced such a cruel test back then. Finally, she relied on her foundation in practicing martial arts since childhood and barely passed the perseverance to become a registered disciple. She spent nearly ten years working hard, but she has not yet become a real disciple.

The middle-aged man in black looked cold, nodded slightly, glanced at the 11 teenagers who were all unconscious, and said lightly: "The three qualified people will take them to the choreography office to arrange their future work. The 25 people who gave up will be sent back to their families. As for the 11 people who persisted until the end, they will be sent to the Jianling Pavilion after they woke up to see if anyone has a fate with the Jianling. If not, they will still be sent back to their families."

After saying that, the middle-aged man didn't even look at these teenagers and walked away with his sleeves.

Three days later, the 11 teenagers in the Sword Spirit Pavilion, including Wang Lin, stood aside with pale faces. Wang Lin's injuries had been healed, but the wounds in his heart were torn even bigger, and bursts of heart-wrenching pain could not stop swallowing his body and mind.

This sword spirit test was not hosted by a middle-aged man in black, but a strange young man in white. However, without exception, his face was cold. His eyes looked at them, as if he was ruthless.

"This is the final test. Those who can walk into this room will pass." The young man said briefly, and his face showed even more impatient expression.

Wang Lin's eyes were an extremely ordinary house. The door opened in the middle of the house. Looking inside, he saw ancient swords of varying lengths placed inside.

The teenagers walked towards the room one by one in sequence. As soon as the first teenager approached five feet from the house, he showed a look of struggle on his face and was pushed several feet away by an invisible force.

"Unqualified, next one!" said the young man lightly.

Wang Lin was the seventh one. All the six people before were five feet away and could not move forward. He smiled bitterly, raised the few expectations left in his heart, and walked forward.

After walking through five feet, Wang Lin was stunned, his inner expectation rose rapidly, his mouth was dry, his heart beat wildly, and he continued to step out one feet. At this time, he still didn't feel any discomfort.

The young man said "Huh" with his eyes flashed, showing a look of interest, his face slightly slowed down, and he said, "Don't hesitate, continue walking in. If you can walk into the house and get the recognition of the sword spirit, even if you fail the two previous tests, you will be accepted as a real disciple!"

The other ten teenagers all showed envy, and there was deep jealousy in this envy.

Wang Lin was nervous inside, and his parents' expectant eyes were put into his mind again, and he stepped out one zhang. At this time, there were still three zhangs away from the gate. Wang Lin was nervous and took another step.

At this moment, a huge force suddenly appeared and rushed towards Wang Lin frantically. His body retreated rapidly uncontrollably until it was more than ten feet away before he stopped.

The other young men standing aside all looked sarcastic. In their opinion, Wang Lin should be like himself and would not have any chance.

With a smirk, Wang Lin's torn wounds became even bigger, and his parents' expectant eyes gradually dissipated from his mind.
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