The Divine Dao Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 335
Ling Han's score was now at seventh rank, which looked high for now, but when it was all over, it might drop to 40th or 50th place.
The top ten values were all very close, differing by only a few hundred, or even a dozen points. Clearly, these were smart people; getting ten thousand tokens meant entering the top hundred, so what difference did it make whether the ranking was slightly lower or slightly higher?
The second round of the test was the key, and it definitely checked one's strength; they only had to give it their all at this stage.
Ling Han walked to the boulder and sat down cross-legged. As his right fist trembled lightly, he imagined the Elephant War; fist after fist circulated, and in his fist appeared a gleam of lines like veins indistinctly formed from martial intent.
Being unemployed, he might as well practice — how could he waste time?
"Hmph, a small fry in the first layer of the Spiritual Ocean Tier dared to show off here!" A sharp voice sounded near Ling Han's ears.
Ling Han turned his head to see a skinny man looking at him with his hands crossed; the fourth layer of the Spiritual Ocean Tier was quite an impressive cultivation for a child his age.
After all, Tier Pedestal Tier warriors under thirty were still unheard of in the northern region.
"Who do you think you are?" Ling Han said with a frown; after all he was disguised, and under the condition of not revealing his ace card, he was unwilling to tolerate anything in the slightest, acting completely arrogant and domineering.
The youngster snorted and said, "This young master is Yan Jun."
"Oh!" Ling Han suddenly realized. Yan Jun was originally seventh rank and happened to be pushed by him, now rank eight; however, there was no point fighting to get ranked in the first round and he ran too fast, and he ran too fast, so he didn't have to bother about rankings at all.
"At the next check, I will defeat you!" Yan Jun said coldly. He certainly did not care about the rankings of this round before, but Ling Han was too young, making him extremely envious. Moreover, Ling Han was only at the first layer of the Spiritual Ocean Level, and being pushed down by such a person made him feel even more uncomfortable inside.
"Investigator – Investigator!" Ling Han sneered, not giving him any more attention.
Yan Jun's eyes shot out flames of anger, but he forcefully suppressed it. He only snorted; once the second examination began, he would definitely let Ling Han know the vastness of the world.
The beginning of this hostility is certainly confusing.
Ling Han shook his head and continued practicing the fist technique. He now formed three flashes of Fist Qi, and if he broke through to form a fourth, his battle prowess would have a small but fundamental change.
It was getting dark, more than four hours before midnight.
More and more people are coming back. Yang Chang, Si Qi Meng, Zhao Huan, Qi Yong Ye — those who were familiar with Ling Han or knew the names appeared one after another. He took a quick glance and looked at Zhao Huan and the others with excited expressions — it seemed like they had a good chance of getting into the top ten thousand.
Ling Han's ranking dropped considerably as expected, and the first place had already soared to a high point of twenty thousand; it was none other than Yang Chong.
However, without a moment, he was pushed down, and the first place became Ao Feng Hang.
He was supposed to be one of the Seven Sons of the Ao Family, but it was unknown which one this was. Ling Han laughed. Ao Feng has too many illegitimate children — he himself may not remember them, let alone outsiders.
"Huh?" Focused view. He looked at the fatty in the crowd, likely twenty-two or twenty-three years old. He was very foreign to him, but thanks to that round physique, Ling Han could be sure that this person was Ma Duo Bao.
His stature was completely flawed; no matter how kicking the disguise pill, it still could not disguise him who was like a stork standing amongst chickens.
"Catch her!" As expected, if Ling Han could find Ma Duo Bao, so would the cultivators of the Winter Moon Sect. Instantly, a few Tier Pedestal Tier warriors jumped out from an obscure angle, snatching Ma Duo Bao.
"Silver tanned, hope to see you again!" Ma Duo Bao immediately ran over and blinked towards Ling Han right before leaving.
It's strange!
Ling Han was surprised, as he did not have any special stature, and on top of the disguise, how did Ma Duo Bao know him? Could it be that those who are thieves have a special art of distinguishing people?
Ling Han was surprised, as he did not have any special stature, and on top of the disguise, how did Ma Duo Bao know him? Could it be that those who are thieves have a special art of distinguishing people?
Although Ma Duo Bao became fat, his movement technique was extremely fast. He swam through the crowd like a fish, and even the pursuers of the Pedestal Tier did not know how to start catching him. They stepped further and further, and in a short time, Ma Duo Bao had already dashed into the dense forest.
Ling Han was not worried about the man. His body was full of treasures, and even he could not see his strength; ma Duo Bao had enough ability to keep himself alive.
After Hu Niu and Yan Tian Zhao, there was one more ferocious beast .. Rong Huan Xuan was already an old monster that should not be counted.
Ranking is constantly updated. More and more of the top ten were led by those surnamed Ao, and without mentioning, they were definitely the Seven Sons of the Ao Family. This clearly explains the strength of the seven people who are so incredible — so many among them reached the top ten and none of them are thirty years old.
From this point on, Ao Feng's talent should also be outstanding, or he couldn't possibly be the father of so many prodigies – no wonder the Yue Family wanted to arrange a marriage with the Ao Family back then.
When midnight arrived, the first round of examinations were over; even if there were people who had not returned, their scores would not be counted.
Ling Han's ranking dropped to his forties, ranking forty seconds, while the first place was Ao Xing Lai who reached a staggering score of 30000.
"Great hundred, those who receive the black metal token, follow me," said a disciple.
"Ten thousand, still counting, everyone was patient" said another disciple.
Ling Han got up and left the Falling Goose valley, following everyone to the top of the mountain called Rising Sword Peak.
Ling Han got up and left the Falling Goose valley, following everyone to the top of the mountain called Rising Sword Peak.
The Yu Long Mountains were too big, so even with over twenty thousand people in the Winter Moon Sect, only seven mountain peaks were occupied. In terms of surface area, it is only one-thousandth.
However, these seven mountain peaks were filled with spiritual Qi, a sacred ground for cultivation. Comparatively, the spiritual quality of the Spiritual Rising Sword Peak was ranked last; this was where the lowest level disciples lived.
Ling Han and the others had yet to officially join the Winter Moon Sect, so they could only stay here temporarily.
Among the top hundreds, the disciples of the Winter Moon Sect took thirty spots, so two factions formed naturally. The first night, a fight almost broke out, but fortunately, with Tier Pedestal Tier warriors on guard, in the end nothing big appeared.
Ling Han looked around; the Seven Sons of the Ao Family had all reached the ninth layer of the Spiritual Ocean Level — was quite incredible. Other than the seventh, there were some who showed extraordinary talent, not inferior to the Seven Sons of Ao Family.
However, who is stronger should be decided in the exam tomorrow. Perhaps, the disciples of the Winter Moon Sect were all unsure of each other, wanting to come out as the top three among themselves.
Tonight was very unsettled, the silent conflict roiled; but the second day, the sun still rose as usual. Ling Han entered the Black Tower in the middle of the night and filtered the Yellow Dragon Fruit into a Spirit Fruit Back 1 — he might as well not waste time.
A Tier Pedestal Tier expert appeared before long, urging everyone to get up. Without letting them have breakfast, he took them to a large platform on the mountain slope. White Ore paved these tiles here; violence was one of the distinguishing features, even a full strength attack of a Tier Pedestal Tier warrior would not easily crush them. It was most suitable for making a battlefield.
The true ranking battle is about to begin.