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Chapter 897 Three Idiots
According to the memory in his mind, Fang Han walked for about half an hour and stopped in front of a huge mansion.

There is a huge plaque hanging on the entrance of the mansion, and there are three big characters flying and phoenix dancing on it!
"Tianhanmen".

A smile appeared at the corner of Fang Han's mouth. As expected, Tianhan Sect still exists and has not disappeared with the passage of time.

What made Fang Han stunned was that there was a long queue at the gate of Tianhan Gate at this moment.

There are men and women in this team, but everyone has a child with them. These children are generally between 12 and 16 years old, and there are also some young people between 17 and 20 years old.

Fang Han's ear is so keen, he soon knew why there was a long queue here.

Because today is the last day of Tianhanmen's seven-day recruitment of disciples.

They were also the last batch of people who came to participate in the Tianhanmen assessment, or brought their children to test their talents.

Tianhanmen's requirement is that if a child is under the age of 16, he can test his talent, but he is not allowed to participate in the assessment.

After passing the talent test, one is old enough to become an outer disciple of Tianhan Sect.

But if the age is over 16 years old and under 20 years old, you need to test your talent and pass the assessment before you can become an outer disciple of the Tianhan Sect.

As for people over 20 years old, they have lost their best cultivation period, so Tianhan Sect does not need people over 20 years old.

The corners of Fang Han's mouth curled up slightly, as the saying goes, it's better to come sooner than later.

He was thinking about how to get his things back, and now the opportunity came.

He quietly sneaked into the crowd, which was divided into two small teams.

The first is a team of elderly people with their children, and the second team is a group of people between the ages of 16 and 20.

Of course Fang Han sneaked into the second team.

The ratio of the number of the two teams is very large, the number of the first team has reached more than 400 people, and the second team has only more than 100 people.

……

The people in front of Fang Han were eliminated one by one, only a few passed the talent test, and soon it was Fang Han's turn to play.

Fang Han didn't care, and followed a guard of the Tianhan Sect into the Tianhan Sect.

Stepping into the door, a huge square is greeted in front of your eyes, and guards from the Tianhan Gate pass by from time to time.

The guards brought Fang Han to a huge quaint stone platform, and a powerful coercion emanated from the quaint stone platform, oppressing those who approached.

"Go up, drop a drop of blood into the groove in the center of the stone platform, and your martial arts talent will be revealed."

"The stone platform has seven colors, white, yellow, orange, red, green, blue, and purple." The white talent is the weakest, and the purple talent is the highest.

"Minimum yellow talent is required to pass the test."The guard, who looked indifferent, said coldly.

Fang Han nodded, looked at the simple stone platform with a meaningful look, stepped forward, and bit his fingertips.

A drop of turbid blood dripped down Fang Han's fingertips into the groove in the center of the ancient stone platform.

Seeing the turbid blood dripping from Fang Han, the three middle-aged monks standing beside the stone platform couldn't help shaking their heads, looking very disappointed.

These three are monks belonging to Su, Li, and Murong's family among the four major families of Tianhanmen. Naturally, they came here to see if there are any new disciples with better talents, so that they can be drawn into their own family.

Although Tianhanmen is a sect, Tianhanmen is also divided into four major families.

On weekdays, they also fight openly and secretly, so naturally they don't want talented disciples to be robbed by people from other camps.

In their view, the turbid blood squeezed out by Fang Han is the lowest level of blood. The turbid blood in a person's body often means that this person has no martial arts talent, so they naturally feel a little disappointed.

Disappointment was disappointment, they didn't show any expressions on their faces, and it seemed that nothing could make their hearts stir.

A drop of Fang Han's turbid blood dripped into the groove in the center of the quaint stone platform, like a mud cow entering the sea, without causing any changes.

"Even the lowest level of white talent can't be stimulated. Nowadays, people are really worse than each other..." Su Poor couldn't help but shook his head, with a helpless expression on his face.

Li Yang and Murong Ren nodded. The young man in his early nineteens in front of him was the first person this year who couldn't even arouse his white talent.

According to the situation in the past few years, the lowest level of people who came to take part in the test were able to arouse the white talent.

But this year, there came a person who couldn't even inspire the white talent, it was really not as good as the batch.

In an inconspicuous corner near the stone platform, an old man in a gray robe sat on the ground with his back against a wall.

At this moment, his closed eyes opened slightly, revealing a pair of cloudy and lifeless pupils.

If you observe deliberately, there are many Tianhanmen monks passing by around this old man, but no one looks at this gray-robed old man.

He seems to be integrated with this world.

The gray-robed old man frowned slightly, and looked in the direction where Fang Han was with his cloudy eyes.

For some reason, he always felt that the young man in front of him seemed extraordinary...

"you failed……"

The voice of the guard beside Fang Han sounded without any emotion.

But Fang Han has no tendency to leave.

Just when the guards wanted to go crazy and directly took Fang Han down and threw it out, the ancient stone platform suddenly emitted a burst of dazzling white light, which then turned into a faint yellow light.

Su Qian and the other three all let out a sigh of relief. They originally thought that Fang Han had failed, but they made a mistake.

"Although it passed, it barely passed. The light is too weak..." Su Po sighed.

His words got the approval of Li Yang and Murong Ren.

"Three idiots..." Not far away, the old man in gray robe muttered, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

Fang Han and the guards came to another small square. With the end of the talent test, a total of 700 people passed the talent test. After that, as long as they pass the assessment of Tianhan Sect, they can officially become the disciples of Tianhan Sect.

Of course, these six 700 people are not just the people who were tested on the last day, but also the sum of the disciples recruited in the previous six days.

In this small square, everyone looked eager to try.

"quiet!"

An old man appeared above the square out of thin air, and a powerful aura surged out, and the originally noisy square became quiet in an instant.

Under the awe of the powerful aura of the old man, everyone was a little out of breath.

With a wave of the old man's hand, the great pressure felt by the people in the square disappeared.

Without too much explanation, the old man took out a spell, and there was a loud rumbling sound, and the whole square trembled violently.

(End of this chapter)