Immortal Emperor: Reborn in the Mixed City

Yuwen Xiongba also said at this moment: "Of course, who can beat Xiao Meng once she makes a move."

Yuwen Xiongba thought that Su Yan praised Xiao Meng. This was obvious. After all, Xiao Meng had won and hit the arrogant teenager in the face.

But what Su Yan praised was not Xiao Meng, Xiao Meng no longer needed to praise, for him, although this Mengjia boy had lost, he was still a genius, a good genius.

Who can always win the way through martial arts, who can be undefeated all the way magnanimously, defeat is not terrible, afraid of being unacceptable, afraid to face it, and unable to stand up.

As the saying goes, the more frustrated you are, the more courage you can become.

At this moment, the Meng family boy was dejected and stood up from the ground, without any dust on his body, and walked towards the gate of the training ground lonely.

He knew he was defeated, and even a seven or eight-year-old girl couldn't win. He was really embarrassed.

Only now did he know that what Su Yan said was not to humiliate them, they were really inferior to shit, and they had no pride at all.

Genius, thinking of this word, a wry smile appeared on the boy's face. He felt that these two words were not glory at this time, but a kind of branding, making them even more faceless.

The other genius teenagers and girls around also lowered their heads at this moment, and didn't dare to get angry anymore, they lost their temper at all.

After the group of big guys outside were stunned and noisy for a while, they were also silent now.

The entire martial arts field suddenly lost its voice at this moment, but so many people felt empty and a little lonely.

Su Yan looked at the back of the Mengjia boy, and said at this moment: "What is your name?"

The voice was unusually abrupt, because Su Yan was standing on a high platform, and the voice could spread everywhere, even without spring thunder with his tongue.

The boy Mengjia suddenly froze there, feeling that his steps were so heavy that he couldn't take a step at all.

He turned around and looked at Su Yan, his eyes full of sadness.

"The loser has no face to leave a name."

The boy from Meng's family was very straightforward. What he feared most was that Su Yan would humiliate him again, because at this moment he couldn't refute at all, and could only bear everything.

But how could Su Yan humiliate him, looking at him and saying, "You are defeated, but you can't become a big disciple, and didn't say you can't be a disciple."

Su Yan's words caused the Mengjia boy's complexion to change sharply, showing an incredible expression, completely astonished.

"This... how is this possible."

He didn't believe that he would still have a chance if he lost. This wouldn't be Su Yan's teasing.

"Sir, don't make fun of me."

"Making fun, making fun is before, now that stage has passed, if you still can't face yourself, then go."

If this dream boy still abandons himself and can't recognize himself clearly, then Su Yan is wrong.

When the Mengjia boy heard Su Yan's words, there was no wave on the surface, but his heart was shocked. He was not stupid but very smart. Su Yan was definitely not making fun of him, but really detaining him.

This is an opportunity, if it is lost, it will never be encountered again. One is not so weak for him, otherwise, why would he participate in the selection.

The boy from the Meng family looked outside the martial arts ground, where his father looked at him with an anxious expression on his face.

After all, Meng's boy was only thirteen years old. At this age, he was already precocious and very dazzling.

Finally, the Mengjia boy knelt down towards Su Yan, very respectful and respectful.

"Menglang thanked your lord!"

Su Yan recovered, nodded, and said directly: "Menglang, a second disciple!"

The sound persisted in the martial arts field for a long time and surrounded everywhere, and many people had to obey it.

Although Menglang cannot be compared with Xiao Meng, he is a genius compared to other people.

At this moment, there are still twenty geniuses left on the martial arts field, and the rest are gone, and Su Yan will not stay.

"Next, the selection will continue, no one has left, right?"

It was voluntary, so Su Yan was unhappy when his disciple was reluctant. After all, he used to be a fairy emperor, wouldn't it be embarrassing to be his disciple?

The rest of the people became nervous one by one at the moment, and began to select, but this is related to whether they can enter a door.

Su Yan looked at the geniuses and said lightly: "The selection is very simple. As long as you are geniuses, you can pass."

These words made the people even more speechless. Isn't this nonsense? Is it better to be eliminated as shit?

Thinking of this, a group of geniuses feel even more nervous, their faces are extremely tight, this can't be a failure, it must be selected.

Su Yan looked at these people with a smile on his face, and with a wave of his hand, a spirit group appeared in front of everyone.

"It's very simple. Just go in and stay for enough time to become a disciple."

Su Yan didn't say how long he stayed. This made a group of geniuses very uneasy. They could only guess based on the rankings. In his heart, Mou Jin must stay longer than others.

Everyone walked in, chose a place, meditated directly, and began to accept the test.

Su Yan also input some spiritual power, and it started to feel uncomfortable inside.

It's not just a kind of uncomfortable, all kinds of tastes are mixed, suddenly very cold, suddenly hot and unbearable, suddenly gravity is strong, suddenly there is no gravity...

Everyone was stir-fried like beans inside, with painful expressions on their faces, but no one came out.

After five minutes, there was no one, and even those who had no spiritual power persisted until they passed out.

This type of Su Yan let him pass on the spot. This test is nothing more than endurance, no endurance, no endurance, no persistence, how to become a strong person.

When ten minutes passed, that Li Xingye was also wet with sweat, shivering all of a sudden, and his whole body was like fire, but he had no intention to go out.

He finally fainted and was lifted out directly, which made Su Yan nod his head slightly. He was someone who could call.

At ten minutes, five people couldn't bear it and ran out, naturally all of them were eliminated.

Five people ran out in fifteen minutes and were naturally eliminated.

The remaining few people were still insisting. Three fainted after 20 minutes, and four fainted after 30 minutes.

At this time, there were the last two remaining inside, both of them were competing, one was a genius from Jiangbei, and the other was recommended by Southwest.

Whoever competes for the first place will naturally benefit, which obviously does not need to be explained.

In the end, the two fainted at the same time, and the time was frozen at 30 minutes.

Being able to hold on for 30 minutes already shows that the two of them are tough, and Su Yan's spiritual force group is not so comfortable.

In the end, Su Yan looked at these two people and couldn't help directly proclaiming: "They are the third and fourth disciples of the same discipline, and the remaining passes are counted according to their strength!"

It can be said that this group of people really stand out. From the initial selection to the current selection, they are passed by ability, not fraud.