Immortal emperor reborn 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 was praising Xiao Meng, which was obvious. After all, it was Xiao Meng who won and slapped the arrogant young man in the face.

But it was not Xiao Meng that Su Yan praised. Xiao Meng no longer needed praise. To him, although this boy from the Meng family lost, he was still a genius, a good genius.

Who can always win during the journey of practicing martial arts? Who can always be undefeated if they are honest all the way? Failure is not scary, but what is scary is not being able to accept it, not daring to face it, not being able to stand up.

As the saying goes, the more frustrated you become, the more courageous you become, and only in this way can you become a strong person.

The Meng family boy was dejected at this moment. He stood up from the ground, without even brushing off the dust on his body, and walked lonely towards the door of the martial arts training ground.

He knew that he had lost. He couldn't even defeat a seven or eight-year-old girl. He was really embarrassed and disgraced.

Only now did he realize that what Su Yan said was not to humiliate them. They were really worse than shit and had nothing to be proud of.

Genius, thinking of this word, a bitter smile appeared on the Meng family boy's face. He felt that these two words were no longer an honor, but a brand, making them even more shameless.

The other genius boys and girls around them also lowered their heads at this moment, no longer daring to be angry, and completely lost their temper.

After the group of big guys outside made a fuss for a while, they also fell silent at this moment.

The entire martial arts training ground was silent at this moment, but so many people felt empty and a little lonely.

Su Yan looked at the back of the Meng family boy and said, "What's your name?"

The sound was unusually abrupt. Because Su Yan was standing on a high platform, the sound could spread everywhere, even if he didn't use his tongue to break the spring thunder.

The figure of the Meng family boy suddenly froze there, feeling that his steps were extremely heavy and he could not take a step at all.

He turned around and looked at Su Yan, his eyes filled with sadness.

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

The Meng family boy's words were very straightforward. What he feared most was that Su Yan would humiliate him again, because at this moment he had no way to refute and could only bear everything.

But how could Su Yan humiliate him? He looked at him and said, "You failed. It's just that you can't become a disciple of the first sect. It didn't say that you can't become a disciple of the first sect."

Su Yan's words caused the Meng family boy's face to change suddenly, showing an incredible expression, and he was completely shocked.

"This...how is this possible?"

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

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

"Making fun, teasing was before, but now it has passed that stage. If you still can't face yourself, then leave."

If this young man from the Meng family still gives up on himself and cannot recognize himself clearly, then Su Yan has misjudged the person.

When the young man from the Meng family heard Su Yan's words, he was calm on the surface, but was shocked inside. He was not stupid, but very smart. Su Yan was definitely not making fun of him, but truly trying to save him.

This is an opportunity. If he loses it, he will never encounter it again. Yimen is not that weak to him, otherwise why would he participate in the selection.

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

After all, the Meng family boy is only thirteen years old. At this age, he is already considered precocious and very dazzling.

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

"Menglang thanks you, sir!"

Su Yan's expression recovered, he nodded, and said directly: "Menglang, the second disciple of the first sect!"

The sound persisted in the martial arts training ground, surrounding everyone, and many people had no choice but to obey.

Although Meng Lang can't compare with Xiao Meng, he is a genius compared to others.

At this moment, there are still twenty geniuses left in the martial arts training field. The rest have left, and Su Yan will not keep them.

"The selection will continue. No one will leave, right?"

It was voluntary, but Su Yan would be unhappy if he was unwilling to become his disciple. After all, he was once the Immortal Emperor, so wouldn't it be embarrassing to be his disciple?

The remaining people became nervous one by one at this moment and began to select, which was related to whether they could enter the first door.

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

These words made everyone even more speechless. Isn't this nonsense? Is being eliminated really going to be worse than shit?

Thinking of this, the group of geniuses became even more nervous and their faces were extremely tense. This cannot fail, they must be chosen.

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

"It's very simple. If you go in and stay for enough time, you can become a disciple."

Su Yan did not say how long he would stay, which made the group of geniuses very uneasy. They could only guess based on their rankings, and they must stay longer than others.

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

Su Yan also input some spiritual power and began to feel uncomfortable inside.

It’s not just a feeling of discomfort, it’s a mixture of various flavors. One moment it’s extremely cold, the next moment it’s unbearably hot, the next moment the gravity is strong, the next moment there’s no gravity at all…

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

Five minutes passed, and there was no one there. Even those without spiritual power persisted until they fainted.

Su Yan let him pass on the spot. The test of this test was nothing more than endurance. Without endurance, if you can't endure hardship, if you can't persevere, how can you become a strong person?

When ten minutes passed, Li Xingye was also wet with sweat. He was shivering and burning, but he had no intention of going out.

He fainted in the end and was carried out directly. This made Su Yan slightly nod, he was someone who could give some guidance.

In ten minutes, five people couldn't stand it anymore and ran out. Naturally, they were all eliminated.

Five people rushed out within fifteen minutes and were naturally eliminated.

The remaining few people still persisted, three of them fainted after twenty minutes, and four of them fainted after thirty minutes.

At this time, there were only the last two people left inside, and they were both competing, one was a genius from Jiangbei, and the other was self-recommended from Southwest.

Whoever competes for first place will naturally have benefits. This is obvious and does not need to be explained.

In the end, both of them fainted at the same time, and the time was frozen at thirty minutes.

Being able to hold on for thirty minutes already shows how strong the two of them are. Su Yan's spiritual power group is not that easy to bear.

In the end, Su Yan looked at these two people and couldn't help but declare directly: "They are the third and fourth disciples of the same sect. The rest will be calculated according to their strength!"

It can be said that this group of people really stands out. From the initial selection to the current selection, they all passed based on their ability and did not commit fraud.