Immortal Renegade

Chapter 4 Ruthless
The stone steps are steep and uneven, and the two sides are even more dangerous. If you are not careful, you will fall.

After walking for less than half a day, Wang Lin felt that his legs were filled with lead, sweating like rain, and it was difficult to walk as if he was out of breath. At the foot of the mountain, the stone steps were not very long, but when he actually walked on it, he found that he was out of breath. This path seems to have no end, making people feel hopeless from the bottom of their hearts.

In front of him were more than a dozen strong young men, all of them panting and slowly climbing up.So far, none have given up.

Wang Lin gritted his teeth and insisted. He knew that this was his last chance. The expectant eyes of his parents kept lingering in his heart. At this moment, a teenager behind him suddenly trembled, stepped on the air, and quickly fell from the side, screaming in horror. Suddenly resounded.

"I give up, help!"

Everyone stopped and looked down at the same time, only to see a flash of black light, a Hengyue disciple rushed out from nowhere, grabbed the teenager who was in the air, and gently landed at the foot of the mountain.

Wang Lin was pale and silent. He cautiously continued to climb up. Time passed quickly. Two days later, the dozen or so teenagers in front of him were no longer in sight.

Wang Lin didn't know how many of these companions had given up. All he knew was that he would never give up. Although he felt blood blisters on his legs and feet, and the piercing pain came from the broken blood blisters, he still insisted on using it. Climb forward with hands.

"Children's heart is strong, but Dao Dao is ruthless, futile, futile..." With a leisurely sigh, he fell from the top of the mountain in the distance, a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion, his body lightly fell from the stone steps, and one by one The young man walked quickly by his side, his face full of emotion.

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

Wang Lin's expression was already blurred. He only had one thought in his heart, that is, he would climb to the top of the mountain even if he died. He didn't hear the middle-aged man's question at all. In his eyes, except for this stone steps path , and nothing else.

The middle-aged man looked at Wang Lin's eyes, and was quite moved by the strength of his mind. He pressed his hand on Wang Lin's head, then shook his head and said to himself, "Perseverance is excellent, but unfortunately the aptitude is too ordinary, no fate, no fate... ..." He took a deep look at Wang Lin and continued to walk down the stone steps.

The next night, Wang Lin's hands were bloody, and the stone steps he climbed left a deep trail of blood. Wang Lin no longer knew about this. to the time of dying.

At the moment of sunrise on the third day, he vaguely seemed to see the end of the stone steps, but unfortunately a ruthless voice came like thunder, shaking his heart.

"The time has come, only three qualified, the rest... failed!"

Wang Lin gave a miserable laugh, leaned forward, and fell on the stone steps, unconscious.

The middle-aged man in black who had tested his talent three days ago stood on the top of the mountain and looked at Wang Lin, who was less than ten meters away, with a ruthless look in his eyes.

At this time, several disciples of the Hengyue Sect quickly walked down from the top of the mountain, bringing all the teenagers who were still insisting on the mountain to the mountain and fed them uniformly.

"Senior brother, 39 testers have given up 25 people. In addition to the three qualified ones, there are 11 people." A female disciple from Hengyue sent back coldly. The foundation of small practice martial arts, barely qualified in perseverance, only to become a registered disciple, it took nearly ten years of hard work, and still has not become a real disciple.

The middle-aged man in black had an icy demeanor, nodded slightly, and glanced at the 11 teenagers who were all in a coma. Send them back to their respective families. As for the 25 people who persisted until the end, after they wake up, they will be sent to the Sword Spirit Pavilion together to see if anyone has a relationship with the Sword Spirit. If not, they will still be sent back to their respective families.”

After speaking, the middle-aged man walked away without even looking at these teenagers.

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

This sword spirit test was not conducted by a middle-aged man in black, but by a strange young man in white, but without exception, they all looked cold and looked at them, as if looking at ants, ruthless.

"This is the final test. Those who can enter this room are qualified." The young man's words were short, and his face was even more impatient.

As far as Wang Lin could see, it was an extremely ordinary house. The door in the middle of the house opened, and when he looked in, he saw ancient swords of different lengths placed inside.

The teenagers walked to the room one by one in order. The first teenager had just approached the house five feet away, and he was struggling, and was pushed back several feet by an invisible force.

"Unqualified, next!" The young man said lightly.

Wang Lin was the seventh. All the previous six people were unable to move forward at five feet. He smiled bitterly, mentioned the few expectations left in his heart, and walked forward.

At five zhang, he walked over with ease, and Wang Lin was stunned for a moment, his inner expectations rapidly rising, his mouth was dry, his heart was beating wildly, and he continued to step out a zhang.

With a "Huh" sound, the young man's eyes flashed, showing a look of interest, his face softened, and he said, "Don't hesitate, keep walking in, if you can walk into the house and get the Sword Spirit's approval, even if you tested it twice before. If you are not qualified, you will be accepted as a real disciple!"

The other ten teenagers all showed envy on their faces, and there was deep envy hidden in this envy.

Wang Lin was nervous, and the expectant eyes of his parents came into his mind again, and he stepped out a zhang. At this time, he was still three feet away from the gate.Wang Lin was apprehensive and took another step.

At this moment, a huge force suddenly appeared, rushing towards Wang Lin frantically, his body quickly retreated uncontrollably, and only stopped when he was more than ten feet away.

The other teenagers standing beside him all had mocking expressions in their eyes. From their point of view, Wang Lin should be the same as himself, and there would be no chance.

With a miserable laugh, Wang Lin's inner wound got bigger, and the expectant gaze of his parents gradually disappeared from his mind.

The young man's expression was as cold as before, and he said lightly: "Unqualified, next."

(End of this chapter)