The high priest waved his hand, and two of them walked up to the altar and carried the man down. Then the second man also went up to the altar, and was also illuminated by the light, and fainted on the altar.

The two of them didn't even cross the threshold, and some of them had a worried look on their faces. The third man walked up to the altar with his head held high, and the humanoid statue was covered by two rays of light on his body, and this person was different from the first two, his body only shook twice, and then he stood up, and then he sweated profusely, and after half a column of incense, he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

The humanoid statue said, "One hundred and nineteen, D-level." ”

The man stood up and walked down the altar with a look of disappointment, apparently not a good result. When the fourth man walked up to the altar, and when the light of the humanoid statue shrouded him, he didn't react at all, and at this moment, everyone's spirits were mobilized.

After a pillar of incense, the man's body began to shake, and sweat gradually oozed from his forehead. Then he shook his body more and more, but he still gritted his teeth and held on, and finally he couldn't stop it and fell to the ground.

The humanoid statue said, "Twenty-eight, Grade A." As soon as he finished saying this, the old man in the infancy of the audience showed joy on his face, thinking that he had a good result, and he was the person of this tribe. The man on the stage slowly got up and walked down.

Next, a company of more than twenty people walked up to the altar, seven or eight of them did not even cross the threshold, five were D-class, three were C-grade and B-class, but there were two A-class, one was twenty-nine and one was twenty-four.

When Du Ziping saw this, he understood that the lower the number, the higher the concentration of blood, the threshold is one hundred and twenty, and every thirty is a grade, and the level is divided into four grades from top to bottom, which are A, B, C, D.

Now that everyone under the altar has begun to whisper, it is no longer as solemn as it was at the beginning, and the high priest did not care, and the infant monks did not say anything. At this time, another person walked up to the stage, and saw that his cultivation was only the third layer of Jindan, but Du Ziping was slightly surprised, the blood and evil qi on this person's body was so pure.

Du Ziping heard someone say: "This person is just here to join in the fun, although a low cultivation does not mean that the bloodline concentration is low, but only after reaching the ninth layer of Jindan, the bloodline concentration is fixed." Although his mana is relatively pure, it is estimated that he can reach the lower level of the second grade, which is quite good. ”

Du Ziping secretly thought to himself: "I'm afraid that if you lose your eyes this time, this person may not be so unbearable." ”

The man walked up to the altar, and two rays of light from the humanoid statue fell on him. His body shook, and he staggered. The man who spoke earlier said: "To say that he can reach the second grade is to think highly of him." ”

Although this person's body was shaky and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, he gritted his teeth and stiffened. Everyone in the audience thought: Even if you die like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to last long.

A pillar of incense passed, and the man was sweating, but he still insisted on the stage. Only then did everyone in the audience be amazed. The man who spoke before was silent, and after a while, he said, "It's really strange that this person can hold on for so long." ”

It was a full half hour before the man slowly knelt on the ground. The humanoid statue said, "Seventeen, Grade A." ”

Everyone in the audience was taken aback, the concentration of blood in the third layer of Jindan has reached this point, and the future is unlimited. Then more and more people went up, but the Yunfei tribe was the last. By the time it was the turn of the Yunfei Tribe, the first rank had reached eleven people, and the best result was a monk of the third layer of the Jindan, with a qualification of seventeen.

Du Ziping heard someone say: "This time the Yunfei tribe is only afraid of more suspense, last time there were ten people, one of them was still level B, and the score was thirty-four, and the Yunfei tribe was not selected, let alone this time." ”

A person beside him said: "If the Yunfei tribe has not been selected this time, doesn't that mean that they have not entered the Blood Sand Lake for five hundred consecutive years? I am afraid that except for their patriarch, there will be no second Yuan Infant Stage cultivator, in this case, it will only be a matter of time before the Yunfei tribe is annexed." ”

Yuan Yifan listened on the side, still silent on the surface, but Du Ziping vaguely felt that the corners of his eyes jumped, knowing that these words pierced his heart.

At this time, the two people from the Yunfei tribe had already been carried down from the stage, and they hadn't even crossed the threshold. Lu Zhou glanced at Cao Heng and walked up to the stage.

I saw the two rays of light of the humanoid statue fall on him, and he shook on the stage. Du Ziping shook his head secretly, this Luzhou will definitely not be able to enter the first grade. Lu Zhou gritted his teeth and let beads of sweat the size of beans roll down his head, dripping on the altar, but he insisted on not moving.

After a while, everyone saw that he still hadn't fallen, and some people put away their contemptuous gazes, after all, there was a monk from the third layer of the Golden Pill in front of him, who dared to guarantee that this Killing Continent would not be able to squeeze into the first grade. After nearly a pillar of incense, Na Luzhou really couldn't hold on, opened his mouth, spewed out a stream of blood arrows, and slowly knelt down on his knees.

Lu Zhou refused to give up, forced a breath, and slowly straightened up his knees. He felt as if a mountain had pressed on his body, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and then his brain was dizzy, and he fell on the stage.

The humanoid statue said, "Thirty-seven, grade B." ”

At this time, the old man in the audience said: "Thirty-seven, stronger than last time, he was only thirty-eight last time." The words were full of sarcasm and ridicule. Yuan Yifan's face sank, ignored him, and said to Cao Heng: "It's your turn." ”

Cao Heng nodded, stepped onto the stage, and he, like Luzhou, persevered until he fainted and fell to the ground. The voice of the humanoid statue sounded without any emotion: "Thirty-one, grade B." Yuan Yifan looked at Du Ziping. Du Ziping nodded to him and walked up to the altar as well.

As soon as the two rays of light of the humanoid statue fell on Du Ziping's body, he suddenly felt that his shoulders sank, and his body couldn't help shaking. The old man who had ridiculed Luzhou before saw it and snorted, obviously thinking that Du Ziping was not enough.

Although the pressure of these two rays of light was great, Du Ziping didn't care too much, but after half a pillar of incense, Du Ziping felt drowsy. He was secretly surprised that these two rays of light actually had the effect of ecstasy. He didn't dare to run the Hades Technique, so he had to stiffen.

After another moment, someone in the audience whispered: "A pillar of incense, it is estimated that you can enter the first grade." Yuan Yifan didn't say anything, but his complexion gradually eased.

Du Ziping didn't know anything about the stage at all, but he was just running the blood transformation Dafa with all his might. It's just that his eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and his shoulders are getting heavier and heavier. The people in the audience saw that his sweat beads were also dripping, his eyes gradually blurred, and his body began to shake.

Yuan Yifan secretly shouted in his heart: "Du Ziping, you have to hold on a little longer, as long as it takes a while, it is estimated that you can enter the top eight." ”

After another moment, Du Ziping's body shook more and more, but he still refused to fall, and everyone present saw it, and they all decided that Du Ziping would definitely enter the top eight, but they didn't know the specific ranking.

Yuan Yifan smiled, as long as he got a place, the Yunfei tribe could cultivate in the Blood Sand Lake for fifty years, and he was sure that he would cultivate another Yuan Infant cultivator, so that even if the Yuan Infant disaster came, the Yunfei tribe would have a successor and would not be swallowed up.

Du Ziping's body shook suddenly, Yuan Yifan wanted to be ready to lift him down, but saw Du Ziping's waist straightened and he stood still again. It turned out that just now, he only felt that two forces, one cold and one hot, suddenly rose in his body, which was exactly what he had seen when he was refining the Essence Blood Fruit a few days ago.

With the support of this force, the operation of the Blood Transformation Dafa suddenly accelerated, making him sober up. After another pillar of incense, Du Ziping's body began to shake again, but at this time, everyone only cared about how long he could hold on.

After more than half an hour, Du Ziping breathed a sigh of relief, his feet were weak, and he sat on the ground. The humanoid statue said, "One, Grade A." ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was silent. This is an achievement that has never been seen before among the Blood Yakshas. Yuan Yifan secretly complained, he just wanted to get a place, but he didn't know that Du Ziping had made an unprecedented achievement, so that Du Ziping would definitely get everyone's attention, but I was afraid that someone would find a flaw.

An old man suddenly said: "Just now, the third layer of Jindan has been persisting for nearly half an hour, it is only seventeen, although Yan Hong's grades are strong, how can it not be so high." ”

The high priest shouted, "You dare to question the judgment of the ancestors?" The old man suddenly lost his words and hurriedly confessed. The humanoid statue said, "When he fell to the ground just now, the mana I used on him was exhausted. What's more important is that he is only a sixth-layer cultivator of Jindan, and if he can do this, he is naturally unprecedented. ”

As soon as Yuan Yifan heard this, he suddenly knew that something was wrong, and a cool air rose from behind, hoping that no one would notice Du Ziping's cultivation. But then he heard someone say: "No, this Yan Hong I know, he is a cultivator of the ninth layer of Jindan, when is it the sixth layer of Jindan?"

Du Ziping was speechless, and Yuan Yifan was in a hurry, and said: "In order to let Yan Hong achieve good results, I helped him with Lan Yu Daoyou before, greatly improving the purity of his mana, but unexpectedly let him cultivate to the sixth layer of Jindan. ”

At this time, an old man said, "In that case, why do you still set up a secret technique to cover up his true cultivation?"

Yuan Yifan said: "That's because a few days ago, I sent out to do some things, and I was afraid that others would see that his cultivation was low and delay things, so I used secret techniques to cover up his true cultivation, so that others could still see that he was still the cultivation of the ninth layer of Jindan." ”

Another person said: "Brother Yuan, your excuse is not very smooth." ”

Yuan Yifan said angrily: "Could it be that I also found a spy and mixed into our blood sand valley?"

Before the previous person could answer, the old man who had mocked the Yunfei tribe before said: "This is not necessarily, some people are crazy and can do anything." ”