After passing the Wild Wolf Valley, what appeared in front of me was a lush group of peaks. There are more than a dozen large and small mountain peaks.

Surrounded by mountains, the main altar of the Iron Sword Alliance is located on the highest and most dangerous small lonely mountain in the middle.

Wu Yan held a palm-sized wooden plaque engraved with four characters in his hand, and he was a little inexplicably excited. The rumors are true, as long as they are eight to fourteen years old, regardless of their background, they can participate in the entry selection of the Iron Sword Alliance. This time it seems to be the right one.

He still had two things in his hand. A piece of dry coarse grain cake, a small gourd of water. This is an item distributed by the deacon disciples who are responsible for the selection of the Iron Sword Alliance.

The first level of the selection assessment is the endurance assessment.

From where they are standing now, the young man who is assessed has to hike all the way over two hundred-zhang high hills, cross two valleys, and arrive at the Buried Sword Valley under the Hidden Sword Peak of Xiaogu Mountain within half a day, even if he has passed the first level.

In the Valley of Buried Blades, what awaits them is the second level assessment, and as for what the assessment is, it will be under the control of the disciple in charge of the next level.

On this road, every hundred zhang, there are disciples of the Iron Sword Alliance to supervise, and if there is cheating or abstention, these disciples will be responsible for dealing with it.

Wu Yan took the piece of coarse grain cake into his arms, looked firmly at the highest mountain peak in the distance, and then strode forward.

After drinking a stomach of well water, he still didn't feel hungry, and for some reason, he even felt a cool breath in his belly, which slowly penetrated into his whole body, making his spirit and body unprecedentedly good.

Since you are not hungry, dry food must be preserved first. Having to walk such a long distance is very taxing on the body. Dry food and water should be left for use at the most critical moment.

Many teenagers from wealthy families carry more or less exquisite food with them. He couldn't compare to the teenagers, but he cherished the opportunity he had now, so he had to figure out how to proceed with each step.

Many teenagers couldn't wait to rush along the rugged mountain road in the direction of Xiaogu Mountain. There are also some peasant boys with experience in mountain climbing, walking forward with a wooden stick in a hurry.

Wu Yan carried a broken bag, a dog beating stick, and walked barefoot, picking up the grass on the side of the road as much as possible. The trail is full of gravel and it is very difficult to step on it, and if you are not careful, you may be scratched. Wu Yan didn't want this kind of danger to appear on his own.

When Wu Yan crossed the first valley and climbed the first hill, he was already tired and panting, sweating profusely. The well water in the abdomen, with the sharp consumption of the body, is already empty. He was tired and hungry now, dizzy and very uncomfortable.

Along the way, there were already many rich teenagers who fell on the side of the road and gasped for breath, took out the food they brought and ate it.

Wu Yan knew that he must not stop on this road. Except for the piece of coarse grain cake issued by the Iron Sword Alliance, a gourd of clear water, and the little well water stored in the incense burner, he no longer had any source of supplementation.

The long-term and arduous wandering life made him understand that once he stopped, maybe he would never be able to stand up again.

Hard, step by step, following the path down the mountain, carefully going down, he finally appeared in the second valley. Wu Yan tried his best to make the rhythm of his walking neither fast nor slow.

The rumbling in his belly is non-stop, and his feet are like stepping on cotton, fluttering lightly. The feeling of starry eyes and chest against the back is not a person who has experienced it, and will never be able to understand the pain.

As Wu Yan walked, he took out the coarse grain cake, thought about it, and looked up at the mountain in front of him. He broke the whole grain cake in half, then put half of it back in his bosom and took the other half in his hand. He chewed it carefully one bite at a time and swallowed it slowly, while holding the broken bag in the armpit and holding the dog beating stick, he walked forward.

After eating half of the coarse grain cake, Wu Yan felt a little more recovered, and his stomach was no longer so uncomfortable. He then took out a small gourd filled with water, filled it with a few sips of water, put away the gourd, and continued to walk.

The sun has climbed up to the middle of the sky, and it is hot, and the roasting people are very uncomfortable.

The teenagers who still insisted on walking forward on the road gradually became scarce. Wu Yan noticed that most of the teenagers who are still insisting on moving forward are peasant teenagers, and only a very small number of rich teenagers are still persevering.

Young beggars like him, who fled and were lucky, are extinct.

Not all teenagers have such an unwavering heart as him.

Finally climbed the second mountain, seeing that victory was not far away, Wu Yan was a little excited, a little excited. However, he felt that the road ahead was going to be even more difficult.

With the discharge of a large amount of sweat, the body loses too much water, and the whole body is hot and uncomfortable. The blood seemed to be boiling.

It's easy to go up the mountain, but hard to get down.

At this time, all the teenagers who were still holding on stood on the second mountain. It's not that they don't want to hurry down, after all, at the foot of the mountain is the end of the first level, the Valley of Buried Blades.

It's just that the road down the mountain in front of me is too steep and dangerous.

A hill is a hundred feet high, but the road down the mountain is built on a bare cliff almost vertically. Not to mention going down, just standing here and looking down, I feel dizzy.

The two disciples of the Iron Sword Alliance who were in charge of supervising on the mountain looked at the group of pale teenagers in front of them with disdain and banter in their eyes.

I think that at the beginning, they also entered the Iron Sword Alliance through this kind of assessment. At that time, they were no better than the group of teenagers in front of them.

Now seeing this group of teenagers, while the two of them sighed, an inexplicable sense of superiority and disdain arose.

Wu Yan saw that there were more than 100 teenagers who arrived here, and he felt a lot of pressure in his heart. Now it's time to take a break and replenish your depleted body.

He was not like the other teenagers, who looked down the mountain with a pale face. He found a mountain rock as if nothing happened, sat down, took out half a coarse grain cake and half a gourd of water, and ate and drank.

The two disciples of the Iron Sword Alliance who were in charge of supervising glanced at Wu Yan in surprise, then looked at each other, pouted, and then nodded again.

"This little is called Hanako, the body is quite good, and he is a seedling. Lao Yang, pay attention, Elder Feng has started to offer rewards again this year, recruiting this kind of young man who has a flexible heart, can endure hardships, and has good endurance. I think this kid is good, what do you think?" muttered a shrill voice.

"Well, I'll see. This kid is a beggar, and he has no problem enduring hardships. Being able to go all the way here, and still have half a piece of coarse grain cake and half a gourd of clear water, it shows that he has a lively mind, can make careful calculations, and has good endurance. He is very much in line with Elder Feng's requirements, just him, wait to keep an eye on the point, don't let him fall to his death when he goes down the mountain. Hehe, maybe this time our brothers will be lucky and get Elder Feng's reward. Another deep voice continued.

The two disciples of the Iron Sword Alliance put their heads together and muttered in a low voice.

Wu Yan didn't know that he was already being remembered. He finished eating the coarse grain cake, drank the last drop of water, and threw the little gourd aside, feeling that his stomach was no longer so hot, and his body was gradually recovering.

A tall figure suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, covering the hot sunlight in front of him. Wu Yan looked up strangely, squinting and saw a large young man with a simple appearance and a naked upper body blocking his eyes.

The big boy smiled at him with his white teeth, and said in a simple tone: "Brother, this way down the mountain, it's not easy to walk alone, how about we go together?"