God of Cooking, Monster: No, we have become ingredients

Upon hearing that the second round of assessment was actually an actual combat, someone finally couldn't help but ask.

"May I ask, Sect Master, can I not participate in this practical assessment? I think......................"

This was a sincere remark, but before the man could finish, Qi Xiong interrupted him with a cold snort.

"Humph, how can you join the sect without taking the assessment? What do you think our Daoyi Immortal Sect is? A market town, where you can join whenever you want?"

Qi Xiong shouted angrily, but facing this shout, many young monks looked strange.

Is that what they mean? You made it too easy. It's totally boring.

What’s the point of an exam that you can pass with your eyes closed?

But Qi Xiong didn’t know all this. When Lin Potian said that he was under a lot of pressure, he naturally believed it.

After being interrupted, the young monk wanted to open his mouth to say something else, but before he could open his mouth, a spiritual voice sounded in his mind.

"Shut up, if you say one more word, I'll kill you."

Ok? ? ?

Hearing the sudden voice transmission, he looked in the direction of the sound and saw several disciples from the same immortal clan glaring at him fiercely. The voice transmission just now came from one of them.

Seeing this, the man was so frightened that he dared not speak.

What on earth did these immortal disciples mean? Did they say something wrong? What kind of practical test was that? Even they found it boring. How could these immortal disciples be interested in it?

They must have come into contact with each other before, and it should have been with the Immortal Leader.

The man didn't dare to refute. Seeing this, Qi Xiong nodded with satisfaction. He glared at Lin Potian and told him not to mess up again. Then he announced the start of the second round of assessment.

As Qi Xiong finished speaking, on the square on the top of the mountain, with a wave of Lin Potian's hand, eight puppets fell from the sky with a bang.

Each puppet is jet black, tall and strong, and looks difficult to deal with.

Just seeing these eight puppets, everyone, especially the immortal disciples, had even more complicated expressions.

Isn't this refining method a bit too crude? Who refined this thing?

"Don't worry, Senior Brother. This is a puppet that I have spent my entire life refining. It is very powerful and can handle a lot of pressure."

"Ah."

After hearing Lin Potian's confident assurance, Qi Xiong's expression improved a little and he nodded expressionlessly.

With the appearance of the eight puppets, the second round of assessment officially began.

Many disciples took up the challenge in order of priority.

However, before starting, Qi Xiong directly increased the bet just in case.

According to the original rules, the requirement for the second round of assessment is to pass as long as you can hold out for a hundred moves against these eight puppets.

But now, Qi Xiong directly changed it to that on the premise of persisting for a hundred moves, he must not be hit, or after being hit, he must be able to counterattack the puppet and cause the same damage.

The difficulty undoubtedly increased instantly, but even so, none of the many young monks who took the test were worried.

What's so difficult about this? The simplest way is to just destroy these puppets. They are not very well made anyway and are obviously not treasures.

Both sides had their own thoughts, and the second round of assessment began.

At the beginning, it was still the immortals who came first, because they were the first group to climb to the top of the mountain.

This rich man is just one step ahead of others.

Lin Potian called out names, and the people whose names were called stepped forward to challenge.

The eight people in the first round quickly confirmed it, and when they came in front of the puppets, Lin Potian also activated the puppets and gave orders.

As the command was given, the eight puppets moved instantly, and Lin Potian said to Qi Xiong confidently.

"Just wait and see, big brother. There won't be any surprises this time... huh?"

Lin Potian was just halfway through his words when he became dumbfounded. His eyes widened and he stood there in a daze, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

At this time, Qi Xiong's voice came from afar.

"It won't happen."

The words were filled with coldness and suppressed anger. Lin Potian opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

In the field, facing the attack of eight puppets, the eight immortal disciples who were taking the first round of assessment did not even move a finger.

Just relying on his protective spiritual energy, he easily blocked the attacks of the eight puppets.

To put it simply, these eight puppets that Lin Potian described as being under great pressure couldn't even break other people's defenses.

You're telling me that I'm stressed? And there won't be any more accidents. Are you kidding me?

Qi Xiong narrowed his eyes and stared at Lin Potian. Being stared at by his senior brother made him sweat coldly and felt a surge of resentment coming towards him like a raging wave.

But he was wronged. There was nothing wrong with these eight puppets. He could guarantee that. But why......................

Lin Potian himself was dumbfounded.

While the two were talking, the eight puppets...had been easily dismantled into a pile of scrap metal by the eight immortal disciples.

Now, even the puppets used for assessment are gone. How can we conduct the assessment next?

Qi Xiong had a blank expression on his face, but in fact he was on the verge of collapse.

At this moment, he wished he could crush that bastard Lin Potian to death. Look at how he arranged the sect entrance examination.

There were two rounds of assessment, and I couldn't stand either one.

"Big Brother, this puppet is gone, what should we do next?"

"roll."

Lin Potian asked worriedly, Qi Xiong shouted with a dark face.

Now that things have come to this, it seems that we can only show off some real stuff, otherwise these youngsters will really look down on Daoyi Sect.

Qi Xiong decided to conduct the next assessment himself.

The first two rounds were so badly managed by that idiot Lin Potian that I had to rely on myself in the end.

The leisurely fun ends here, the next assessment is truly hellish.

Qi Xiong looked at the group of young monks below with serious eyes, ignoring the strange expressions on their faces.

Having already failed in two rounds in a row, we must not fail again in the third round.

Thinking of this, Qi Xiong took a deep breath and then spoke in a deep voice.

"Then we will proceed to the third round of assessment."

Ok? ? ?

Didn't we just start the second round of assessment? How come we're already in the third round, and we haven't even started yet?

When many young monks heard this, they were dumbfounded. They looked up at Qi Xiong in a daze, not knowing what this was all about.

The sect entrance examination I participated in today felt weird from beginning to end.

However, Qi Xiong didn't care what everyone thought. He paused for a moment and then continued.

"The third round tests concentration. Concentration is indispensable for cultivators. Without amazing concentration, even if one has excellent talent and is a genius, it will be difficult for one to achieve anything in his lifetime. Therefore, our Daoyi Immortal Sect also values ​​the concentration of our disciples, so the third round of assessment tests concentration."

"Big Brother, I didn't arrange any concentration test."

"roll."