Carrying the identifier from the interstellar to the world of immortal cultivation

The target of the mountain-building technique is still the assessment deacon.

Sui An learned the name of the assessment deacon, Zhang Shulin, from the onlookers.

Perhaps it was because he saw from the soul-stagnation technique just now that Shu Yeyu's control over magic far exceeded that of the cultivators of the same level, or perhaps it was because he wanted this assessment to be more interesting to watch, after all, so many people had been attracted, so this time Deacon Zhang did not stand there and let Shu Yeyu perform magic, but directly fought with Shu Yeyu with magic.

"In this kind of battle, if the person being tested gets nervous, he will definitely use his best technique!"

Someone among the onlookers said.

"How do you know that Senior Sister Shu's best technique isn't the Mountain Building Technique?"

This person knew Shu Yeyu and immediately retorted.

"It seems you don't know much about Senior Sister Shu. Senior Sister Shu has gold, wood, and fire spiritual roots. Mountain Building Technique is definitely not her forte."

Another disciple who knew Shu Yeyu joined the discussion.

Sui An listened to the discussions, but his attention was mostly focused on the battle between Shu Yeyu and Zhang Shulin.

Neither of them used any magical weapons, they both used pure sorcery.

Zhang Shulin launched his first magical attack on Shu Yeyu - the Fire Source Technique. At first, it was just a cluster of flames. In an instant, dozens of clusters of flames merged in mid-air to form a fire sword. Under Zhang Shulin's control, the fire sword attacked Shu Yeyu with lightning speed.

Sui An watched intently, but was shocked in his heart.

Zhang Shulin's attack was like a life-or-death situation.

"Brother Zhang, this is a desperate fight!"

"Is he not taking advantage of this opportunity to seriously injure Senior Sister Shu?"

The disciples who were watching also felt that something seemed to be wrong.

Sui An's brain was working rapidly. If Deacon Zhang really wanted to harm Senior Sister Shu, what should she do now?

He immediately asked for help from the Deacon Hall not far away. He wondered if any of the deacons on duty today could stop Deacon Zhang. Even if they could, he wondered if they would be willing to take care of the matter. It was too late for him to use his flying skills now.

These thoughts only flashed through her mind in an instant.

Just as Sui An was secretly circulating her spiritual energy and preparing to use what she thought was a very ordinary flying technique, she felt a darkness before her eyes.

She looked closely and saw that the flaming sword, which had originally made the surrounding sky brighter, had disappeared, leaving only the hilt exposed. The entire sword body was covered with a layer of black mud. What shocked Sui An even more was that the mud seemed to be alive and was still growing, trying to devour the hilt.

Although the fire sword did not dissipate and was still struggling inside the soil, it was deadlocked for a few breaths and was still unable to break free from the soil.

Deacon Zhang flicked his fingers, the spiritual energy dissipated, and the fire sword disappeared.

He bowed to Shu Yeyu and said, "I've often heard that Junior Sister Shu, the alchemist in the alchemy room, has a mastery of magic that is pure and wonderful. I've long wanted to learn from you. Today, I tried it out and it's true. This is my selfish desire, so please don't mind, Junior Sister Shu."

Shu Yeyu's face was stern. "Please ask Senior Brother Zhang to announce the results of the assessment."

Deacon Zhang didn't mind Shu Yeyu's indifference. He nodded with a smile and didn't keep the secret any longer. He directly picked up a jade slip and wrote two notes, "Junior Sister Sui and Junior Sister Shu have both passed the assessment! They will be gathering at Yiqing Peak in a month and will set off for Wanmang Forest."

Sui An breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Shu Yeyu, and they both smiled at the same time.

"Did Junior Sister Sui also pass? Her spiritual sense detection is indeed good, much stronger than the average fifth-level Qi Refining cultivator, but her flying technique...tsk tsk...her fall was a bit ugly."

"You're already at the sixth level of Qi Refining, but you're talking like a cultivator at the initial stage of Qi Refining who hasn't practiced the art of flying!"

A disciple in front had just expressed his doubts, and one could tell from his tone that he was somewhat dissatisfied. Shu Yeyu turned her head. Although she didn't like to talk, she still had to say what she had to say.

But she didn't need to say anything, someone had already started to criticize her.

"what do you mean?"

"That's literally what it means!"

"you……"

"Senior Brother Lin, Senior Brother Wei, stop arguing!" A slightly childish voice interrupted the argument between the two. Sui An turned around and saw a boy of about fourteen or fifteen years old, with the cultivation level of the fourth level of Qi Refining.

The young man saw Lin Dushu and Wei Zhi stop and look at him. His face flushed slightly, but he still puffed out his chest and analyzed with reason and evidence: "Although Senior Sister Sui's falling posture is not very good, I think she is very powerful."

Lin Dushu was about to retort, but he thought, "How could it be so serious after falling like that?"

But before she could open her mouth, the young man looked at him and asked seriously, "Brother Lin, did you record how long I was hovering in the air just now?"

Lin Dushu paused. How could he know that his attention was drawn to him when Sui'an's spiritual energy became unstable and he began to somersault in the air. He ran over with many onlookers to watch the fun. As for the previous part where Sui'an was flying in the air, he didn't see it at all, so how could he record it?

"A quarter of an hour! A full quarter of an hour! Senior Sister Sui, with her fifth-level Qi Refining cultivation, stayed in mid-air for a quarter of an hour without any support. After a quarter of an hour, her spiritual energy became unstable, and she somersaulted twice to control her body. Even when she finally fell, she used her limited spiritual energy to create a layer of spiritual energy platform before hitting the ground, which slowed her down and prevented her from even sustaining a minor injury."

After the boy finished speaking, he looked at Lin Dushu seriously and asked, "Can you do it?"

Of course, in order to show respect to his senior brother and save him some face, he did not say this out loud, but the meaning in his eyes was clear as day.

The junior brother saved face for the senior brother and didn't ask directly, but Wei Zhi, who was also a senior brother, asked directly, "Yes, Junior Brother Lin, can you do it?"

"Forget Junior Brother Lin. I don't think I can even hover in mid-air for a quarter of an hour without any object or external force. Sigh, I used to think my flying skills were pretty good, but now it seems I was just too complacent!"

Lin Dushu did not answer. The person who spoke was Sun Yufan, another cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining, whose cultivation level was one level higher than Lin Dushu.

"Well, you are indeed complacent. You only saw that Junior Sister Lin was good at flying, but you didn't realize the exquisiteness of her spiritual consciousness!"

Wei Zhi nodded, seriously affirming Sun Yufan's modesty.

"Brother Wei, at a distance of three hundred steps, can't your spiritual sense detect it?"

The young man asked before Sun Yufan, with a puzzled look on his face.

Wei Zhi raised his index finger and shook it twice in a serious tone, "No, no! When my junior sister released her spiritual sense to investigate, I also released her spiritual sense. I believe I am not the only one who did this."

As Wei Zhi spoke, he looked towards the monks who had not yet dispersed around him. Sure enough, someone in the crowd nodded.

Wei Zhi coughed lightly and asked, "How many purple lilies did you see?"

As soon as these words were spoken, someone who had responded earlier said, "Of course it's twelve."

But someone else whispered, "I saw eleven plants, and I thought Junior Sister Sui was mistaken. But when I checked again, I found that there were actually twelve plants. I thought I had counted wrong before. Isn't that right?"

One person spoke first, and the others who had only seen eleven purple lilies followed suit. Their first reaction was that they had counted wrong, but they never doubted that their spiritual sense had failed to detect them.