With these thoughts passing through his mind, Fang Xuanzong took steps and quickly walked inside.

Senior Brother Zhang has been defeated. According to the rules, he has naturally passed the assessment.

However, no one noticed that when Fang Xuanzong walked inward, on a mountain peak inside the Zhenyuan Immortal Sect, two figures were suspended in the sky, standing side by side, taking in everything in sight.

Although the two of them are just standing motionless, they give people the feeling that they are like mountains and seas, and the mountains are far apart.

"Hahaha, you don't refuse anyone who comes!"

The person on the left is named Zhao Jinqiang. His long hair is tied into a ponytail, and he carries a eight-foot-long spear on his left shoulder. He smiles heartily:

"The selection of our True Essence Immortal Sect has not been so lively for a long time, so it's not in vain for me to come here in person. That boy named Fang Xuanzong has a very unique personality, and I like him very much. Brother Zhang, please don't say "Meteor Star Pavilion" to me then.

"Robbing people."

"That boy is indeed very strong, but the tree is big and easy to break. He offended the great elder on the first day he entered. I, the Wanjian Sect, don't want this hot potato."

The man on the right was wearing green clothes, with sharp eyebrows and cold eyes. He held a simple black sword in both hands and said with a cold expression.

"Haha, then we have an agreement."

Zhao Jinqiang laughed, his eyes showing heat:

"I'm quite optimistic about that kid. When he enters the inner sect in the future, his ranking on the list of heroes will probably change."
Chapter completed!