Landing in the Fantastic World

He was indeed slightly better than Fatty from before.    

He swung his first sword out with a slight hint of sword force.    

The white-robed old man twirled his beard lightly and nodded, "I've finally found a way out. I'll give you 40 points."    

The one with a joyful expression went down.    

Following that, one youth after another came up to demonstrate, their score basically didn't exceed 50 points.    

This made many youths secretly sigh in relief.    

In the end, the Northwest Spiritual Academy was selected based on their ranking.    

If everyone had the same score in the test of comprehension, then the final candidate would have to depend on the beast hunting event tomorrow.    

However, this trace of happiness was quickly broken.    

When Qiao Minghan started demonstrating, everyone stood rooted to the ground.    

Qiao Minghan directly swung out the first three strikes of the Dawn's Nine Extreme Sword, and each strike had an imposing aura, faintly showing signs of success.    

The ten elders nodded their heads in satisfaction, and their eyes revealed a look of praise.    

This Qiao Minghan had only used six hours to master the first three sword strikes to the Minor Success Stage. He was a rare talent that could be molded.    

The white-robed elder revealed a rare smile and said, "Your comprehension is not bad. I'll give you 80 points."    

Hearing this, most of the disciples revealed bitter expressions.    

They originally thought that everyone was about the same, but they didn't expect the gap between them and true geniuses to be so great.    

At the same time, they hadn't even mastered a single sword strike, but Qiao Minghan had already mastered three sword strikes.    

Feng Weitian clenched his fists tightly, and his expression was extremely ugly.    

He had obtained the Dawn's Nine Extreme Sword's sword code ten days in advance.    

He had only mastered the third sword technique to the Minor Success Stage on the fifth day of his cultivation.    

He had always regarded Qiao Minghan as his imaginary enemy in the fight for first place.    

He never thought that Qiao Minghan's comprehension ability would be so much higher than his. It only took him six hours to master it.    

This caused his proud heart to waver slightly.    

Fortunately, he started cultivating the fourth sword strike in the next five days. Just now, he had finally mastered the fourth sword strike to the Minor Success Stage.    

With this, he would be able to suppress Qiao Minghan in front of everyone.    

Others might not know that he had already cultivated for ten days, so they would all think that his talent was better than Qiao Minghan's.    

"Next!"    

At this time, Feng Weitian finally walked out.    

He raised his head and straightened his chest. His eyes were filled with pride.    

"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!"    

Feng Weitian skillfully displayed the first three strikes with his sword. He was even more skillful than Qiao Minghan.    

Everyone was stunned by what they saw.    

They never thought that besides Qiao Minghan, who was a freak, Feng Weitian's comprehension was also so good.    

"Swoosh!"    

Another sound of a sword cutting through the air was heard.    

Feng Weitian, who had already sheathed his sword, slashed out once again. A beautiful sword flower was slashed out from his sword.    

"Hiss!"    

Seeing this scene, everyone on the scene sucked in a breath of cold air.    

Oh my god! It was actually four sword strikes!    

Apart from the youth taking the test, there were also a few elders among the ten elders who stood up in excitement, their eyes burning with passion.    

Feng Weitian's comprehension ability was definitely the best amongst all the disciples of the Northwest Spiritual Academy in recent years.    

He had to nurture him with all his strength!    

All the elders thought in their hearts.    

Qiao Minghan's eyes were also filled with incomparable shock. His comprehension ability in the Sword Dao had actually lost to a playboy like Feng Weitian.    

He was somewhat unwilling to accept this outcome.    

Among all the people present, only Mu Yu's eyes remained indifferent.    

In his eyes, the four sword strikes that Feng Weitian drew were only superficial.    

He didn't even feel a trace of sword intent.