Chapter 800: Entering Jingshan

It was the first time someone had said Su Chen was taking the back door.

That person was about forty years old, old-looking, and indignant.

Being middle-aged, he hated heaven and earth, and was very dissatisfied with Su Chen taking the back door.

The middle-aged man's voice was very loud. "What are you looking at? I'm talking about you; you didn't test your level, and you just went in with a plate."

"If that's not taking the back door, what is it?"

The middle-aged man looked Su Chen up and down, sourly. "I come to Jingshan every time they recruit, but I can never get in; it's all because you people who take the back door occupy the quotas."

He never thought it was his own strength.

He only felt that all this was someone else's fault.

Su Chen laughed; he withdrew the token and turned back. "So what?"

He admitted he had a channel to enter Jingshan.

So what?

"What does it have to do with you? Even if I didn't take the back door, you still wouldn't be able to get in."

His voice was flat.

This was a fact.

This sentence was like a torch, immediately igniting the middle-aged man; he outputted a string of words. "Unfair, unfair!! Why? Why you!"

He was so angry that his eyeballs turned red.

But a burst of laughter erupted from behind, and the mockery was continuous.

There was no 'why'.

The middle-aged man went crazy after hearing the mockery; he roared at the guard, "Today, if you dare to let him in, I will die here."

He said, taking out a dagger and holding it to his neck.

His clumsy hand held the dagger and inserted it into his flesh, and fresh blood flowed out from the skin.

The middle-aged man panted heavily, his emotions agitated.

The guard was impatient, stepped forward, pushed the middle-aged man to the ground, and walked away in disgust. "If you want to die, go die outside; don't die at our gate, it's bad luck."

Jingshan was one of the top sects in the Central Province, and every time they recruited, they would meet such people at the end of their rope.

They made entering Jingshan their only future.

As if they would die if they couldn't get in.

As ridiculous as ants.

The guard turned back, and his attitude changed abruptly when he saw Su Chen, very enthusiastically. "Don't mind him, he's probably crazy; who cares if he lives or dies."

Anyway, he was just an ordinary person.

If he died, he died.

The Jingshan guards were very ruthless.

Su Chen raised his brows; he turned back to see the queue behind getting longer and longer.

Many people came here by reputation.

Now they were all craning their heads to watch the dispute in front of him.

"Forget it, since that's the case, then I'll test it."

Suppressing his realm, just right to disguise his strength.

"Hey, no need, no need; you already have a plate, just go in directly."

The guard really thought Su Chen was just a simple waste taking the back door.

Without strength.

He was afraid that Su Chen would expose his low strength during the test, making the people queuing behind even crazier.

Desperately wanting Su Chen to leave quickly.

Su Chen didn't do as he wished and put his hand directly on the test stone.

The guard had a headache and could only watch the test stone change slowly.

This person was truly strange.

Taking a token and not going in, but pretending to test.

Sure enough, these children from wealthy families had no intelligence.

The employee question-and-answer test was colorful, with various colors exchanging.

Red, green, purple...

Finally, the color settled.

It was actually black.

The guard went from contempt to shock; he widened his eyes.

He moved bit by bit to the front of the stone, observing the color on it carefully.

After a moment, he turned back in disbelief and announced to everyone, "First Tier King-Sealer!!"

It was actually a First Tier King-Sealer.

In the Central Province, anyone above King-Sealer could be called an expert..

There were experts everywhere here, but most of the new disciples hadn't reached King-Sealer.

For example, Yuan Tong just now, Sixth Tier King-Sealer was already rare.

Compared to that, Su Chen's First Tier King-Sealer was simply a world of difference.

The guard was dazed, looking at Su Chen and blurting out, "With your strength, why are you still taking the back door?"

Couldn't understand the thoughts of these rich kids.

Su Chen didn't answer, light and airy. "Can I go in now?"

"Of course, of course, please enter." The guard became even more sycophantic.

Su Chen didn't answer, sweeping toward the middle-aged man who had just gone crazy. "I'm asking you, can I go in?"

He was very polite, asking the person who had strongly stopped him just now.

The middle-aged man was shocked by his operation.

The dagger on his neck slipped, and he stared at Su Chen, nodding blankly. "I... I..."

He had thought Su Chen was just someone taking the back door.

Never expected him to have such strength!

"Alright, I know what you mean; I'm going in."

Withdrawing his gaze, Su Chen's voice was steady, and he turned to enter the gate of Jingshan.

This was only the first layer of selection; there would be another one in a few days.

The second time, all the selected disciples would compete together.

All disciples were trapped in a wide room, with the gate wide open.

The first few hundred people to get out could be selected for the next layer of competition.

Those who couldn't get out were eliminated.

The room was very large, without any furniture, and without any objects to block or obstruct.

The only things blocking them from each other were the selected disciples in the room.

In order to snatch the quota to get out first, the selected people in the room often killed each other.

Using all their strength to stop other disciples from getting out.

Sometimes the scene was very crazy, and lives would be lost.

Su Chen only expressed that Jingshan really knew how to play.