Chapter 277

Next, people kept coming up.

Here, ye Chen takes a look at the dragon soul stele, and puts his eyes on Yang Dingtian. "Shibo, don't you look at cultivation and talent in this dragon soul tablet test?"

"Cultivation and talent are not important." Yang Dingtian gently stroked it and explained, "the soul of Taixu ancient dragon is very strange. If you want to reach a high degree of agreement with him, it depends on many factors, and cultivation is only one of them."

"How can I feel that Taixu ancient dragon spirit is teasing us?" Ye Chen touched his chin.

"It's man-made."

"Ha ha!" While they were talking, a wolf howl came from the altar. If you look carefully, it's Xiong er's Tuo.

This guy is really a living treasure. He walked up, but he was on his way. The wolf howled suddenly. Yang Dingtian was shocked. They couldn't help but arouse their spirits.

"You have to give me ten percent, or I'll blow you." Xiong Er seems to have not noticed many people's blackened faces. He has no face and no skin. He points to the Dragon Spirit stele and howls.

After howling, the boy put his chubby hand on the Dragon Spirit tablet.

Ye Chen and Liu Yi went to see how many percent of the goods could be sold.

However, after Xiong Er put his hand on the Dragon Spirit stele, there was no response at all. He still stood there quietly, just like a man who had nothing to do.

"Not this time." Xiong Er coughed, and then he put his chubby hand on the dragon soul stele.

However, one second, two seconds, three seconds until more than ten seconds later, the dragon soul stele still has no response.

"It's a ghost. I don't want to give face." Xiong Er'an scolded and wanted to try again.

"That teaser, you can come down." Below, came the voice of Si Dunan.

"Get out of here."

"Go down!" Seeing Xiong Er delayed a lot of time, Yang Dingtian said in a deep voice. He didn't have time to waste time with this little fat dun.

"It's not my fault." After the leader had spoken, Xiong Er would not feel uneasy again. He jumped down from the altar in dismay. He even threatened and threatened. He didn't even open one Chengdu, so he lost himself in his pants.

When they got back to the crowd, situ Nan, Xie Yun and Huo Teng all took a look at Xiong Er, saying, "little fat boy! You're a good pretender. I'll give you a full mark

"Go away...!"

"Fit degree 10%, next" three people talk about, Yang Dingtian is still orderly announced, and his face is not very good-looking.

It's no wonder that he is so. Only because there are hundreds of people, none of them are more than 20%. This means that only 20% of the people with the highest degree of fit are the hosts.

The disciple can only serve as a host for about 200 years, that is to say, his life span is only 200 years.

Therefore, in 200 years' time, the host will be killed by reverse phagocytosis, which is a great loss to a clan. We should know that after the death of the previous host, Hengyue clan still has another host.

On the other side, Liu Yi has already gone up, but it is only 20%.

Next, dozens and hundreds of disciples went up in turn, and only Qiyang gave a 20% fit. For example, Kong Cao, Jiangyang, Zuo Qiuming, Zishan and Jiang Hao were basically 10% identical.

Under this, ye Chen's face is also ugly, so many people go up, the highest also 20%, this is not a good omen.

Thinking about it, he raised his feet slightly and walked slowly to the altar.

At this point, Taixu gulong, who was sealed on the other side of the stone gate, slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were quiet and he glanced at Ye Chen, and his mouth was wearing a playful smile. "There are six immortal wheel eyes, but I'm not interested in you."

With that, Taixu gulong's eyes swung and swept to another direction in the underground palace. His eyes fixed on one of the disciples. "I prefer the heart of the devil to the six immortal wheel eyes."

Here, ye Chen has stopped in front of the Dragon Spirit stele. After taking a deep breath, he stretched out his hand and gently pasted it on the dragon soul stele.

At this moment, all people's eyes are converging. They want to see that one of the most amazing disciples of the Lord Hengyue can make a few percent fit. Even Yang Dingtian is still staring at the dragon soul stele, hoping that ye Chen, the disciple, can create a miracle again.

Hum! Hum! Hum!

However, the stele of dragon spirit only buzzed for three times and then fell into silence. It showed an ancient "three" character.

"Even ye Chen is only 30% Yang Dingtian's brow suddenly frowned. Even one of the most amazing disciples of hengyuezong's school, the degree of agreement was only 30%, lower than he expected.

"Laozi's luck can't be so bad!" Glancing at the number on the dragon soul stele, ye Chen frowned slightly, and then slowly walked down the altar.

"No surprise." In my mind, the ethereal voice of the ancient dragon of Taixu was heard, "you know, the highest level of host of Hengyue zongqi is only 50%, and you can open 30%, which is good already.""Lao Tzu has worked hard to live for a thousand years? What's going on in these three hundred years? " Ye Chen kneaded his eyebrows.

"Bad boy."

"Ten percent fit." While they were talking, Yang Dingtian's voice rang again. It was the night like snow that made up 10% of the fit. Although her talent was not low, Rao Shi Ye Chen only opened 30%, so they were not surprised.

The next test was a lot bleak, and the degree of fit was basically 10%. Some students didn't even open a Chengdu, so that most people used to, the highest degree of fit was only 30% of Ye Chen's.

Everything is going on in an orderly way.

Xu Shi, everyone's eyes are fixed on the dragon soul stele on the altar. It seems that Yin Zhiping looks strange in the corner of the crowd. From time to time, he looks left and right as if he is looking for something.

"Elder martial brother Yin, what's the matter with you?" A disciple asked in surprise.

"Did you find anyone staring at us?" Yin Zhiping looked at the disciple and asked.

"No... no!"

"Am I wrong in my perception?" Yin Zhiping murmured.

"For those who fit 10% or less, the outer hall will wait." Here, Yang Dingtian has already spoken.

Smell speech, those who fit 10% of the people, have withdrawn from the underground palace.

Before they left, they did not forget to take a look at Ye Chen. If there was no accident, ye Chen would be the host of this term. If there was no accident, ye Chen could only live for 300 years.

"God bless him."

"Out, out." When they came out, Xu Fu and daoxuan surrounded them one after another, "what's going on inside? Who's the highest fit? It's a few percent."

"So far, the highest degree of fit is Ye Chen, 30%

"30%

"30 percent." Hearing this number, Chu xuan'er's body trembled and her face turned pale.