Back to the real world.

Canglan appeared on Su Yu's shoulder. Seeing Su Yu open his eyes, Canglan's little eyes lit up instantly.

"Su Yu, you finally woke up!"

"Did you forget something?"

Canglan said excitedly.

"Um, what's the matter?"

Su Yu raised his brows slightly and said in surprise.

Ever since he returned to Xuandao Sect, Su Yu has been preparing to improve his martial arts artistic conception.

I didn't care about other things.

Cang Lan said with an expression of hatred for iron and steel, "Su Yu! You are already a strong man in the underworld now!"

"Do you know what the underworld represents?"

"What?"

Su Yu was still a little confused.

"He is a heavenly disciple!"

"oh!"

Su Yu thought Cang Lan was going to say something, but this was the result.

It made Su Yu slightly disappointed.

Isn't it just the identity of a heaven-level disciple? Although I haven't gone to accept the test yet, I have already entered the underworld anyway, so it won't be too late.

However, Cang Lan's next words made Su Yu somewhat off guard.

"But do you know that today is the beginning of the month!"

"What's the meaning?"

Su Yu's voice paused, and he suddenly seemed to remember something, and his eyes widened instantly.

So much so that Su Yu's voice became

A little trembling.

"Wait, that is to say, if I applied for the status of a heaven-level disciple yesterday, I could get 10,000 points yesterday, and today is the beginning of the month, and I can still get 10,000 points?"

In an instant, Su Yu's eyes were filled with dense bloodshot eyes.

"Why didn't you remind me earlier!"

Su Yu suddenly looked at Cang Lan, his eyes scarlet red, as if looking at the enemy who killed his father.

Canglan said angrily, "You have already entered the illusion space, how can I call you? Call me Hammer!"

Su Yu took several deep breaths and then became a little more awake.

"Grass!"

Regarding the fact that he had lost 10,000 points, Su Yu could only curse secretly, then stood up and walked towards the outside of Canglan Palace.

"No, we have to wait until we find out the identity of the heavenly disciple."

"Lest you forget again!"

Su Yu cursed and walked out.

Canglan smiled, turned into a stream of light, and finally sat on Su Yu's shoulders.

Every heaven-level disciple of the Sword Palace needs to be assessed.

Of course, you don’t have to take the assessment.

Just like Zhang Qing, he directly challenged a heaven-level disciple and was directly certified.

After all, you can defeat heaven-level disciples, so assessments and the like are of no use.

I have to say that this is quite humane.

But how can most of the heaven-level disciples who have just made a breakthrough defeat those who have already become heaven-level disciples?

There are many geniuses in Xuandao Sect, but for everyone who can become a heaven-level disciple, which one is not a genius?

After all, there are only a few ruthless people like Zhang Qing.

Although Su Yu can do it, Su Yu doesn't want to offend other senior brothers just because he has become a heaven-level disciple.

Therefore, it is better to accept the test honestly.

The test isn't too difficult anyway.

Su Yu walked towards the Hall of Merit.

The change of disciple status, as well as tasks, are all handled in the Hall of Merit.

Soon, Su Yu entered the Hall of Merit. As Su Yu entered, many people looked at Su Yu in surprise.

For Su Yu, his reputation in the Ninth Sword Palace is very high.

Even the leader of Xuandao Sect used his law yesterday to erase everyone's memory of yesterday.

But the news that Song Xing was killed by Su Yu in Tianyuan Secret Realm still spread.

They were even curious as to why the master of the Sixth Sword Palace didn't find any trouble.

After all, who doesn't know that what Ma Yi hates the most is the Ninth Sword Palace, and he will take action as long as he catches a few pigtails.

This time, it was beyond everyone's expectations.

Su Yu didn't pay attention to these looks, but walked to the counter.

He knocked lightly on the counter.

"senior!"

Su Yu called.

"Who the hell is disturbing the old man's sleep? You're looking for death!"

I encountered a cursing voice coming from behind the counter.

Then I saw the old ghost getting up from under the counter, cursing as he got up.

Even when he saw Su Yu, he still had a dissatisfied expression on his face.

"It's your boy!"

"What?"

The old ghost looked at Su Yu with an unkind expression.

Su Yu didn't say anything about this, he just smiled slightly and said, "Senior, this disciple is here to apply for the status of a heaven-level disciple!"

As soon as these words came out, many people's eyes fell on Su Yu.

It is no secret that Su Yu broke through the underworld.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to kill Song Xing.

However, many people care about the birth of a heaven-level disciple.

"Heavenly disciple?" The old ghost raised his brows slightly, "I forgot that you little guy is already in the underworld!"

The old ghost couldn't help but have a hint of emotion on his face.

Apparently a few months ago, Su Yu was a little guy who had just joined the Xuan Dao Sect.

At that time, with his cultivation in the late stage of virtual realm, he obtained the status of a Xuan-level disciple.

In just a few months, he has been promoted from the late stage of the virtual realm to the Yin realm, and is about to become a heaven-level disciple in one fell swoop.

"At such a speed, even the little guy Zhang Qing might not be able to catch up!"

The old ghost couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Senior please help me!

"

Su Yu bowed slightly.

The old ghost waved his hand and said calmly, "Okay, the so-called test is just a formality, come with me!"

After that, he led Su Yu towards the depths of the Hall of Merit.

Many Xuan level and even Earth level disciples showed curious eyes and followed him.

Originally, the depths of the Hall of Merit were not accessible to ordinary disciples.

But this time, the old ghost didn't stop him.

Su Yu followed the old ghost and soon saw a stone tablet standing quietly in the depths of the Hall of Merit.
To be continued...