The old man said loudly: "The trial of this first level is the speed of the mang, each of you has a foundation mangdan, which can condense your own mangqi, and also has the effect of quenching the bones and refining the body, from now on, within a stick of incense, those who absorb this mangdan, they will be considered qualified." ”

When all the young people heard this, they all sat cross-legged, holding the mangdan, closing their eyes and concentrating, and began to mang.

Qingliu is also like everyone else, holding Mandan, and began to attract Mangdan. But Qingliu was surprised to find that he couldn't lead Mang, and the Mangdan in his hand couldn't lead to Mangqi no matter how his mind pulled him, and Qingliu couldn't help but be stunned.

Slowly opened his eyes, all the teenagers closed their eyes and led the light, but he was the only one sitting in the middle stunned, the old man saw him open his eyes, walked over slowly, and asked: "Why didn't Xiaoyou lead the mang, but sat stunned?"

Qingliu scratched the back of his head and replied, "I can't attract the mangqi in this mangdan." ”

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and said, "Haven't you ever been in Mangdan, why can't you attract the Mangqi in Mandan?"

Qingliu thought for a while and replied, "Maybe I'm about to enter the body, and the mangqi in my body is full." ”

Hearing this, the old man sneered and said: "Unless it is a tenfold bone refining body, and the mangqi around the body gathers, it is impossible not to attract the mang?"

Qingliu listened to the old man mention this quenching bone refining body, and couldn't help but panic in his heart, and said, "Quench... Quenching bones and refining the body, I... Naturally, I don't, I'll try again. Then he closed his eyes and sank into his mind, but he still couldn't attract the light.

Seeing this, the old man's cloudy eyes flashed, but he sat cross-legged beside Qingliu.

Until the end of all the teenagers, except for Qingliu, everyone else absorbed the Mangdan in their hands, Qingliu held Mangdan in his hand, embarrassed, but the Mangdan in his hand was not reduced at all.

The old man was thoughtful, and suddenly made a move, taking advantage of Qingliu's inattention, and blasted at Qingliu with a punch.

The speed of this punch is extremely slow, and the movement is also very small, and it has not even attracted the attention of others, but the strength of the punch is restrained, and the strength contained in it is not small, and it blasted straight towards Qingliu.

Qingliu didn't react for a while, and waited for the fist to approach the door before he noticed it, and he was suddenly startled, and he also threw a punch like a conditioned reflex, but it used ten percent of his strength, and the old man's withered fist slammed together.

The old man felt the power contained in Qingliu's punch, his worried old eyes opened, staring straight at Qingliu, Qingliu secretly said that it was not good, he hurriedly closed his fist, and did not dare to look at the old man, the old man was thoughtful, the essence in his eyes dissipated, and he became the original appearance again.

The old man walked to the top of the guest hall and said loudly: "In this first level, there are twelve people who have not finished attracting the mangqi in Mandanan in a stick of incense, and there is one person who has not attracted a trace of mangqi. The rest are up to the mark. ”

Everyone was surprised to hear that there was a person who did not arouse a trace of mangqi, and they all wondered if this person was not a mang, but an ordinary person who had secretly mixed in.

The old man on the stage didn't explain much, and continued: "This second level is a test of your little friends' hearts, please come with me." ”

When all the young people heard this, they all kept up with the old man, but Qingliu hesitated, he didn't have a trace of mangqi at this first level, and he was afraid that he was already unqualified, but the old man didn't say anything, Qingliu couldn't help but stiffen his scalp, and he also followed.

A group of young people followed the old man to the outside of a small pavilion, and the old man ordered: "Little friends, please line up and enter this small pavilion one by one." ”

The teenagers lined up as they were told, and entered the small pavilion one by one.

Qingliu was at the back, watching the young man and girl in front of him slowly walk into the small pavilion, suddenly, there was a scream from the small pavilion, but it was a young girl screaming in the pavilion, and I don't know what I encountered.

The faces of the young men and girls outside the pavilion changed, and they looked at the old man puzzled, and the old man smiled and said: "This level is a test of your little friend's character, and please be mentally prepared." ”

As people continued to enter the small pavilion, there were screams from time to time in the small pavilion, and many people came out with tears in the corners of their eyes, looking like they were scared and crying.

From the outside, this is just an ordinary small pavilion, I can't see any clues, but the people who enter the small pavilion are like encountering wild beasts inside, and they are all frightened and embarrassed.

Finally it was Qingliu's turn, he was last in line, and he was already the last person.

The old man stood at the door of the pavilion, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked at Qingliu.

Although the old man's expression was to express a kind of kindness, he had a scar on his face, and he was bent over, and now there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, which made people feel a little crazy when they looked at it.

Qingliu forcibly suppressed the panic in his heart, saluted the old man slightly, and walked into the pavilion door.

Just like the pavilion door, the old man closed the pavilion door and locked Qingliu in the small pavilion.

It was just an ordinary small pavilion, and it didn't look like it was the slightest bit unusual, and Qingliu really couldn't imagine that the people who came in before would be so frightened.

Qingliu took a step into the small pavilion, and suddenly felt that the world was spinning, and his eyes were dazzling, but he found that he had arrived at the foot of a high mountain, which was towering and towering, pointing to the sky, and Qingliu couldn't see the top of the mountain when he looked up.

"No, I'm obviously in the small pavilion, how did I get here?" Qingliu suddenly came back to his senses.

Before he could make any moves, he saw the majestic mountain peak "boom", cracking, and the rocks fell in all directions, and huge rocks smashed towards the green stream.

Instinctively reacted, Qingliu wanted to dodge, but with a "bang", Qingliu realized that he seemed to have touched something.

Stretched out his hand and touched it beside him, and touched something that looked like a stool leg, Qingliu looked empty in front of him, but he really touched something, Qingliu was stunned in his heart, and recalled that when he first entered the small pavilion, he saw a table and four small stools in the small pavilion.

Qingliu followed his memory, and sure enough, he touched the table and the small stool, but there was nothing in front of him, except for the chaotic rocks that fell from the sky, he couldn't see anything.

"Is this an illusion?" murmured Qingliu.

A small piece of rock flew down from the sky, Qingliu thought about it, if such a large rock was smashed, it should not be able to die, Qingliu was heartbroken, and stretched out his hand, wanting to catch the rock.

However, the rock passed straight through Qingliu's palm, as if it didn't exist.

Qingliu couldn't help but be amazed, this illusion was really realistic, if he hadn't stretched out his hand to make sure, I was afraid that he really wouldn't be able to distinguish the real from the fake.

I'm afraid this level is a test of whether people have the courage to not change their color in the face of a landslide, Qingliu thought.

The mountain rock fell, and Qingliu's heart was also relieved, thinking that he should have passed this level.

It's just that the scene in his eyes is still this collapsed mountain, which has not changed, and in the distance, Qingliu saw several mangbeasts attacking him.

Qingliu didn't care either, he felt that it was still an illusion and didn't want to pay attention to it.

Slowly, the beast got closer and closer, but it looked very real, and with a roar of the beast, it rushed towards Qingliu.

"Something is wrong, there is a rumor!" Qingliu suddenly got up and dodged sideways.

If this mangbeast is an illusion, it is naturally impossible to bring the sound of the wind, and the mangbeast can bring the sound of the wind with a pounce, I am afraid that it is not as simple as an illusion.

Qingliu tensed his body, staring at the mangbeast in front of him, only to see that the mangbeast pounced again, Qingliu punched out, but the fist touched the real thing, and the mangbeast snorted and fell to the ground.

"It's not a hallucination. Qingliu muttered.

Another mangbeast pounced, and Qingliu threw another punch, which also hit the real thing.

The strength of these mangbeasts is not strong, Qingliu punches one, and two or three strokes are solved.

The last mangbeast fell to the ground, Qingliu saw another flower in front of him, but he returned to the small pavilion, at this time there were a few wooden stakes scattered in the small pavilion, and the wooden stakes were coated with ink, Qingliu thought to himself, just now those mangs were afraid that these wooden stakes were these wooden stakes, this wooden stake was coated with ink, and it would leave a mark on the body if it was touched.

Qingliu walked out of the small pavilion, the old man looked at him, and saw that Qingliu had a calm face, except for a little ink on his fists, and his whole body was not imprinted, so he couldn't help but nod.

The old man didn't say a word, but just called the young men to follow, and then walked away.

The old man took the young people back to the guest hall, and then said loudly: "In this second level, there are fewer qualified people, only six people are qualified, and one of them has the best performance. ”

did not name names, and the teenagers couldn't help but guess who the old man was talking about.

Ignoring everyone's suspicions, the old man continued: "This third level is a test of your little friend's understanding. ”

Another servant came into the guest hall, and each of them was given a leather drawing, but it was a mang.

The old man said: "A way, talent, heart, understanding, indispensable, otherwise it is difficult to become an atmosphere, this red mangquan is considered to be the king of the realm of mangdu, not very difficult, you have to study the mangduel in a stick of incense, after a stick of incense to perform the mangdu, whether it is qualified depends on the power of the mangduel." ”

After listening to this, everyone sat down cross-legged and began to carefully comprehend the leather diagram in their hands.

Qingliu spread out the leather diagram and read it carefully, but he had finished reading it for a while, and he couldn't help but concentrate on it, thinking about the mystery of this red mangquan in his mind.

This red mangquan is not difficult, that is, compressing the mangqi to gather in the fist, and then exploding when the fist is swung, so as to achieve the effect of enhancing the power of the mangqi, which can be regarded as an extremely ordinary mangdu.

"The mighty will win or lose, I'm afraid it's not enough to just do what is shown on this leather map. Qingliu muttered.

Qingliu first carefully rehearsed, mangqi compressed, condensed in the fist, Qingliu slightly estimated, such a punch, a maximum of two points of strength, I am afraid that the power is not as good as a punch with his body.

Suddenly, Qingliu thought of the Feng family's nine-fold mangjin, and suddenly his mind turned, and when the mangqi was compressed according to the leather map, he slightly mobilized his mind and gathered the mangqi into a mangxuan, which was not only more restrained and unobtrusive, but also became several points more powerful.

"Stop!" the old man shouted when he saw that the time had come for a stick of incense.

Two big men came in from outside the door, and the two stones at the entrance of the mansion were brought in, one fine iron stone and one dark iron stone.

"Those who have not entered the monarch realm, one punch blasts out, and the fist enters the fine iron stone for three points, which is considered qualified, and those who enter the monarch realm, one punch blasts out, and the fist enters the dark iron stone for three points, which is considered qualified. The old man said aloud to everyone.

A group of teenagers in the hall, one after another, were on top of this guest hall, and they blasted towards the two stones one after another, and there were suddenly fist marks of different shades on the stones. These fist prints are deep enough to hold the entire fist, not even the neck, while the shallow ones are only a faint mark, and some can only fit the phalanges on the fist.

There are also a lot of young people in the hall who have entered the monarch realm, I am afraid that there are as many as half of them, two and a half human-high boulders, and they have been punched one after another, but they have not been broken, just some more fist marks.

"Boom" Qingliu suddenly saw a young man punch out, hitting the Xuantie stone, and the punch directly hit the stone, submerging half of his arm.

Everyone was immediately surprised, and Qingliu listened to the words of the people: "This Liu Shang of the Liu family is indeed strong, not only has he entered the monarch realm at such an age, but he didn't expect this understanding to be so perverted, I am afraid that few people in his generation can match him." ”

"Liu Shang? I just don't know how he performs. Qingliu silently wrote down his name.

The wind on the stage has been here, and when he saw Liu Shang's punch, he also nodded with satisfaction.

After a round, there are not many people on the stage who have not tried their hands, Qingliu only listened to the words of others: "This time I am afraid that I can't compete with this Liu Shang, he finished the first level of the first level, and the second level came out of the small pavilion, and the old servant nodded to him again and again, and the performance of the third level is so eye-catching, I am afraid that he must be the seat of the disciple." ”

Everyone has finished trying with one punch, and only Qingliu is left, judging from the situation of trying his hand in the hall, it is indeed that Liu Shang is the most eye-catching.

Qingliu took a deep breath and walked over to the fine iron stone.

Seeing that he was not even a monarch, everyone couldn't help but lack interest and turned their heads to look away.

Qingliu raised his right hand, the fist edge gathered, and his mind flowed between the fists, making the mang's qi spiral. Seeing this, many people sneered, only the old man on the guest hall stage had bright eyes, thoughtful.

"Huh" fluttered his fist, and Qingliu imprinted his fist on the fine iron stone, but saw that his fist seemed to hit the mud, and he stretched his entire arm into it without hindrance.

Qing Liu swirled his arm, and suddenly the mangxuan on the fist burst open, and the mang's qi overflowed, and the fine iron stone was torn apart.

When the young people in the hall heard the sound, they turned their heads and were stunned, and the wind who was sitting in the hall stood up even more.

Qingliu withdrew his right hand, bowed slightly to the wind, and then stood aside.

looked at the old man in the hall, but Qingliu saw that he seemed to have expected it, his face was indifferent, and even nodded at him slightly when Qingliu looked at him, Qingliu hurriedly buried his head, he always had a feeling that the old man had already seen through him.

"Can you gather into a whirlwind?" asked Qingliu from the wind in the hall.

Qingliu bowed and replied, "The junior was barely able to do it not long ago. ”

The wind in the hall first smiled, and then seemed to think of something, glanced at the old man, but saw the old man shook his head at the wind and death, and the wind died suddenly lost his smile, I don't know what he thought, sat back in his seat, and said no more.

Everyone's eyes were already focused on Feng Hou, and when he smiled, everyone's hearts suddenly tightened, and when he stopped smiling and sat back in his seat, everyone's hearts were suddenly relieved.

I only heard the old man in the hall speak: "Finally, the old man asks one more question, and I ask you to answer truthfully." ”

After listening to the old man's words, Feng Death couldn't help but look at the old man, but he didn't say much.

The old man in the hall asked, "Dare to ask all the little friends, what are your ambitions?"

The teenagers in the audience all looked at each other, not knowing how to answer for a while, for fear that if they answered carelessly, they would miss the opportunity.

Those young people who knew that they were hopeless seemed calm at this time, and they replied one after another, some said that they wanted to be a peerless powerhouse, some wanted to be rich, some wanted to marry a certain young lady, and so on.

Seeing that someone took the lead, all the young men stopped squirming and began to answer, and when it was Liu Shang's turn, everyone was silent and listened carefully to how he answered.

I only heard Liu Shang reply: "My ambition is to become a strong man like the wind dying." ”

When everyone heard this, they all laughed, saying that this Liu Shangdao was very good at talking.

Qingliu is the last turn, in fact, he doesn't want to say it, because he really doesn't have any ambitions, he doesn't want to be a strong man, nor does he want to be rich, if he really has any ideas, I'm afraid that now he is starting to feel a little homesick.

But he didn't know where his home was, and these things were his own secrets, and he couldn't share them with anyone.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Qingliu shrank his head slightly, wanting to mix it up, but he turned his head, but at some point, the old man walked to Qingliu's side.

The old man chuckled lightly and asked, "What about you, Xiaoyou, what are your ambitions?"

Qingliu was stunned for a moment, knowing that he had to give an answer, but when he was suddenly asked, he couldn't think of an excuse for a while, and his thumb touched the mangjie, but he thought of the Jundan in the mangjie.

Qingliu smiled and replied, "What ambition is there, I just want to live with a little dignity." ”

Everyone in the hall was stunned, they didn't expect Qingliu to say this, and many people immediately laughed.

Feng Cheng, who was sitting upright in the hall, was also stunned, and looked thoughtfully at the old man standing in front of Qingliu.

The old man in front of Qingliu looked at Qingliu in a daze, neither speaking nor expressionless, just looking at Qingliu a little sluggishly.

His withered hands trembled a little, and for some reason, his back was still stiff, as if he could never stand upright, the wrinkles on his face were layered, and the long scar was still hideous and palpitating.

"Huh—" The old man chuckled and opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't spit out a word. As if sensing his gaffe, the old man turned and walked towards the hall.

A few slowly walked up to the hall, the old man returned to his previous expression, smiled slightly, and said loudly: "This time the wind is waiting for the apprentice, the three levels of the trial have been completed, the Liu family and Liu Shang are talented, the first level of the three passes is ranked first, the second and third levels are all excellent, the overall ranking is the best, and they have become the disciples of the wind death." ”

When Liu Shang heard this, he was excited, thanked the old man again and again, and immediately knelt three times and bowed nine times, worshipping the wind and waiting for him to be his teacher.

Feng Fu Hou glanced at the old man, then looked at Liu Shang, saw him kneeling on the ground, got up and glanced at Qingliu meaningfully, and then helped Liu Shang up.

"From today on, Liu Shang is my apprentice. Feng Hou said aloud to the group of teenagers.

Liu Shang bowed again, bowed and said, "Disciple to see the master." ”