There is a special ashram in the Fun Garden, where it is divided into four areas, and in each area, a monk stands.

If the monk is chosen, he can stand in his area and wait for his assessment.

Four monks, three men and one woman. Of the three men, two are middle-aged and one is young. The friar, tall and delicate-faced, with a goose-egg face, appeared to have a mild-tempered temper.

And the three men, all of them were strong and strong, and their faces were not good. Especially the young man, his cheeks were sunken, his eyes were cold, and when he looked at him, he felt a chill on his back, and his hairs involuntarily stood on end.

Therefore, most people instinctively chose the friar.

In front of the friar, a long line soon formed, and it seemed that there were fifty or sixty people.

The rest of the people all choose middle-aged people. The people in front of the two were about the same, about thirty people.

The young man was the least in line, fifteen or sixteen.

Wu Song watched from the side, couldn't help but smile and shook his head secretly. These people are young after all, and the strategy they chose is completely wrong.

The contestants chose the friar because of her kind appearance, and it is estimated that the standard of assessment will be lower. As everyone knows, even if the assessment standards of female friars are low, it is easy to pass.

But she only has nine places in her hands, and after she passes this level, there are dozens of people behind her to compete for these nine places. In this way, it is clear that the competition among the friars is the fiercest.

On the other hand, the young monk, who had the smallest number of people, seemed to have a hard time passing his assessment, although he seemed to be very strict. But there were only a dozen people in front of him, and he only needed to pass the level of the young monk, and he could basically pass the registration steadily.

The competition here is actually the smallest.

Hua Xing was still hesitating which monk to choose, Wu Song patted him on the shoulder, pointed at the young monk and said, "Brother Hua, choose him." ”

"He looks very strict, I'm afraid it's not easy to choose him. Hua Xing hesitated.

"What are you afraid of? You are one of the few early stage cultivators of the Yuan Seed Realm in this group, if you are not even allowed to sign up, then their vision will be ridiculously high. Listen to your brother, you can't choose him. Wu Song said.

"Okay. Hua Xing decided to listen to Wu Song's advice.

He walked to the young monk's area, because he was late, he had to be at the end of the line. Still, the location is good. Because he is at the end of the line, when it is his turn, if the nine places are already occupied.

Then he can choose the weakest one from the nine to challenge, and the odds of winning will be much greater.

Soon, everyone had chosen the monks for the assessment, and then the formal assessment began.

The assessment criteria of the monks are different, and the method of the two middle-aged people is the same, that is, first take out a test Yuan Stone to test the Yuan Power of the contestants, and then let them practice the exercises they are best at.

After that, the two monks will decide whether the contestant will stay or stay based on the results of the two rounds of testing.

This is a bit like the assessment process of the outer courtyard of the martial arts academy, but it simplifies many steps.

The assessment of the friar is a little more cumbersome, she will first ask the contestants in detail about their origins and other information, and then let the contestants practice their own skills, and then ask the contestants a few questions to ensure that the contestants also have accumulated in the aspect of literature.

After these three aspects are examined, the friars make a decision.

The young monk who looked the most scary had the easiest assessment process, but it scared everyone's candidates. Because his assessment method is to go down the field and compete with the players in person.

As long as you can go through three moves under his hands, then you can be regarded as passing his assessment.

It is said to be a competition, but this person's movements are sharp and strong, even if he is hit, it will make the contestants feel pain in their hearts and lungs.

No, the young monk has just finished assessing a contestant. At this moment, the player was lying on the ground, screaming in pain.

The players in the other teams next to him, seeing this situation, secretly said that they were lucky, but fortunately they did not choose the young monk. Otherwise, if you don't report your name today, you will have to be beaten.

And some of the contestants on the side of the young monks retreated.

But they couldn't make a decision for a while, because the royal rule was that once a monk was chosen for the examination, then no other monk should be chosen, otherwise it would be regarded as an automatic withdrawal from the election of a son-in-law.

"Bang!" only a dull sound was heard, and the second contestant who was assessed by the young monk, like the first person, fell to the ground on his back and couldn't get up for a long time.

Needless to say, this second player also did not pass the assessment.

"Ahh

The rest of the team looked at each other, hesitating whether to leave or not.

"Next!"

The young monk turned a blind eye to the fleeing man and said with a blank face.

The next person was short and stocky, with a few spots on his face, and he looked very cute.

"Repair. Monk, you... Hello. My name is Li Tian. The little fat man said nervously.

"Come on!" said the young monk, motioning for the little fat man to beat him.

The little fat man stepped forward, stretched out a chubby fist, and struck the young monk.

The young monk dodged sideways and struck the little fat man with his right fist.

Just when everyone thought that the little fat man would be defeated by the young monk like the previous two people.

A strange scene happened, the flesh on the little fat man's chest suddenly sank, and the young monk's right fist did not hit him.

The young monk probably didn't expect this to happen, so he paused for a moment.

Taking advantage of this gap, the little fat man kicked out his right leg and attacked the young monk's abdomen.

The young monk sideways away, and the fat legs of the little fat man rubbed against his body and kicked past.

If it is normal, then it is time for the young monk to fight back. But a strange scene happened again, and the fat on the little fat man's legs suddenly bulged outward, forming a fist-sized meat bag at the knees, and struck the young monk in the abdomen.

The young monk reacted quickly, and when he was hit, he retreated like lightning and distanced himself from the little fat man.

Then, he glanced at his abdomen. Although the little fat man's attack hit him just now, the little fat man's cultivation was still shallow, and his strength was not good. Coming, the young monk dodged in time, and dodged before the little fat man could use enough strength, so he was not injured.

It's just that the little fat man has used surprising exercises twice in a row, which makes the young monk very concerned.

The little fat man was tired and panting after a while, and he was breathing heavily, and the fat on his face trembled.

When the onlookers saw such an embarrassment, they naturally laughed politely.

Just now, the little fat man first dodged the attack of the young monk with a peculiar technique, and then hit the young monk, all of this happened too fast for ordinary people to notice at all.

Therefore, no one else can see that the little fat man is actually a very powerful character.

"Interesting, what a flexible fat man. Could it be that the fat people surnamed Li are so powerful?" Wu Song watched secretly, thinking playfully in his heart.

Wu Song saw all the two tricks of the little fat man just now, and knew that he should not be underestimated. The little fat man's name is Li Tian, and Wu Song's good friend Li Kun is surnamed Li, and both of them are fat, so Wu Song thought of it like this.

"What's the name of your exercise?" said the young monk indifferently.

"Gluttony. Li Tian gasped.

The young monk nodded, turned around and walked to the table, picked up the pen and made a mark on Li Tian's name, and then said, "Li Tian, you have passed." ”

"Huh?" Li Tian asked blankly, unable to believe his ears for a moment.

"Ah?!" The onlookers couldn't believe their ears, this is the pass, why? This fat man has only been fighting for so long, and he is panting to death, obviously his strength is not enough, so he let him pass.

In the face of the uproar of the crowd, the young monk ignored it, still pulling a face, and said expressionlessly, "Next." ”

Li Tian walked to the side in a daze, and he hadn't recovered from the surprise of passing the test.

At this time, there are only twelve people left, and if a few more people in the middle are directly eliminated by the young monks, then it is likely that the nine places will not be filled.

Then when the time comes, no one will challenge Li Tian at all, and he can directly enter the next assessment.

Looking at the fierce battle in front of the other three monks, and then looking at himself, Li Tian only felt that happiness came too suddenly.

The players in the other teams slowly came back to their senses at this time, knowing that the young monk's team was the best to pass, but at this time, they could no longer choose other monks.

The next contestant is a tall and strong man, with fine skin and tender meat, and at first glance he is a rich child who has been clothed and fed since childhood.

As soon as he came up, this player put on a beautiful posture and won the applause of the onlookers.

Then, he swung his fist and arched it with great momentum.

A moment later, he flew upside down, fell to the ground, and fainted.

"Next!" said the young monk.

Of the next few players, only two players passed, and the others were eliminated.

In the end, it was finally Hua Xing's turn.

"Hello, monk. Hua Xing said very politely.

"Come on. The young monk said lightly.

Hua Xing bent down and arched his hand, and said, "Offended!"

After speaking, Hua Xing didn't get up, still bent over, motionless.

Onlookers couldn't help but wonder, what is this kid playing?

Only Wu Song laughed, Hua Xing's trick was too wonderful, Wu Song was still surprised when he saw him perform it for the third time.

The young monk was also puzzled, and suddenly, he felt a strong wind coming from the back of his head, and immediately moved his steps lightly, and his body moved a meter sideways, flashing to the side.

Hua Xing appeared behind the young monk and punched him in the back of the head, which he dodged away. Then Hua Xing changed his move, and with a shake of his body, he came to the young monk and punched him in the chest.

When the young monk retreated, Hua Xing chased after him, always keeping a distance of one foot from him, and striking out with both fists, not giving the young monk time to breathe.