Walking into the clubhouse, it was a front hall, and Yang Bo and the two rushed to the scene and saw many people gathered together.

"Hey, don't rush in, get the number, line up!"

A staff member stopped the two men, and there was some impatience in his tone.

Lu Dongxing pulled Yang Bo, walked forward happily, and took the number from the automatic number machine, which was a detailed explanation: "Don't quarrel with them, the people here are all above the top, even if you are powerful, as long as you don't obey the management, they won't let you in." ”

Yang Bo was a little surprised, "What kind of organization is this?"

Lu Dongxing shook his head, "I don't know, I have investigated several times, and in the end it was nothing." Well, here, let's not talk about these things!"

While speaking, there was a shouting sound at the scene, Yang Bo turned to look over, and saw that one person in the crowd walked out with some regret, and kept shaking his head and sighing, "Alas, it's the last day, and I still haven't been able to cut out traces." ”

Yang Bo looked at Lu Dongxing a little strangely, "What did he mean?"

"Everyone has a chance every day, you can try it once, he must have tried it several times!" Lu Dongxing said.

"How can so many people get the news?" Yang Bo asked.

Lu Dongxing shook his head, "You think I'm Bai Xiaosheng, I also heard about it by chance, I didn't believe in this kind of thing, and even rushed over in person and cut it once, but I couldn't cut out a trace, but then I saw someone lightly cut a trace with a sword, I dare to believe that there is really something good here." ”

Yang Bo nodded and walked towards the crowd.

Walking into the crowd, Yang Bo saw that in the middle of the crowd, a waiter was standing aside, calling the number, and a stout man in his thirties handed in the number, walked forward, picked up the sword from the front shelf, held the sword with both hands, and gestured towards a piece of iron in front.

Yang Bo stared at the iron block in front of him, which was a section of railroad track, leaving more than a dozen traces on it, some of which were deep and some of which were shallow.

The man held his sword and slashed down as if he were trying his best.

"Ding!" a piercing sound rang, the sword and the iron intersected, and the sparks burst out, and the aftermath lingered in my ears.

The man clenched his sword tightly in both hands, unable to hang down, he gasped, looked up and looked ahead, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful when he saw the subtle collision marks on the iron block.

Yang Bo stared at the piece of iron, and he could clearly see that there was only a shallow white mark on the piece of iron, which looked inconspicuous.

"Invalid. The one standing next to the railroad tracks, not even fully open, lowered his gaze and replied coldly.

There was a chorus of boos at the scene, and everyone was a little regretful.

Lu Dongxing patted Yang Bo on the shoulder, "See, I tried it once, and my arms were numb, but there was no trace." ”

Yang Bo smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, I'll try." ”

A middle-aged man next to him glanced at Yang Bo and pursed his lips, "Little brother, how many people were as confident as you at the beginning, but now, they all go back." ”

"I'll try. Yang Bodao.

As he spoke, another person went up, the man was dressed in a cyan robe, he looked like he was only in his twenties, he picked up the iron sword, and called it "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable", and then, raised the sword, and slashed it lightly.

Yang Bo's eyes widened, to be honest, he didn't think that he could see the traces with brute force, but he was still surprised by the relaxed performance of the Taoist priest in front of him.

"Ding!" the sound of the iron sword clashing with the iron block was not too loud.

The Taoist priest held an iron sword in his hand and slashed at the iron, maintaining such a posture and not moving.

When the aftermath dissipated, he saw the Taoist priest smiling, he gently picked up the iron sword, and said to the man standing next to the iron sword: "Admit it!"

Yang Bo stared at the somewhat shallow traces in front of him, the expression on his face was a little strange, he looked towards the Taoist priest, and then at the person waiting next to the iron block.

The man smiled coldly, "Cheating, the class has an axe, don't get out of me quickly!"

The Taoist priest suddenly said loudly: "This is your rule, you stipulate that whoever cuts out traces will be allowed to enter, and I have also cut out traces now, how can you not let me in?"

The people around him also said: "Yes, he cut out the traces, how can you not let people in? This little master also looks very powerful!"

"Take out the camera from the scene and play it back!" the man said coldly.

The Taoist priest was stunned for a moment, and then, when he saw someone moving a laptop back, he was stunned for a moment, and without saying much, he turned around and walked outside.

Somebody hasn't gotten it yet, "What's going on? What's going on?"

"You don't see it, it's his trick, he slashes at the previous marks with his sword. ”

Now some people are just reacting.

Next, several more people tried, but all failed.

Soon, it was Yang Bo's turn, he walked through the crowd and handed over his number, Lu Dongxing stood next to him and said in a low voice: "Come on!"

Yang Bo smiled, stepped forward, picked up the sword, as soon as the sword was in his hand, Yang Bo felt a little different, this is not an iron sword, and I don't know what material it is, it is not gold or stone, and it feels a little warm to the touch.

It was really difficult to use this sword to cut out traces, even if Yang Bo believed that his strength could cut out, he still didn't dare to try, after all, today was the last day, and there was only one chance.

Seeing Yang Bo hesitating, the man couldn't help but remind: "Hurry up, there are still people waiting behind!"

"Young man, don't wait, hurry up and cut it, everything that can be cut has already been cut, you can't cut it anyway, what are you hesitating about?"

"That's right, young man, don't hesitate, cut it down with your eyes closed, and your arm will be numb for a while!"

"Alas, I have been here since early in the morning, and I have not seen anyone who has been able to cut out the marks, and I suspect that they are all forged!"

Yang Bo ignored them, he raised his sword, and according to his previous guess, spiritual power poured out of his hand and surged towards the sword, and he slashed down with all his might.

"Poof!" the tip of the sword sank deeper into the iron than all the traces!

The scene was silent, except for the sound of heavy breathing, there was no other movement!

Lu Dongxing stood behind Yang Bo, he stared at the iron in front of him, his eyes widened, it was really unbelievable!

The man standing next to the iron block suddenly glared at him, his eyes lit up, and he clenched his fist towards Yang Bo, "Congratulations!"

The people who spoke just now were all silent, staring at the scene, not knowing what to say for a while.