Bai Ze, who stepped out of one foot, lost his mind slightly, and the scene in front of him was a lot of hot sweat and in full swing-

Who would have thought that the "conference room door" that was pushed open would launch a martial arts arena?

In the small square on the left, there were many people standing around, dressed in different clothes, probably to apply for jobs.

"I'm sorry, let me go. ”

A voice with a little contempt sounded from behind, and Bai Ze turned his head to see a young man standing behind him.

The young man had dark skin and an Afro-Asian appearance, wearing a small gold ring on his left ear, a black snake tattoo on his bare left shoulder, and a forehead guard tied to his forehead.

It is a "neighbor" when entering the world of the story.

Bai Ze quietly stepped to the side, and the young man stared at him carefully twice before walking away suspiciously.

Forehead ......

Bai Ze stroked his curly hair, thoughtfully.

——

"It's time!

As the shirtless men left, a big man in black stood in the martial arts arena and shouted:

"All callers assemble—"

"Don't ink, don't stand in front of me for ten seconds, and be disqualified!"

A group of applicants who had originally had different postures immediately ran up when they heard this, and crowded to the center of the martial arts arena.

I don't know who scolded in a low voice: "I hung it for two bells and-"

Bai Ze's spiritual power immediately spread out, and he saw a red-haired man being pulled by his companion, and then quickly stopped his mouth.

Bai Ze stretched out the spiritual power network and continued to extend, and suddenly his heart trembled, and an unspeakable warning omen came up.

3rd floor of the venue.

A man in a black uniform approached the pillar in front of him suspiciously.

"Strange, just ...... Is it shining?"

The dim crystal ball was silent.

A cold sweat oozed from Bai Ze's back, his spiritual power had completely withdrawn from his mind, and the strong sense of snooping and dangerous intuition just now almost made his sweat and hairs explode.

"Stand in line!

The man in black uniform walked in a circle around the crowd of applicants.

"Forty-six people came. The man said slowly, "Obviously, we won't ask for so many, and maybe we may not even be able to recruit ten places, so-"

"Those who fish in troubled waters, who think they can try their luck, think they ......" The man shook his head, made a clicking sound, and said slowly, "We can enter here casually." ”

"Get out of here before it's too late!"

"Celtic doesn't need waste!"

"If you think that Celtic is a land of faithlessness, that you are not allowed to have an army, and that you can join our team like a city manager, then you should leave now. ”

"I promise no one will laugh at you, because it's a wise choice. The man walked back in front of them.

There was a faint commotion in the crowd, but no one actually left.

The man glanced at it.

"If no one leaves, then next, if there is any injury, we will not bear the medical expenses. He grinned, pulling the scar next to his face, looking particularly hideous and terrifying: "Like some kind of nondescript, think of the soldier's place as a social meeting or some kind of show--get out of the morning." ”

Bai Ze glanced at himself silently, and found that there was nothing strange about him, except for the slightly longer wig.

Three hundred coppers wasn't enough for him to make himself a rich lad, not so much like a refugee at best—

"Sorry examiner, I don't think appearance determines a person's abilities. A guy dressed up with a hip-hop vibe said.

His unique, home-made outfit makes him look like what an examiner calls a "trick show" in this society.

Maybe he thinks this is his unique fan, Bai Ze thought as he looked at the strip of cloth tied around his forehead.

"Oh?" the man grinned again, "Exactly—"

The group of reserve soldiers who had originally left ran over next to them were all carrying heavy boulder locks in their hands and threw them to the martial arts arena.

"Since you're so confident, you're the first to come. The man motioned to the hip-hop boy: "Without the help of any external force, lift it up, and keep your arms flat until I think I am satisfied." ”

"Shhhh

A gasp sounded.

Someone muttered to themselves, "That's a standard unit of fifteen-pound stone locks......"

"Shhhh

Bai Ze also gasped in his heart.

How many pounds is a pound?

The hip-hop man's face changed suddenly, and he knew that it was definitely not light by looking at the appearance of the stone lock and the sound of it being thrown on the ground.

Lifting it flat with one hand? How many times more difficult is it?

"Why? can't do it, why are you staying here if you can't do it?"

It was difficult to ride a tiger, and the hip-hop man swallowed his saliva, stepped forward, squatted down, and held the stone lock with his left hand.

Push hard –

The stone lock shook its head.

"Poof—"

Someone was laughing, but it wasn't the applicants, but the soldiers.

The hip-hop man blushed, as if he was ruthless, the green tendons on his neck burst up, his left arm suddenly swelled, and he lifted the stone lock and placed it flat in the air.

Bai Ze's pupils shrank.

(Flesh strengthened? No, no...... ）

Someone among the applicants whispered, and Bai Ze turned his head sideways and looked at others with his spare eyes.

Before the assembly, most of them stood on their own sides, and it was difficult to observe them openly.

The "hip-hop man" looked at the interviewer with a smug look on his face, but saw the interviewer slowly pull out the knife.

"What do you mean?"

A group of soldiers immediately rushed forward, and the hip-hop man tried hard to resist, but he was taken down like papier-mâché.

"Take them down and put them in jail. The interviewer had a calm face: "Can even such a weak god be able to blend into the Celts?"

"Come one by one. The interviewer looked unpleasant and pointed to a guy standing in front of him.

It's about roasting everyone on the fire......

Bai Ze thought silently, and glanced at his two "neighbors".

A snake man, a curly-haired man, just that uncle didn't come.

Bai Ze is the seventh, which is unfortunate.

"It's really hard to see your middle volume. The interviewer said lightly: "It looks very thin and tender, young man, don't think that you can show maturity with a little beard-"

Bai Ze stepped forward and picked a stone lock casually.

Touching the cold metal bolt with his right hand, Bai Ze took a breath-

That's almost a hundred and dozens of catties!

5 points of strength alone is not enough!

Bai Ze estimated in his heart, and used just the right amount of spiritual power to attach to his hand, not spreading out a slight.

"Huh?"

The interviewer looked curious, and walked around from behind Bai Ze, who had his back to the other person, to the front of him.

It can be seen that the face of this mature young man is almost extremely red, and his right hand is shaking vigorously, but he tries to maintain an angle of about ninety degrees.

"Okay!" the interviewer did not hesitate to praise: "You can put it down and stand over there." ”

He doesn't look very strong, but judging from his performance, it's not a fake, so this perseverance and talent are worthy of praise.

As soon as Bai Ze's thoughts were relieved, the stone lock almost smashed to the ground.

He even stumbled when he turned and walked away, almost collapsing.

"Hey bro, great. A bald soldier patted him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "To tell you the truth, it's easy for us to lift that stone lock, and we have to lift it flat—"

He shrugged, "We don't have many of us. ”

Bai Ze pulled out a smile, and now he was almost out of strength.

If I knew earlier, I would have used a little more mental power, and this body would be too weak, right?