Entering the brain domain network again, Yaoyang did not go directly to the martial arts hall to receive cultivation guidance, but walked to the "trial hall" at the other end of the city.

The Trial Hall is a place for people to conduct various simulated battles and assessments, and there is a simulation function for samurai assessments. If anyone wants to experience the process of the samurai examination firsthand, this is the place to be.

Yaoyang has a great interest in becoming a samurai, which is also his first goal in life.

Even though he just had a little strength, Yaoyang couldn't wait to experience the samurai assessment and see how far he was from a real samurai.

After entering the trial hall, choosing a mock samurai assessment, and paying a fee of 1,000 yuan, Yaoyang walked into a spacious room.

A beam of light fell from the ceiling, enveloping Yaoyang, analyzing his body data. Soon his various castes appeared on the light curtain, and the words behind them marked whether they were qualified or not.

Strength: 25 (Pass, 20 minimum)

Dexterity: 40 (excellent, minimum 20)

Durability: 25 (Pass, 20 minimum)

Spirit: 30 (Good, 20 minimum)

It can be seen that Yaoyang's strength and durability are only just above the standard line, but the agility and spirit are far above the standard, and agility has even received an excellent evaluation.

"Congratulations, you meet the requirements and can move on to the next step." A calm voice rang out in the room. Then the beam disappeared, the floor in front of Yaoyang cracked, and a machine resembling a large sandbag slowly rose.

It's almost like a big sandbag, except that there's a light curtain on it that shows the data.

"The first is the attack power test. Attack the sandbags in the way you do best, you have three chances, and the minimum qualifying line is 300. The voice rang out again.

"300?" Yaoyang didn't know how this number was calculated, anyway, he just had to fight with all his might.

"Luohan Fuhu!" Yaoyang took a step back, urging the internal force, and suddenly felt that his body was full of strength. Every bone, every muscle, and every cell became excited, and wrapped in the strong battle intent, Yao Yang stepped forward and threw a heavy punch.

"Bang", the sandbag was beaten and shaken, but the amplitude was not as large as Yaoyang imagined. A number jumped out of the light curtain: 219.

"The gap is not small...... Yaoyang knew that the attack power of this punch was not qualified, but he had already used about eighty percent of his strength. It seems that the strength is still a little too weak, and it is difficult to exert the full power of Luohan Fist.

"Again." Yaoyang took a few steps back unwillingly, this time he let the internal force travel faster in the meridians, hoping to make a strong punch with a momentary explosive power.

"It's coming!" Yaoyang's eyes flashed, like a tiger coming down the mountain, rushing towards the sandbag. His fist swung high, forming an angle with his body that was most suitable for the force, and swung it down hard.

"Bang!" This time, the sandbags shook more violently, but the numbers on the light curtain were still not as good as they could be.

“277…… It's not close! Yaoyang was slightly disappointed. Strength has always been his shortcoming, especially after the dantian aperture has become a normal person's level, strength has become the biggest part of dragging Yaoyang, it seems that the cultivation of the Yijin Sutra must not be relaxed.

"Fists can't work, you can only rely on your legs." Yaoyang was not discouraged. He also has shadowy legs, which are more powerful than fists.

Taking a deep breath, Yao Yang took Ling Bo's slight steps and swam around the sandbag. The internal force began to surge, permeating the legs.

"Dada...... Da Da ......" Yao Yang searched for rhythm in the rapid movement, and some kind of voice sounded in his head that didn't exist.

When the sound gets faster and faster, it means that the accumulation of power has reached a limit. Yaoyang must find the right time, otherwise once the limit is exceeded, it will be too much.

"It's now!" When the clatters were quickly connected into a line, Yaoyang kicked out with a sweep of his legs. The attacks of the Shadow Shape Leg were all six bursts, Yao Yang swept out with one leg, and five other attacks followed, and they were completed in less than two seconds.

The sandbags were run up and down heavily, and the light curtain flickered, and finally a number jumped out that made Yaoyang excited.

“499！”

Yao Yang didn't expect the attack power of the Shadow Shadow Leg to be so amazing, and there was probably a six-legged superimposed effect. In any case, this first round of attack power test finally passed, and it also received an "excellent" rating.

After passing two levels in a row, Yaoyang's confidence is enough, and he feels that the assessment of the samurai is not too difficult.

However, Yaoyang also knew very well that the warrior was only the lowest level of the upper class, and above the warrior there were martial apprentices, martial artists, martial arts saints, and even martial gods, and he even heard that there were higher super martial artists above the martial gods, but that was too illusory.

Become a samurai first, then climb up step by step, and sooner or later, I will touch the sky. There is a schoolbag of martial arts secrets as a backing, Yaoyang only feels that his whole body is hot, it is not illness, but he is inspired by a kind of upward force, full of high fighting spirit.

The second body style test, this couldn't be simpler for Yaoyang. With an agility value of 40 and Ling Bo microstep, this test is simply appetizing for Yaoyang.

The cannon-like rubber marbles spit out of the injector at a rate of about five rounds a second, and although they don't hurt anyone, they hurt the body. If you get hit once, the 60 seconds that are already not available will be reduced by one second.

Within 60 seconds, Yaoyang must dodge 95% of the marbles to qualify. This standard is really a bit low for Yao Yang, under the attack of 300 raindrops of marbles, Yao Yang Shi unfolded Ling Bo and tossed and turned, his feet were almost within a radius of less than half a meter, and none of the marbles could touch his body.

“100%”

Yaoyang once again obtained an excellent evaluation, if he can maintain such excellent results in the real samurai assessment, it is definitely not as simple as winning the title of samurai, maybe he will be favored by the military and directly rise to the top.

The last one is the internal force test, which is also what Yaoyang is most worried about. It was the original beam of light again, and Yaoyang, who was shrouded in it, stared at the light curtain in front of him, and the numbers on it were constantly beating, if it could exceed 50, it would mean that Yaoyang could completely pass the samurai assessment in a few months. If you can't reach 50, Yaoyang will have to keep trying.

Soon the numbers stopped, and under the formula proposed by Einstein, the value of the internal forces of Yaoyang was displayed on the light curtain.

Einstein's constant (3.14) × dantian aperture (1.5) × the level function of the Northern Shengong (5.4) = 25.434

"Unqualified!" Although this result was not too unexpected for Yaoyang, he was still a little disappointed.

The key to determining the value of internal force lies in the grade function of the dantian aperture and internal strength, and Yaoyang's disadvantage lies in the fact that the dantian aperture is too narrow. You must know that the average samurai dantian aperture will reach 4 or even 5, and this alone is more than twice as high as Yaoyang.

Fortunately, the level function of internal power is very high, and although the Northern Shengong is not as good as the 200 of the Washing the Myelin Sutra, it can also reach 180. Yaoyang's current completion rate of the Northern Pluto Divine Skill is only 3%, and it is quite good to be able to obtain a function value of 5.4.

Yaoyang was just a little puzzled, why the internal power that the main brain chose to calculate was not the Pulp Washing Sutra but the Northern Shengong. But he can't control this, not to mention that no matter which internal strength he chooses, his value is still a big gap from reaching the standard, so he doesn't bother to pursue it.

"It seems that if you want to become a samurai, the biggest difficulty is the internal force value. Judging from my current situation, I should either expand the aperture of the dantian as much as possible, or improve the completion of the Northern Shengong. Both of these will take a long time, and I don't know if I can catch up with this year's assessment. Yao Yang walked out of the trial hall and thought about this question all the time.

After thinking about it, Yao Yang decided to continue to collect ways to expand the dantian aperture while continuing to cultivate the Northern Spiritual Skill. It doesn't matter if you can't catch up with the samurai assessment this time, I'm only eighteen years old, and I still have a long way to go.

In fact, the samurai is only one of Yaoyang's goals, and he needs a guiding light to guide him on the long road ahead. What's more, cultivation requires perseverance and tenacity, both of which are not lacking, and they are even much better than ordinary people. Now all he has to do is keep the right direction, and sooner or later he will succeed.

In fact, Yaoyang has been very satisfied with the results of this assessment, and it has only been a few months since he got the schoolbag. He has grown from a waste wood to the point where he is now, which is definitely an astonishing achievement.

The path of cultivation is extremely difficult, so many people practice martial arts, only two or three out of ten can really become warriors, and even more rare. At the level of the Martial God, the world is very rare.

It is precisely because the martial arts journey is very difficult that it is respected by so many people. Yaoyang has already taken a solid step, and it is impossible for him to make excessive demands on himself anymore.

"Actually, it should be celebrated." Yaoyang disconnected from the network and stood on the balcony of the dormitory looking at the campus in the evening, with students coming and going, a lively scene.

Yaoyang dialed Wang Jun's phone and asked him to eat at a hot pot restaurant in the slums. It's been a long time since he's had a break, and it's time to have a drink with his brother and relax his tension.

When Yaoyang came to the hot pot restaurant, night had already fallen. Even though it is in a slum area, the business of this shop is also very prosperous, and there are even many rich people who will drive here to eat hot pot.

A million-dollar SUV was parked in front of the store, and several poor children were playing around it. Yaoyang walked into the hot pot restaurant and saw Wang Jun at a glance.

Yaoyang beckoned to Wang Jun, and was about to pass, but his pupils shrank slightly. He saw several fierce men coming out of the back kitchen, carrying machetes in their hands, and walked towards Wang Jun from behind.

"Wang Jun, be careful!" Yaoyang's eyes widened, grabbed a chair next to him, and threw it over!

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