The stout man walked up to the high platform, moved his muscles and bones, bowed his waist, slowly clenched his fists, and the green tendons on his arms, which were thicker than ordinary people's thighs, burst out!

"Drink!"

With a loud shout, the strong man punched suddenly!

"Peng!"

With a muffled sound, the strong man's fist sank into the stone, barely half of the fist.

The strong man withdrew his fist and took two steps back in distraction.

"How is this possible?"

The black-armored soldier on the side took out a measuring ruler, measured the depth of the fist print, and announced indifferently: "Two inches and four points, unqualified, next." ”

The strong man walked off the high platform in despair, still muttering about the impossibility in his mouth.

There was an incredible discussion all around, this man looked like he had to have hundreds of pounds of strength, how could he make such a shallow fist print?

Shi Lan took all this into his eyes, and he was not surprised at all, although the person just now was burly and not weak, but after all, he was still a mortal, he didn't know martial arts at all, and his strength couldn't be used in one place, and it would be good if this punch could exert six or seven of his strength.

Judging from the shape of this man's body and the strength of his punch, the punch just now has a fist power of more than 200 catties, which is equivalent to a martial artist with a double body quenching realm, but only left a fist mark more than two inches deep.

Based on this calculation, in order to meet the requirements of the Demon Suppression Army, it is necessary to have the strength above the five levels of the Quenching Body Realm.

After the strong man stepped down, another middle-aged man with a similar figure came to the high platform, and this man's fist strength was much weaker than that of the strong man, leaving only a fist mark one inch and nine minutes deep.

This is obviously lower than the minimum requirements that Nie Yangze had just set.

The two black-armored soldiers didn't wait for the middle-aged man to speak, they stepped forward, pressed the middle-aged man down, took a long board from under the stage, and hit the middle-aged man with ten boards.

After the ten boards, the man's back was already a blur of flesh and blood, unable to move, and was carried down by several companions.

After such a moment, the hearts of the people around them who were ignited by the gold bricks were extinguished a lot.

Just as everyone was looking left and right, a lean man, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, walked to the side of the high platform, and without taking the steps, he jumped straight up to the high platform nearly a foot high.

When the mortals around saw this scene, they were all amazed, and the eyes of a few martial artists were also tightened and became cautious.

The man walked up to the stone, arched his waist, stretched his muscles and bones, and suddenly made a series of explosions from the bones of his body, like thunder!

"Drink!"

The man let out a long roar, his five fingers tightened, his fist shadow flashed, and a whistling sound of breaking the air followed!

"Poof!"

Everyone around them only felt a flower in front of them, and the thin man's forearm sank deep into the stone.

The man withdrew his arm and let out a long breath, and a wisp of gray turbid air visible to the naked eye spat out from his mouth, and the air flow shot out nearly a foot away before slowly dissipating.

"Seven inches and five points, qualified." The black-armored soldier announced the results and raised his hand to signal the man to go to the wooden case to register.

"Name?"

"Yan Shan."

……

After Yan Shan, more than a dozen martial artists came to the stage, but few were qualified, and in addition to Yan Shan, the rest of the qualified ones left the deepest fist marks, which were only six inches and two points.

There were a few mortals who tried to fish in troubled waters, and all of them ate the board without exception.

Yan Shan and the other martial artists who passed the test stood at the door of the City Lord's Mansion with their arms crossed, looking at the high platform from a distance, and every time a tester came to the stage, they would quietly discuss and exchange their own opinions.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Shi Lan squeezed out of the crowd and walked up the steps to the high platform.

Seeing Shi Lan coming to power, a group of warriors expressed their opinions one after another.

"The footsteps are disorganized, the landing is weak, the grip is unsteady, and he is obviously a mortal."

"The tendons are soft, the movements are loose, and he is a lucky person."

"Wealth moves people's hearts, it is inevitable."

Most of the warriors looked at it twice, shook their heads, and looked away with interest.

Yan Shan looked at Shi Lan quietly, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he had discovered something, and his expression became solemn.

Shi Lan walked to the stone and stood still, after roughly weighing it in his heart, his right arm was raised, his five fingers were clenched, and a straight fist hit the stone without any fancy punch.

The moment the fist came into contact with the stone, Shi Lan felt as if he had sunk into a swamp, and the force on the fist began to flow rapidly.

The strength of the fist was quickly completely removed, Shi Lan looked at the small arm that had been submerged in the stone, and his heart was a little bottomless, and he didn't know if he had reached the requirement of five inches deep.

After thinking about it for a moment, Shi Lan added two more points of force, and the already stagnant forearm sank into a section again.

The black-armored soldier on the side, who was about to step forward to measure the depth of the fist print, saw this scene and glanced at Shi Lan in some surprise.

Shi Lan withdrew his arm and took two steps back.

The black-armored soldier stepped forward, probed the depth of the fist print, and announced, "Seven inches and nine points, qualified." ”

When the warriors in the audience heard this, they looked at each other, and they were all a little embarrassed.

Yan Shan's expression was solemn, he noticed Shi Lan's movements just now, the power of the fist was exhausted, and the strength required to advance again, and the punch to make such a deep fist mark were completely two concepts, and the strength of the fist of the people on the stage could be imagined.

"Name?"

"Shi Lan."

"Where do you live?"

……

After registering the basic information, the black-armored soldier pointed to the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, "Wait there, the City Lord Nie has something to say to you later, and the reward will be given to you at that time." ”

Shi Lan walked to the gate of the City Lord's Mansion and stood still, what made her feel a little strange was that as soon as she came over, the group of warriors moved a few steps away and distanced themselves from her.

Soon, there were fewer and fewer people on stage for the test, and in the end, there was no one to see, and in the end, there were only twenty-six people including Shi Lan who passed this test.

Among the twenty-six people, the one with the deepest punch mark was a black-robed man about forty years old with a strong breath, and the fist mark nine inches and sevenths deep left the rest far behind.

In second place is Shi Lan, after Shi Lan is Yan Shan, except for the three of them, none of the rest of the martial artists' fist prints are more than seven inches deep.

After confirming that no one was on stage, several black-armored soldiers began to pack up their belongings on the high platform.

A black-armored soldier walked up to the warriors and said, "Come with me." Then he turned around and pushed open the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.

All the warriors rushed in and followed the black-armored soldiers into the city lord's mansion.

Shi Lan looked at the surrounding environment, the courtyard wall of this city lord's mansion was about the same height as the one in the stone mansion, and the layout of the environment was not far behind.

Following the black-armored soldiers all the way, everyone soon came to a large hall.

The door of the main hall was open, and after entering the main hall, everyone saw Nie Yangze sitting on the main seat on a high place.