Chapter 50: Meat Pile Gong Promotion
Meng Yang's performance was surprising enough.
Among the many half-step Sanhua Realm disciples, even others were even worse than Meng Yang's.
But Meng Yang resisted more than 20 breaths with the realm of the middle section of the coagulation bone.
But the limit is the limit, no matter how unwilling you are, no matter how strong your will is, you can't withstand the spiritual pressure of that might.
After holding on, Meng Yang had only one end, bleeding from seven holes and breaking both legs.
More serious, it may even cause a fracture of the spine and become a complete waste.
"This son is nothing more than that, although it is impressive, but it is only that. β
In the disciple hall, many mentors who had been paying attention to Meng Yang and Fu Tianzhuo talked one after another when they saw this.
Some shook their heads and sighed, and also moved their eyes to Fu Tianzhuo on the side.
For them, Meng Yang at this moment could fall at any time, while Fu Tianzhuo obviously had more potential.
Not only Fu Tianzhuo, but also the performance of some other family geniuses is even more outstanding.
"Mentor Lin, that kid of your family can't hold on. β
On the other side, Lin Simin, who was frowning, frowned and looked at Meng Yang, who had reached the limit.
Even if he favored Meng Yang again, and even felt a little distressed and wanted Meng Yang to say a few words, he couldn't say it.
The apricot-red lips were half-bitten, and finally turned into a sigh.
"The initial martial realm is not its opponent, it's just a joke, grandstanding and humiliating. β
"I'll just say, even if the potential is strong, after all, it is only the existence of the middle of the coagulation bone. β
"I thought too highly of this guy before, and it seems that he is not qualified to be my competitor. β
Looking at Meng Yang, who was about to fall, the disciples in the square scoffed and didn't pay attention.
The old disciples who were watching from other places also began to laugh shamefully.
also blames Meng Yang and Fu Tianzhuo for the way they appeared before, and the fame that spread was too dazzling.
At this moment, under the power of the Heavenly Fetus Realm, these people who had great expectations for Meng Yang before all showed disappointment.
And at this time, Fu Tianzhuo, who had been condensing the qi and blood in the body to resist the spiritual pressure, felt Meng Yang's fallen body beside him.
was stunned and wanted to speak out of encouragement, but the spiritual power shrouded in his body was once again stronger.
The expression of his facial features, which made him slightly relaxed, immediately turned blue and twisted together.
"Stumped, is this the end?"
Looking at his arms, which were all oozing blood and sweat, Meng Yang couldn't support it anymore, blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and he fell behind him.
With Meng Yang falling, there were hundreds of disciples who also couldn't hold on and were about to fall.
However, no one thought that when everyone was not paying attention to Meng Yang, or showing ridicule, or showing pity, or like Lin Simin, she was delicate and straight, and secretly admitted her fate. Meng Yang, whose back was only an inch away from the ground, suddenly hung in the air, not falling to the ground like others.
Then, as if a pair of invisible hands were pushing behind his back, his body was weirdly straightened.
Even the pale little face with no color appeared in an instant.
Not only that, due to being squeezed by the spiritual power of the Heavenly Fetus Realm powerhouse, the blood beads that overflowed out of the pores were more like finding a summoning, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, they drilled back into Meng Yang's body, and the sluggish spirit suddenly glowed.
"What's going on?"
"Shouldn't this son fall?"
"Hard, it's all pretended?"
This scene not only stunned everyone, but also caused turmoil in their hearts.
Even more so that in the countless surprised pupils that turned back, a shocking question mark appeared.
[Meat Stake Gong successfully resists an attack, and the proficiency is increased by 1000, and the current proficiency has reached the upper limit. γ
[The upper limit of the proficiency of the meat pile skill, the automatic upgrade is successful, the meat pile skill is promoted to level 4, and the current proficiency is 1/25000]
γDing!Meat Pile Gong successfully comprehends the meaning of true martial arts, is full of vitality, and increases its strong resilience. γ
Looking at the information that appeared in the pupils, and the warmth flowing through the whole body.
Meng Yang exhaled loudly, shrank his pupils sharply, and Fu Tianzhuo, who looked incredulous, smiled slightly.
One breath is four or five hundred proficiency, and twenty breaths is twenty thousand proficiency.
Meng Yang himself didn't expect that the Meat Pile Gong would break through at such a critical moment.
The warm current that was still flowing in his body not only restored his torn muscles.
The leg bones that had cracked his bones and his kneecaps were all blinking and closing again.
The strong and majestic resilience made Meng Yang feel that under such pressure, even if he was supporting twenty breaths, it would not be a problem.
"Meng Yang, I, Fu Tianzhuo, still underestimate you, just pretend to be you, and almost broke my momentum. β
"The kid of the Lin family is really worry-free, but being able to break through under coercion is also due to chance. β
"It's really surprising that this son is here, at this juncture, the condensation martial arts have been promoted. β
When the disciples of the hall saw this, they all smiled bitterly.
Especially the mentor who was laughing at Meng Yang just now, I don't know why his face is a little spicy at the moment.
Seeing Lin Simin here, her eyes were even more beautiful, and her heart went up and down like a roller coaster.
Even the other female tutor next to her was secretly scolding this son for being a little bastard.
After a few more breaths, he fell down again, and there were only about twenty disciples standing in the square at this moment.
And these twenty or so disciples are all Tianzong geniuses who have spent countless painstaking efforts to cultivate.
Fu Tianzhuo, who was about to reach his limit, couldn't imagine that there were so many people who were on par with his potential.
Meng Yang, whose eyes were flashing, was even more secretly astonished, his meat pile skill was promoted to the fourth level, and he actually had the strength to be on par with them.
"It's almost Mentor Tian, if it goes on like this, I'm afraid they won't be able to participate in tomorrow's hunting assessment. β
The bearded Master Tian couldn't help but be happy that there were so many disciples with extraordinary potential this year.
After hearing these words, he immediately stopped the spread of spiritual power, took two steps back, and gave way to the open space.
Last year, the same people, the same coercion, the same time.
But in the end, there were less than five people who could hold on to thirty breaths.
But this year, there are more than 20 people, not to mention that Tutor Tian is happy, and other mentors are also very excited.
Especially those teachers who came out of the family were even more excited to see the outstanding performance of their disciples.
Of course, among them, the most memorable thing for them is the scene of the Lin family's Mengyang's peak.
"Yes, very good, you who are still standing in the square now have the posture of a strong man. β
And the fallen disciple does not have to be presumptuous, work hard, and strive for overtaking in the corner. β
At this moment, another red-faced mentor walked up to the stage and said in a muffled voice waving his long sleeves.
"In this world, talent is only the starting point, not the end, and the rise of countless strong people is not smooth sailing, let alone genius. Opportunities and opportunities are decisive, and efforts are permanent. And I, the strength of the half-step True Martial Realm, was stepped out with sweat step by step, and I was the first person to fall back then. β
"Without further ado, tomorrow's hunt is the time to decide your fate. β
"Remember, tomorrow at noon, the trial peak gathered, missed the time, deducted ten points of contribution, did you hear clearly?"
"Hear me clearly..."
Listening to this noisy and noisy voice, without the slightest spirit, the red-faced middle-aged man's face sank, his voice was like thunder, and his voice was like thunder, and he yelled: "Didn't you go to the dining room to eat at noon? Did you hear me clearly?"
"Hear me clearly. β
"Good, adjourn!"