Mo Shengsheng fought three times in a row, and the head of the palace was still as steady as Mount Tai, not moving at all, but it could be seen that the ground under his feet had sunk slightly.

The besieged players secretly smacked their tongues and wondered if they could do this if they were playing by themselves?

And just when the two sides were in a stalemate for more than two minutes, Mo suddenly shouted, his face instantly turned purple, his strength suddenly increased, and his hands pushed forward, hitting the head of the head and leaning back involuntarily.

"Zixia Gong!"

Someone screamed out.

The internal strength made by Mo Chuan Sheng is the treasure book of the Huashan faction 'Zixia Gong', and this internal skill is officially evaluated as 'Upper Seven Grades', and it is only three grades short of it, and it is classified as a divine skill.

The basic internal skills of the lower level of a product, each layer of practice, can increase all attributes by about 5%, and Zixia Gong, with each layer of practice, can increase all attributes by about 15%, this gap is extremely obvious in the early stage, and in the later stage, the gap is even more different from heaven and earth.

A good internal skill will directly affect a person's overall strength.

The 'Zixia Gong' of the Huashan School is not so easy to learn, ordinary disciples are not qualified to learn it at all, and only those disciples who are shown to be the successors of the head are qualified to learn.

Mo made a sound to use the 'Zixia Gong', even Ma Qianjun was moved, you must know that at this stage, no one has learned the so-called 'Divine Skill', and the 'Zixia Gong', which is second only to the Divine Skill, once you have it, it is definitely an existence that makes people envious, jealous and hateful.

A faint purple qi appeared from the top of Mo Sheng's head, his strength was still increasing, and the head of the palace sect opposite him, now his upper body had been tilted to an awkward angle, although he was also trying to use his internal strength, but he was far inferior to the 'Zixia Gong' coming quickly.

"Bang! Bang"

Mo shouted again, the purple qi above his head suddenly erupted, and he suddenly pushed forward, and the head of the palace involuntarily took two steps back before he stopped.

The head of the palace arched his hand at Mo Sheng, and he was convinced: "Shaoxia's magic skills, I lost in the next." ”

――Mo Sheng's challenge to the head of the palace was successful, and his reputation rose by 5 points!

The first person to take the challenge was successful!

Mo wiped his sweat, smiled, and walked back to the crowd.

Mo Sheng's performance made the master of the ring color jealous: "Ami, your sister's Zixia Gong, which is second only to the Divine Skill, how did he learn it?" Is this kid the next head of Huashan? ”

Ye Cheng smiled: "It doesn't have to be the heir of the head to learn Zixia Gong." ”

The master glared and said, "You kid must know what's going on, tell me quickly." ”

"To tell you the truth, I don't really know ......"

"!"

Mo Singsheng successfully completed the challenge, to say that everyone present was the most stimulated, I am afraid it must be Ma Qianjun, he has always thought that the strength of himself and Mo Sing's strength is between the best, and now that Mo Singsheng has passed the test, if he can't pass, doesn't that mean that he is not as good as him?

"I'm coming!"

Ma Qianjun shook his spirits and walked towards the head of the palace.

Ma Qianjun picked up the log with his toes, picked it up with one hand, and pushed it forward, and the log poked firmly in the chest of the head of the sect.

Ma Qianjun shouted, suddenly let go of the log, and formed a palm with his two hands, forehand, and backhand constantly hitting the log.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The martial arts he uses are the superior martial arts of the Wudang School - Taijiquan!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Ma Qianjun kept hitting the logs, and his strength was also increasing, but the head of the palace was as steady as a rock, and he didn't even shake his body.

Ma Qianjun doesn't know Zixia Gong, so naturally he can't suppress the other party in terms of strength, so even if he keeps high-five, he is like a mud cow entering the sea, which has no effect.

Two minutes passed, Ma Qianjun's face was covered with sweat, and his strength was almost exhausted, but the body of the head of the palace did not move at all.

Ma Qianjun was in a hurry, and the speed of his palms was faster, and the log was thumping.

Just when Ma Qianjun's internal strength was about to be exhausted, he suddenly took out a red pill and stuffed it into his mouth, and his internal strength suddenly increased by a large margin.

A disciple of the Hengshan faction was stunned and said, "I wipe it, and you still have medicine?" ”

Ma Qianjun's face flushed, and his hands slapped faster.

The master of the ring touched his bald head: "This product is going to lose." ”

Ye Cheng shook his head: "His Tai Chi has reached the fourth level of the realm of borrowing strength, but it's a pity that he doesn't understand his method, otherwise it wouldn't be like this." ”

The master of the ring color didn't believe it: "You mean, he has the strength to clear the customs?" It's impossible, he can't even knock the medicine. ”

Ye Cheng smiled: "Do you know what inertia is?" He exerted countless propulsion forces on that log, but what would have happened if he hadn't struck forward at this time, but had suddenly grabbed the log and pulled it back? ”

The master of the ring color was stunned for a moment, and patted his bald head: "Ami, me, then the head of the palace will definitely lose his balance." ”

Ye Cheng's voice was very small, but the master of the ring was a loud voice, what he said was clearly heard by Ma Qianjun, he thought about it slightly, and then understood the meaning, and then held the log with both hands, pulled it back hard, and heard an ouch, the head of the palace lost his balance, and a dog ate and fell to the ground......

The master of the ring color was dumbfounded: "Ami, I'm a Buddha, I seem to have said the wrong thing, the little monk and the old man." ”

If it weren't for his words, Ma Qianjun would definitely have failed the challenge, but now it's good, not only passed, but also showed his face and dragged the head of the palace down.

“sB!”

The disciple of the Hengshan Sect who spoke out earlier couldn't help but scold the monk.

Ma Qianjun passed, which means that there is one more person competing for the 'Xuantie Order', can he not be angry?

The color master turned red, covered his face with his sleeves, and hid behind Ye Cheng.

"I'm here to challenge the head coach!"

At this time, another player walked up, but his performance was not worth mentioning, and it only took a dozen seconds for him to abstain from the game.

After that, several more players came on the field, but all but one of them were out of the game.

Bingxin Purple Butterfly is on the field, her internal cultivation is not as good as Mo Sheng, and her skills are not as good as Ma Qianjun's, but she is extremely smart, she actually held a log pestle on the chest of the head of the sect, and quickly circled around him, and saw her footsteps moving frequently, like a fairy dancing, only for a while, the head of the sect was dizzy by her, and she couldn't support it.

The Iron Sword Gate's divine power is a unique martial arts, second only to the existence of the divine skill 'Ling Bo Weibu'.

"The woman is so skilled, but she lost in the next."

"I'll come."

When there were only four people left who had not yet played, Ye Cheng stepped forward and prepared to get off the field.

The color master was a little worried: "Deep Blue, why don't I come first?" ”

Ye Cheng is only level 18 and doesn't know any martial arts, and the master of the color ring is extremely worried that he will not be able to pass the test, so he wants to use the strength of the sect leader for him first, so that he can have a chance to pass.

Ye Cheng waved his hand, signaling that he didn't have to worry, holding the Qingshuang Sword in his hand, he stood in front of the sect leader.

"In the Lower Star Sect, the disciples who do not enter the stream are low-key, please advise."

The sect leader also bowed to him, but the expression on his face was mostly disdainful, no way, who made the Star Constellation Sect a cult?

Ye Cheng didn't pick up the log, but smiled and turned the 'Plum Blossom Sleeve Arrow' out of his sleeve for the head to watch.

"This is the Plum Blossom Hidden Arrow, which can fire five Hidden Arrows at the same time, and it is coated with poison."

The head of the sect was puzzled: "Deep Blue Shaoxia, what do you mean by taking out this thing and showing it to me?" ”

"I will cut your right foot with a sword in a while, and at the same time shoot your left foot with a plum blossom sleeve arrow, in the lower martial arts is low, I can only get by, and I hope the head of the sect will not mind." Ye Cheng hugged his fists.

The head of the church was stunned.

Cut with a sword, shoot with a poisoned arrow, and say don't mind? This person is too shameless, isn't it......

Looking at the small sleeve quiver in Ye Cheng's hand, the head of the sect subconsciously shrank back.

"Please stand up, let's get started."

Ye Cheng raised his sword to cut, and the head of the sect raised his big hand: "Admit defeat ...... below"

-- Deep Blue successfully challenged the head of the palace in a low-key manner, and his reputation rose by 1 point, and his moral index dropped by 10 points due to his despicable methods.

Ye Cheng passed the test easily, which made another uproar outside the court......