Chapter 492: There is a murderous aura in him
In the assessment of the martial arts examination, there is no competition.
However, it is necessary to evaluate the strength of each registered martial artist.
Speed and strength, as well as reflexes, are tested.
And understanding!
Perception is talent.
If you are amazingly talented, and you will be recorded during the martial arts examination, and the teachers of the Eight Great Palaces will pay attention to you.
Talent assessment is also a very important part.
The so-called martial arts examination is screening.
The best children are selected, sent to the provincial capital, and then to Kyoto to enjoy the best educational conditions.
At this moment, Ning Bei spoke.
The martial arts examination has officially begun.
Gao Lieyang, who came from Kyoto, presided over the record filing.
Ning Bei did not interfere with the assessment, but accompanied the Su family's grandmother to rest on the side.
Gao Lieyang's face was covered with cold sweat, with Ning Bei here, he really felt that the pressure was great.
He said loudly: "Northern King Order, Wu Kao, start!" ”
Ningbei's words are the Northern King's Order.
Gao Lieyang, who is from Kyoto, although it is the first time to see Ningbei, has heard too many legends about Ningbei over the years.
What's more, the warriors in Kyoto basically know that Ningbei has gone to Kyoto in recent days to kill and shake the entire gate valve sequence.
Gate valve sequence.
That's a group of hundreds of large and small gate valve forces!
Except for Ningbei, who can shake it!
Right now, Gao Lieyang announced the start of the martial arts examination.
Hundreds of people outside the gate of the Bianjing Group lined up to enter the examination room.
The examination room set up by Xiao Yuanshan in advance was equipped with precision instruments.
Boxing target machine.
Speed Tester!
Reaction test chamber.
For the young people who arrive, a testing ground is provided.
Gao Lieyang turned around and humbly handed over a document, saying: "Lord Beiwang, there are a total of one hundred and seventy-two students in Bianjing who participated in the assessment, twenty of them are from the seven wealthy families in Bianjing, and the rest are all people from Bianjing!" ”
The people below Bianjing refer to Bianshan and the towns below.
After all, the towns below Bianjing City also have warriors.
Just like Tanjia Village, the last time Ningbei passed, it was a nest of martial artists.
There are dozens of young warriors!
Therefore, it is not unusual for more than 100 young students to come to participate in the martial arts examination.
Ning Bei took the list and saw the names of 'Ning Guoguo' and 'Su Qinghe'.
He chuckled: "Xiao Qinghe, you signed up for the martial arts exam, why did you hide it from me?" ”
"Tell you, can I still come?"
Su Qinghe rolled his eyes.
This playful look made Ning Bei laugh dumbly.
However, Ning Bei saw two more familiar names, and said suspiciously: "Tang Yuxin, Tang Jingyun, what are these two people making trouble with!" ”
"What's the matter, I want to be a martial artist too!"
Behind Ningbei's seat, a sneaky beautiful girl appeared.
She has a slender figure, long burgundy hair that hangs down on her shoulders, a delicate little face with a thief's look, her breasts are straight, and her slender legs are wrapped in light blue jeans, slender and well-proportioned.
Except for Tang Yuxin, there is no one else!
She is very familiar with Ning Bei, and she is not separated at all.
Ning Bei wanted to laugh when he saw her, a liberal arts student, a person who can write 'friends from afar, although far away, will be punished', is a funny comparison!
"You're done with the retake?" Su Qinghe saw her best friend and laughed with her.
Tang Yuxinqiong's nose wrinkled slightly, and she said a little unhappily: "I haven't passed the make-up exam!" ”
"What's going on?" Su Qinghe was stunned.
I haven't passed the make-up exam, and I will fail the course!
Tang Yuxin said pitifully: "I wrote the wrong name!" ”
Ningbei: "......"
Su Qinghe: "??? ”
In the make-up exam papers, you can write the wrong name.
Why don't you go to heaven!
Su Qinghe rolled her eyes and asked Tang Yuxin to sit next to her.
Gao Lieyang stepped forward and flattered and said, "Lord Beiwang, the candidates have been in place one after another, can you start now?" ”
Ning Bei raised his left hand, sat in the first place, and waited for the assessment to begin.
Gao Lieyang turned around and said loudly: "The assessment begins, No. 1 candidate Du Wenlong, in the first round of assessment, on the boxing target machine, leave your strength record." ”
The words fell.
A seventeen-year-old boy in a black tracksuit walked in front of a humanoid target machine.
The official members of the Bianjing group are responsible for recording the results of each student in front of each target aircraft.
This martial arts test is as young as ten years old, just like a child of Guoguo's age.
Young people as old as twenty years old.
All of them!
There were a total of 172 people, all present, and none of them were absent.
Candidate No. 1 Du Wenlong, when he came to the first target machine, exhaled turbidity lightly, bent over like a bow, sank with a breath, and fell on the red heart of the target machine with a blow.
Boom!
Drip, drip, drip.
110 pounds!
This is the base power of the first punch.
The strength test allows you to throw three punches.
Take the highest value as your score.
This is already enough preferential treatment for candidates.
Learning martial arts itself is a way to sharpen one's mind, and the process is accompanied by injuries and suffering.
When Du Wenlong's second punch fell.
Drip, drip, drip.
115 pounds.
A third punch followed.
Drip, drip, drip.
112 pounds!
The power of the three punches varies.
The person who recorded the data next to him was Xiao Lin, and said softly: "No. 1 student Du Wenlong, the basic boxing power is 115 catties, the next one, No. 2 candidate, please play!" ”
The strength assessment is over.
Du Wenlong's eyes were a little disappointed.
Seven days ago, he had a strength of 130 pounds in basic strength.
On the field today, it was obvious that I didn't play such a high base strength.
It's not a malfunction.
It's not an extraordinary performance.
It's a normal play!
With this kind of achievement, it is a little difficult to go to the provincial capital to participate in the second round of assessment!
The next assessment is like an assembly line.
Some are happy, some are lost.
Until candidate No. 66 appeared.
This is a young man who looks like he is nineteen years old, with dark skin and an honest appearance, waiting for him to play.
Ning Bei sat lazily in a high position, glanced at the candidate, and his thin lips moved slightly: "What's his name?" ”
"Niu Lili, nineteen years old, signed up for the ...... Warlord! ”
Gao Lieyang flipped through the document table, and after saying this sentence, the whole person was stunned.
Nineteen-year-old warrior, that's a good seedling!
Definitely qualified to travel to the provincial capital.
Maybe he can be sent to Kyoto, and when the time comes, all major forces will gather in Kyoto, and there will definitely be a suitable one for him in the nine divisions of the three armies.
For ordinary people, this is simply a step to the sky.
Ning Bei closed his eyes and rested and said, "There is a murderous aura in him. ”
"Huh?"
Gao Lieyang was slightly stunned.
His mind didn't react.
Most of the candidates who come to take the martial arts exam are teenagers, living in modern society, and they have a murderous aura on their bodies, what does it mean?
It means that the hands are dyed with human life!
If it's a battle between warriors and blood on your hands, it doesn't matter, but it's a beautiful resume.
If the hands are stained with the blood of ordinary people.
Today, Niu Lili will not only have his identity as a candidate revoked, but he will also be detained and imprisoned in the Bianjing group on the spot.
In the past years, in the previous martial arts examinations, basically some candidates with unclean foundations can be found everywhere.