"Next, Nankai."

When she heard Mu painstakingly reciting Nankai's name, Shen Qing'er was shocked.

The spiritual power test is conducted in the order of the disciple's spiritual power level from low to high, and it stands to reason that the same is true for the force test.

Otherwise, she would not have become the first disciple to take the force test.

However, Nankai is one of the four senior disciples!

How could his level of force be so bad!

With Nankai's appearance, Shen Qing'er didn't see any weapons on his body.

Is it bare-handed?

Just when Shen Qing'er was puzzled, she saw Nankai running at a very fast speed, and there were a few more money darts on her right hand at some point.

With a flick of Nankai's wrist, several money darts flew towards the ten-meter tree.

The green leaves on the tree fall after being hit by a money dart.

A middle-aged man spoke softly, and the disciples who were far away could hardly hear what he was saying.

Mu painstakingly raised his voice and announced: "Nankai, the degree of force, junior martial artist." ”

After the record, he added: "We still need to improve." ”

For some reason, Shen Qing'er always felt that Mu Kuxin deliberately let Nankai appear second.

Because the disciples who appeared in the back were also at the level of junior martial artists.

It stands to reason that Nankai, as a senior disciple, can completely appear behind those disciples.

Shen Qing'er guessed that after Mu painstakingly ordered her, he ordered Nankai instead of the two disciples just now, deliberately wanting to tell everyone that even if the degree of force was not good, he could become a senior disciple.

After that, it's Amin.

I saw Ah Ming pull out the soft sword he was wearing at his waist and dance.

This soft sword was in his hand, sometimes winding, sometimes fierce. The sword dancers seem to be dancing, graceful and calm, not at all like they are showing off their martial arts.

Shen Qing'er completely ignored the annoying Ah Ming and immersed herself in this soft sword martial arts display.

There was a look of envy in her eyes.

She really wants to have a soft sword and dance such a beautiful martial art.

Mu Tianshen looked at her intoxicated eyes, and felt a little uncomfortable inexplicably, as if she had been lightly pricked by a needle.

After Ah Ming finished the display, another middle-aged man whispered a few words to Mu Kuxin.

"Amin, the degree of force, the junior martial artist."

Mu painstakingly announced the results.

Ah Ming looked at Shen Qing'er arrogantly, as if he was showing off his strength.

Shen Qing'er directly ignored his show-off.

She said with disdain in her heart: Such a slender and elegant soft sword is completely unsuitable for a noisy and arrogant person like Amin. He is completely unworthy of this kind of martial arts.

"Next, Qingying."

Hearing his name, Qingying got up from his seat and walked to the center of the training ground.

He drew the long sword on his back and danced a coherent set of sword moves, sometimes attacking, sometimes defending.

Compared with the soft sword swordsmanship shown by Amin just now, Qingying's swordsmanship is decent.

However, Shen Qing'er found some familiar sword moves in it.

It is similar to the swordsmanship that Mu Tianshen taught him.

After thinking about it, Qingying had told her that she admired Mu Tianshen.

He carried the sword on his back, presumably to emulate his idol.

Sure enough, after Qingying's martial arts display ended, it was Mu Tianshen who announced the results.

However, Qingying is also a junior martial artist.

At this time, Shen Qing'er secretly looked towards Mu Tianshen.

I saw him sitting upright in the middle of several people, his hair tied high in a short ponytail.

Sandwiched between several middle-aged people, he looks even younger and promising, with a face like jade.

Mu Tianshen seemed to notice Shen Qing'er's gaze, tilted his head slightly, and smiled at her lightly.

Shen Qing'er hurriedly twisted her head away stiffly, avoiding his gaze.

At this time, for some reason, Lu Li's beautiful and calm face suddenly appeared in her mind.

Originally, he avoided Mu Tianshen just because he was shy, but now, he felt sour.

Even if she felt Mu Tianshen's gaze, she didn't look directly at him.

She didn't want to face his smile, and she didn't want to respond to him.

Pretending not to see is the best thing to do.