Chapter 1539: Registration

Two conditions are indispensable.

Quite a few people don't meet the criteria.

Some of them looked young, but their real bone age was already over thirty years old, and these people had obviously come to fish in troubled waters.

Suddenly, a man came quickly and said a few words to the old man.

The old man nodded.

After a while, another stone tablet appeared in front of the old man.

There was some kind of power on the stele.

"There are too many people who have signed up this year! In this regard, the high-level leaders of our ten major forces have jointly decided to temporarily add another condition!"

"The strength is over 10,000 catties!"

The old man pointed to the dark stone tablet in front of him and said slowly.

When the warriors around heard this, they were in an uproar.

"Are the qualifications for the Divine Martial Arts Contest so strict now?"

"Actually, it's the same, even if you qualify, you can't pass the next level, right?"

"That's right, he can drastically reduce the number of participants and make the game go on faster!"

"Silence!" the old man scolded.

Silence!

"Next!"

A young warrior walked over slowly, first testing his bone age on one stone tablet, and then testing his spiritual power on the second stone tablet.

After reaching both standards, the young man came to the third stone tablet.

This stele is not ordinary, it is very flexible, it can absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and it can be restored.

There is one more condition for the qualification of the god competition, that is, to throw a punch at this stone tablet, and the strength will exceed 10,000, and you will pass the test.

The Divine Spirit Contest is only allowed to participate in martial artists under the age of thirty, and generally speaking, the strength of a martial artist at the level of the Spirit God Realm can exceed 10,000, if it does not break 10,000, then the cultivation he has obtained is too watery.

The young man looked at the stele in front of him, put his right hand on his waist, and then the next moment, his fist rushed like a tiger descending from a mountain, and the terrifying force directly hit the stele.

Just hear a bang.

The stele trembled violently.

A deep trace was clearly left on the stone tablet, about ten centimeters, which means that his strength has just reached 10,000 catties!

"Over!"

The old man glanced at it and announced the result.

When the warriors around saw this scene, some were envious, and some were indifferent.

The weight of 10,000 catties is just a passing standard, and next, he will face other martial artists, and the strength of these martial artists is at least more than 10,000.

"Name, force!"

The old man held a pen and prepared to write it down.

The young man also reported his name and power.

Soon, another person stepped out and began the test.

As soon as this person appeared, the people around him instantly focused their eyes on him, and their faces couldn't help but show awe.

"It's Tengbei, a disciple of the Teng family!"

"It's him!"

Soon, Tengbei passed the customs, and he left a dazzling data of up to 60,000 catties on the last stone stele.

Everyone looked at him with awe.

It's hard to surpass this number.

"Next!" the old man continued.

Under the gaze of the people around him, Ye Qingyun walked out slowly, he wore a bronze hideous mask, revealing only two eyes that were as black as black gems, and soon, he came to the stone tablet.

"Bone age: twenty-three. ”

"Cultivation: Spirit God Realm Eightfold!"

Then comes the test of strength.

Looking at the stone tablet in front of him, Ye Qingyun smiled faintly and stepped out, at the same time, the spiritual power in his body quietly operated, the spiritual power surged, the arm was slowly raised, and the next moment, a punch blasted out, as fast as the wind.

Boom!

A deep voice rang out, and the entire stele shook.

When people looked around, they found that there was an extremely deep trace left on the stone tablet, a full one meter!

One meter, what does that mean?

This means that Ye Qingyun's strength has reached 100,000 catties!

Everyone looked at this data, and suddenly their eyes were round and round, with an expression of disbelief.

100,000 jin of strength, is this still the power of a human warrior?

Looking at this data, Ye Qingyun shrugged his shoulders, he still used too much force.

It's just that, at this moment, a gloomy serpent-like gaze was condensed on him.

That guy is Tengbei.

Teng Beibei stared at Ye Qingyun unkindly.

Originally, he was a gathering of thousands of rays of light, but at this moment, he felt that these rays were leaving him one by one, and then rushed into the man with the bronze hideous mask.

Tengbei is an extremely jealous person.

Especially in this case.

"Brute force alone is useless!You're just a puppet!" Tengbei looked at Ye Qingyun and smiled indifferently.

Ye Qingyun ignored this.

The old man asked, "Name, force!"

"Name Demon. ”

"The Demon Gate of Force!"

After saying this, Ye Qingyun turned around and left.

It's just that his words were like a stone sinking into the sea, which instantly caused a strong reaction from the people around him!

"What? What did he say?"

"His power is the Demon Gate, hasn't the Demon Gate been renamed the Black Wind Gate?"

"Who is this guy? How dare you claim to be from the Demon Gate? Isn't this a slap in the face?"

Countless people looked at the emaciated figure who walked down the steps.

"Demon Gate?"

When Tengbei heard this, his eyes sharpened slightly, and suddenly, he took a step and jumped in front of Ye Qingyun.

"Sneaky, take your mask off!"

Ye Qingyun turned a blind eye and took a step directly.

Seeing this, Tengbei quickly showed a touch of anger on his face, snorted coldly a few times, his right hand became a claw, like a poisonous snake, and the next moment, his body trembled, like a poisonous snake spitting out a snake letter and bursting away in the direction of Ye Qingyun!

For the fierce attack of Tengbei.

Ye Qingyun turned around and slapped it with one palm!

Rumble!

The terrifying forces collided directly in the next moment.

I saw Tengbei's body trembling and retreating a few steps, while Ye Qingyun's figure advanced quickly under this force, and in a moment, it disappeared from everyone's eyes.

"You're lucky!"

Although Tengbei said this, the hand in the cuff trembled slightly, obviously, under the handover just now, he was at a disadvantage.

Looking at this scene, the people around him became more interested in Ye Qingyun's identity.

"Next!"

The old man glanced ahead slightly, then stopped looking and continued his work.

Soon, someone stepped forward and began testing.

At the same time, an emaciated figure stood above the city wall, the man bowing his head and taking in what had happened before.

"The person who claims to be the Demon Gate? In this world, there are not many young people who can go against me, and they have revealed their identities so quickly?"

The man was dressed in a blue robe, with evil on his eyebrows.

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