Wu Que stood behind the yellow line of the assessment with a Ruyi longbow in his hand, and looked at the test stele under the nine-legged tripod in a daze, and there was no movement for a long time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this time, the primary selection of the other groups has basically ended, and the host of Wu Que's group, waiting left and right, seeing that Wu Que has not started the test, said impatiently: "Hey, I said that you are unpredictable? In half an hour, the final of the big competition will be held, if you delay any longer, I can directly sentence you to abstain." ”

Ren Qingluan also shouted loudly: "Xiao Que, don't worry, Senior Brother and I have already entered the finals, just do your best." ”

Wu Que turned his head to look at Ren Qingluan, and suddenly asked, "Qingluan, how did you use that thorn anchor arrow?"

The people around them were all stunned.

The host looked at Wu Que in surprise, and thought to himself: This guy has been grinding, could it be that he has no confidence in his strongest blow, so he wants to change his moves?

Ren Qingluan heard Wu Que's abrupt question, and replied in surprise: "Xiao Que, the Piercing Anchor Arrow is my unique anchor attack move of the jade flute, you just need to use your own anchor move to test it." ”

Wu Que shook his head and said, "I don't know how to anchor moves. Can you teach me that trick to shoot an anchor arrow?"

"Huh!?" Ren Qingluan couldn't believe his ears, his mouth was open enough to fit into a big fist.

"Poof, poof...", all the people around him collapsed, and in the blink of an eye, they burst into laughter.

The host held back a laugh and said to Wu Que: "This contestant, we are here in the Divine Furnace Square of the Spirit Weapon Competition, not the Missionary Square in your Yuanwang City. If you haven't learned any anchor moves, you'll have to abstain. ”

Wu Que hurriedly argued: "I learn very quickly. Besides, in the primary election rules, it doesn't say that you can't study now, right?"

The host was suddenly choked by Wu Que: "You, you...... Okay, I'll give you Baixi study time. After 100 breaths, if you don't test it again, I will sentence you to abstain directly. ”

As soon as the host's voice fell, the audience around them immediately began to count down to the hundred breaths: "One hundred, ninety-nine ......"

The phantom on the spectator seat couldn't help but pull Zhang Xue's arm, and asked anxiously: "Sister Xue'er, do you say that Brother Wu Que can pass the primary election of this group?"

Zhang Xue patted the phantom on the shoulder and did not speak.

Wu Que beckoned to Ren Qingluan again and again.

Ren Qingluan had no choice, jumped over, came to Wu Que's side, attached it to his ear, and quickly recited the mantra for launching the Anchor Sword:

"Take the anchor as the bow, and the thought as the arrow, and the mind from the anchor, and the arrow from the bow...... Break the thought and send out the arrow, and enter the sea like lightning. ”

After Ren Qingluan finished reciting the mantra, the audience's countdown was about to end: "Ten, nine, eight, seven......"

Ren Qingluan originally wanted to explain in detail, but when he heard that he had counted down to seven, he could only shake his head helplessly and give up, and took a few steps back.

The host, dressed in a yellow robe, looked at Wu Que with a smile, raised his right hand high, and waited for the audience to end the countdown, and Wu Que was to be sentenced to abstain.

"Four, three......"

In the countdown of the audience, Wu Que raised his left hand and suddenly raised the Ruyi longbow in his hand, and at the same time put his right hand on the bowstring of the longbow.

"Two, one!"

The countdown to 100 interest is over.

Wu Que suddenly pulled the bowstring with his right hand, and a pale red long arrow suddenly flashed in the bowstring.

The audience and the host all opened their eyes wide, staring at the anchor arrow that appeared on Wu Que's bowstring in a daze.

"Hahahaha......" Crazy laughter suddenly sounded, and the audience could no longer control their emotions, and wild laughter gushed out.

The host also bent down with a smile, stretched out his hand to point at Wu Que, and said, "Haha, you, you ......"

It turned out that although Wu Que successfully condensed the thorn anchor arrow, this thorn anchor arrow was a light red anchor arrow that was not even a grade, how could this not make everyone laugh and break their bellies?

People in the other areas heard the crazy laughter here, and they didn't know what was going on, and they all rushed to this side with curiosity.

Ren Feiyun and Ren Tianwu didn't expect Wu Que's cultivation to be so weak, and they looked at each other in embarrassment.

Wu Que ignored everyone's ridicule, held the bow in his left hand, pulled the string with his right hand, held his breath and concentrated, and continued to gather momentum.

"Hey, his anchor arrow is improving!" An audience member shouted loudly as he pointed to the pale red thorn anchor arrow on Wu Que's longbow.

Sure enough, Wu Que's pale red thorn anchor arrow gradually turned bright red, crimson, and then turned orange.

Everyone's laughter gradually stopped, and all of them had surprised expressions on their faces, and they all thought to themselves: Could it be that this kid is really learning to use anchor force for the first time? If this is the case, then the speed of his learning is inevitably too fast!

The thorn anchor arrow condensed by Wu Que turned yellow again under the gaze of everyone's suspicious gaze, and finally stopped on the dark yellow.

Wu Que gathered all his thoughts, wanting to raise this piercing anchor arrow again.

The Anchor Arrow shone brightly, and there seemed to be a hint of green in the yellow.

Everyone opened their eyes wide and stared closely at the thorn anchor arrow in Wu Que's hand: that trace of green, in a trance, could not continue to improve.

The audience all subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief: this kid has been chattering for a long time, and it turns out that it is just a three-grade anchor force!

The three-grade anchor power is an extremely ordinary level, and this kind of cultivation can also be sent out to participate in the spiritual weapon competition of the Divine Furnace Palace, and it can only be said that there is really no one in Yuanwang City.

Wu Que's Sanyang Anchor has been tightened to the extreme, and the Piercing Anchor Arrow still hasn't seen any improvement.

So Wu Que loosened his right hand, his mind was like a knife, and he broke off his arrow.

"Shhhhh

"Bang!" the bolt arrow made a startling loud bang after hitting the test stele, and then disappeared in a flash.

The light rose from the small stone pillar on the left side of the top of the test stele, and it was no surprise that the small stone pillar was a yellow light, which meant that the thorn anchor arrow shot by Wu Que was indeed within the range of the three-grade anchor force.

At the same time, on the small stone pillar on the right side of the top of the test stele, there was no flash of light: Wu Que's thorn anchor arrow was a pure anchor arrow, without any spiritual power attack, and the small stone pillar measuring spiritual power naturally did not have any changes.

Seeing this result, the audience shook their heads and smiled, got up and prepared to leave.

Phantom and Zhang Xue also got up gloomily, preparing to walk towards Wu Que's side.

According to the requirements of the preliminary selection rules, the group moderator is required to record the detailed total score of each participating practitioner.

Therefore, the round-faced host in a yellow robe turned his head to look at the small stone pillar on the test stele, and at the same time loudly announced the results of Wu Que's first primary selection test: "The total results of Wu Que's first group primary election in Yuanwangcheng are: three grades, three grades...... Hey, why is it that the anchor force of the yellow three-rank points to the nine-grade white scale mark? Could it be that this test stele is broken?" )