Chapter Twenty-Three: Eight Lines!
The spirit tablet trembled with a bang.
The spirit tablet suddenly lit up with a brilliant golden light, that kind of golden light was like the moon in the dark night, the golden light was so full of golden light, and even dimmed everything around it.
Boom Boom!
In the golden rays, spiritual power surged, as if there was an ancient dragon hidden in it, galloping and flying.
"What a dazzling golden light. In the crowd, some people couldn't stand the golden light on the spirit tablet and covered their eyes. Exclaimed.
Jin Mang is like a sharp arrow rushing straight at the spirit measuring monument.
In the incredible gaze of everyone, the golden mang is rising rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, six golden patterns had already lit up on the spirit measuring tablet, which was already on the same level as Qin Xueruo's spiritual power perception.
Qin Ba, Second Elder, Qin Xueruo was dumbfounded.
It turns out that Jun Han's talent has never been a step back with the abolition of the martial arts, how was Jun Han in the past, and Jun Han is still now, or even stronger!
The scary thing is that the golden mangs have not stopped rising.
The seventh golden streak lit up.
The entire martial arts training ground was silent, and those young martial artists who had just spoken out to mock Jun Han couldn't help but feel that their faces were hot, as if they had been slapped hard.
Jun Han surpassed Qin Xueruo!
And when the eighth golden vein flickered, everyone already felt that they were dreaming, how could the waste Jun Han have the spiritual power perception of the eight veins!
Could it be that the spirit monument has been tampered with?
Everyone has already faintly realized that this matter is by no means so simple, it must be Jun Han who used other means!
Jun Han looked at the golden veins lit up on the spirit measuring tablet.
On the spirit measuring tablet, the ninth golden rune is lingering with a halo, wrapped in spiritual power, as long as Jun Han injects a little spiritual power into it, it can make the ninth rune shine.
At this moment, Jun Han smiled indifferently, suppressed the surging spiritual power in his body, and pressed nearly seventy percent of the spiritual power back into his body.
"That's pretty much enough!"
Jun Han withdrew his spiritual power, and the ninth rune dimmed, leaving only the eight-pattern golden mangs on the spirit measuring tablet.
This time for the spirit measurement, Jun Han only used thirty percent of his spiritual power.
Thirty percent of the spiritual power has reached the terrifying level of the eight lines, if Jun Han goes all out, wouldn't he want to blow up the spirit measuring tablet?
"Qin Xueruo, can you see the gap between us?" Jun Han looked at Qin Xueruo, and a faint voice spread.
Qin Xueruo was like being hit by a thunderbolt, her body trembled, she couldn't figure it out, Jun Han he had just awakened a one-star martial vein, how could he have the spiritual power perception of eight patterns!
This is absolutely not true!
Qin Xueruo looked at Lin Shan, took a few steps forward, and said respectfully: "Uncle Lin, I suspect that there is something wrong with the Spirit Measuring Tablet, Jun Han is a waste, and it is impossible to have the spiritual power perception of the Eight Patterns." ”
The young warriors around nodded their heads.
"That's right, there must be something wrong with the spirit measuring tablet. ”
"Yes, Jun Han is the number one waste in Qingyang City, and he will have the perception of eight patterns of spiritual power?"
The surrounding martial artists spoke out one after another, they were all excellent martial artists of the Qin family in the past, how could they bear Jun Han stepping on their heads?
"Please ask Senior Lin to check the Spirit Monument!"
"Please ask Senior Lin to check the Spirit Monument!"
"Please ask Senior Lin to check the Spirit Monument!"
......
The warriors in the audience all said in unison, and their voices were shocking.
Lin Shan couldn't say anything more when he saw this scene, and walked straight to the Spirit Measuring Monument, ready to find out.
Qin Xueruo glanced at Jun Han lightly, and said softly: "Jun Han, your trick is about to be discovered. ”
Jun Han smiled and asked rhetorically, "Really?"
"No problem!" Lin Shan carefully inspected the Soul Measuring Tablet, turned around and said loudly.
No problem!
When these four big words entered the ears of those young martial artists in Qingyang City, they thought they had heard it wrong.
In other words, Jun Han's spiritual power perception really has eight patterns?
"What...... Qin Xueruo's eyes bulged out, her face was shocked, remembering what she had just said, Qin Xueruo felt that her face was hot.
On the high platform, the faces of everyone in the Qin family changed again and again, because Jun Han, who had the perception of the eight-pattern spiritual power, had faintly overwhelmed Qin Xueruo, who was supposed to be the protagonist!
You must know that the main purpose of the Qin family taking over this big competition is to let Qin Xueruo enter the Martial Spirit Temple.
The Qin family has worked hard for so many years, at this time, how could they feel good when Jun Han came out halfway like this.
The second elder said word by word: "This damn boy, I will kill him one day sooner or later!"
Qin Ba's face became more and more ugly, and he glanced at the second elder, his eyes were very complicated.
Qin Xueruo didn't expect that Jun Han could still have the eight-pattern spiritual power perception by relying on the one-star martial vein, but in her eyes, Jun Han was still a wasted person!
"Jun Han, even if you have high talent, if you don't have the strength, you still won't be able to enter the Martial Spirit Temple! The next thing to do is the second level of the big competition, I'll see what you use to fight me!" Qin Xueruo was half a foot away from Jun Han, staring at Jun Han's eyes, his tone was still arrogant.
A month ago, Jun Han had only quenched his body eightfold, and Qin Xueruo had already entered the pre-spirit stage of the Yellow Spirit Realm, and after this month's cultivation, Qin Xueruo's strength had improved again.
The second level of Dabi is a strength test, a martial artist cultivates, and strength is a manifestation of strength.
The test of strength is the martial spirit bell.
This bell is quite peculiar, every time the strength of the warrior exceeds 100 catties, the martial spirit bell will make a bell.
"As far as I know, the strongest martial artist in Qingyang City has created an amazing result of forty-five rings in the level of the Martial Spirit Bell, I don't know that today, the little girl can break this record. ”
On the high platform, the second elder said with a smile on his face.
Forty-five bells!
This also means that the power of 4,500 catties!
A martial artist in the Yellow Spirit Realm has a strength of only three thousand catties, and he can hit four thousand five hundred catties, which means that this person's cultivation has reached the peak of the pre-spirit stage of the Yellow Spirit Realm, and even, entering the Yellow Spirit Realm and the middle spirit stage!
"Oh, there are still such characters in Qingyang City?" Lin Shan was slightly surprised, it was not easy to appear such a talented martial artist in such a remote town.
The second elder nodded, pointed at Qin Xueruo in the field and said, "The little girl broke through the Yellow Spirit Realm a few months ago, I don't know, can she surprise me today and break the record of forty-five rings!"
Lin Shan also looked at Qin Xueruo, nodded approvingly, and said, "Xueruo's talent is indeed good......
"Master Donghe! In the crowd under the competition stage, two figures slowly appeared.
They are, Qinglan, Donghe.
"It's just right now!" Donghe said
Big than the second level!
A huge ancient bell more than one person tall stands in the middle of the martial arts platform.
According to the results of the first level, Qing Yunxi, who had the worst score, took the lead, and it was the same 'Cloud Heart Palm Technique', which was exactly the same as the first level, but this time, it was thunder and rain.
Boom Boom Boom!
A thunderous bell rang for a full thirty years.
Because Qing Yunxi's strength is a nine-fold quenching body, it is not easy to be able to make thirty rings, so she didn't say anything and walked off the stage.
Thirty rings is also the standard line of the Martial Spirit Temple, as long as Qing Yunxi's performance in the third level is not too bad, he can barely enter the Martial Spirit Temple.
"I'll try!"
As he spoke, a figure rushed out, like a hard bow, accumulating momentum, rushing out wildly, and blasting towards the martial spirit bell.
"Knock knock knock ......!" the bell vibrated and resounded through the heavens and the earth.
"Knock knock!" ten, twenty, thirty, and after thirty, five more bells rang suddenly.
Thirty-five bells, three thousand five hundred pounds of strength.
Xiao Jian hit thirty-five rings in this level, which was shocking.
"Worthy of being a veteran powerhouse in Qingyang City, Xiao Jian's strength is beyond doubt. "Xiao Jian's reputation spread in Qingyang City very early, and in Qingyang City, there was almost no one who didn't know Xiao Jian's name.
Xiao Jian also proved everyone's guess with his strength, thirty-five rings, amazing terrifying power, you know, he is just a teenager.