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Compared with Yan Xiuzheng, the leader of the palace test, this "On the Water Martial Soul" is suspected of being opportunistic, and the purpose of Zhao Zhe's "Cultivation Experience of the Star Tower", which is the second place in the palace test, is more pure, and it is a summary of Wuhou's experience in cultivating in the Star Tower, which is undoubtedly of great benefit to Wuhou's cultivation in the Star Tower.

Ye Fan planned to enter the Star Tower to cultivate next month, and this piece of writing would undoubtedly benefit him a lot by having a deep understanding of the Star Tower.

And An Liangbo, the third place in the palace test, "Discussion on the Battle Strategies that My Canglan Country Can Adopt in the Millennial War" involves the national policy of Canglan Country, which has little to do with martial arts cultivation, and is a policy essay of the city lord department.

After Ye Fan finished reading these three articles of Wuhou Prisoner's policy, he had a rough idea in his heart.

The first round of questions in the palace examination is to compete with the hard power of all Wuhou supervisors, because the questions in the papers are the same, it is naturally fairer, and the ranking will reflect the comprehensive strength of all candidates.

The key is the second round of the palace examination, and the king asks.

If the monarch wants to solve the question of the Blue Wolf tribe in the Scorching Sun Mountains, I am afraid that all the Wuhou prisoners will not be able to answer it, and they will not be able to do it.

The only thing that candidates can compare with each of them is to write the best essay to determine the final ranking.

The preferred way is to write a limit essay that the Wuhou Prison can achieve his highest achievement, an indisputable super-first-class essay.

The range of Cewen choices is very wide, as long as it is within the scope of the nine major professions of the human race in the Shenwu Continent. If this policy is good and there is nothing to say, then the top three in the palace exam will be fine.

If you really can't write that kind of super-first-class policy. Then you can only do what the monarch likes, and write a policy that will make the monarch happy.

For most of the proud Wuhou prisoners, they disdain to flatter the monarch and write the kind of essays that are purely to please the monarch.

Ye Fan is for the ten-year palace test of Canglan Country. I already have a general impression in mind.

Afterwards, he put the five palace examination questions and the document file back into the jade box and sealed it, and turned around and left the Guozijian Library Pavilion.

Guozijian.

The prison where Ye Fan lives.

There is a multi-storey attic in the courtyard, which is the residence of the Wuhou prisoner. In front of the attic, there is a spacious practice field of more than ten acres.

There is only the Star Tower, a place for martial artists to cultivate in the Guozi Prison, so if the prison has to cultivate on weekdays. It can only be done at the practice ground in your own courtyard.

The ground of this training ground is paved with incomparably hard cyan granite, and there are more than a dozen round dark iron practice piles that are thicker than a buffalo's waist. Next to the training ground, there is a weapon rack, and various mysterious weapons are also placed.

The ten female martial arts attendants who were sent by the Guozijian to serve Ye Fan were standing beside the practice ground from this time, listening to Ye Fan's orders at any time.

On weekdays, they are responsible for tidying up and cleaning the courtyard, handling chores for the prisoners, raising Wuhou's pet beasts, repairing the destroyed practice ground, and so on.

Basically, all the work in the courtyard is done, and there is no need for the inmates to worry about any trivial matters.

Ye Fan returned to the courtyard from the library pavilion. Then he came to the practice ground in the courtyard and began a day of practice.

"Activate! Twenty times gravity!"

As soon as he took a step, the light of the gravity pendant on his waist flashed, and the whole person was shrouded by up to twenty times the gravity, and his body sank slightly, and he immediately suffered a huge gravity.

The extent of this gravity was confined to an extremely narrow range, almost a few inches against his body.

Now he is no longer the thin and thin young martial artist in Luyang Mansion.

The posture is upright, and the spine is like an angry dragon. The muscles are smooth and powerful, and every inch of muscle contains terrifying power.

Don't say a punch. Even the slightest tremor of the skin can shake out the deadly lethality.

Ye Fan, who was under twenty times the gravity, instantly withstood the pressure of two or three thousand catties, which was almost equivalent to the full force of a third-layer master in the early stage of Wuzun.

For the first layer of the Wuhou period, Ye Fan's physical body was enough to withstand such a blow.

But the problem is that Ye Fan needs to withstand this pressure all the time. This means that the muscles of his body are suffering from tempering blows all the time, and he has to withstand the bombardment of more than 100,000 Wuzun early stage masters in a day.

If Ye Fan wanted to grab a thousand-pound Xuantie gun, then this thousand-pound Xuantie Gun was in his hands, no different from a 30,000-pound super-heavy Xuantie Gun.

Ye Fan was not satisfied with cultivating under twenty times the gravity.

Twenty times the pressure, he was able to withstand it for a long time as early as when he was a martial artist. Now he has entered the realm of Wuhou. Not to mention the fact that it's easy to bear.

"Pressurize. Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two. Thirty-one times the gravity, thirty-two times. Forty times the gravity!"

He slowly increased the gravity multiplier to a whopping forty times.

When it reached forty times the gravity, he felt that his body began to tremble slightly, and he moved his whole body, and even raised his hands and feet to feel a heavy pressure like a mountain, and he stopped continuing to increase the pressure of gravity.

Staying under the huge gravity of forty times for a long time, the benefits of continuous tempering of the body are undoubtedly very huge. It's like bringing a moving starfall gravity training room.

Ten martial arts maids stood next to the practice ground, waiting for Ye Fan's orders at any time, while quietly watching Ye Fan's cultivation.

They didn't know that Ye Fan was under forty times the gravity, and it was very strange to see Ye Fan's body become a little stiff, and even raising his hands and feet was very stiff, feeling as if he was imprisoned by something.

Lord Wuhou, what's going on?

Could it be that he was once injured and physically inconvenient?

They were all a little puzzled.

"Lord Wuhou, what weapon do you use? I'll help you get it!"

One of the maids immediately smiled thoughtfully.

"No, don't enter the practice ground, be careful of getting hurt!"

Ye Fan said.

He still can't fully control forty times the gravity, and a random touch will bring fatal damage to these maids in the early stage of the Martial Venerable Realm.

Ye Fan directly waved at the Xuanbing on the weapon rack next to the training ground outside the hundred zhangs, and drank lightly, "Xuantie Sword-!"

A three-hundred-pound black iron sword flew up, and it flew into his hand.

Ye Fan grabbed it, and as soon as the 300 catties of Xuantie Sword came into his hands, it was immediately "weighted" by the gravity field into a 12,000 catties of super-heavy Xuantie Sword.

Ye Fan almost didn't grasp it. Almost with both hands

Hold the hilt of the sword before holding the sword steady.

"Click~Click~!"

But the cyan granite ground under his feet couldn't withstand the terrifying gravity of tens of thousands of catties, and with the soles of his feet as the center, they cracked inch by inch.

Ye Fan held the Xuantie Sword in his hand and strode towards the nearest round Xuantie practice pile.

Wherever he stood, blue granite plates shattered. Even if he has walked very lightly. It's still hard to avoid them shattering.

The faces of the ten maids next to the practice ground suddenly changed greatly.

The cyan granite paved on the ground is the hardest material specially purchased by Guozijian, which is enough to withstand tens of thousands of catties.

Doesn't this mean that Lord Wuhou will bear at least 10,000 catties of weight before he will crush the floor!

In every move, not even the power of the martial soul was exerted, it was such a terrifying power, which was too terrifying.

Ye Fan held the Xuantie Sword in his hand and slashed at the foot-thick Xuantie practice pile on the practice ground.

"Bell!"

The blackiron stake was split, but the darkiron sword also made a crisp sound. The break is cut in two.

"The quality of this material is too low to bear!"

Ye Fan sighed and threw the Xuantie Sword outside the practice ground.

Forty times the gravity field could increase the weight of the Xuantie Sword to more than 12,000 catties, but it still couldn't change its material.

Then, he changed to a dark iron knife and a dark iron spear, and tested the power.

As a result, they all broke after one or two blows in their hands, and they couldn't withstand the strength of the flesh at all. Not to mention the power of the martial spirit.

He's in a quandary right now.

At the beginning, he made a pair of bloody tooth fists. It is mainly used for cultivation, and for him now, it only has the effect of absorbing qi and blood. It can't be used to hit hard at all, otherwise it will shatter at once. The machine cannon is only an auxiliary weapon, and the combat power will also increase.

And the low-level martial venerable level of the mysterious weapon will shatter in one or two moves in his hand.

He has now reached the realm of Wuhou, and he doesn't even have a weapon in his hand.

"It seems that you have to get a third-order mystic weapon that Wuhou can use! However, a handy Xuan soldier can immediately enhance his own combat effectiveness. Otherwise, you can only fight with other martial artists with your bare hands, and you will suffer a little bit. ”

Ye Fan said secretly.

As soon as he thought of his bare hands, Ye Fan suddenly thought of the "Three Flashes" martial arts he had cultivated.

Although it is a martial arts skill. But it is also a powerful combat skill that can be displayed in the flesh. As long as the physical body is tempered, the more terrifying the power of this combat skill becomes.

Flashing punches, flashing legs, flashing steps!

Ye Fan was on the practice ground, and he completely displayed these three tricks.

The fist is clenched, and a blitzkrieg punch is thrown forward! The fist is like a heavy mountain, which can split the sea and sweep away thousands of troops.

The legs are like whips, sweeping and blitzing a leg! The legs are like a dragon going out to sea, setting off a monstrous wave in an instant.

Flashing like a charm, flashing and teleporting one step! Like a crane in the sky, flashing in the floating clouds.

In an instant, Ye Fan's body moved, and the wind and clouds in the hundreds of zhang practice ground surged, and a strong wave of qi rushed towards the surroundings.

The ten maids in the early stage of Wuzun who were a hundred zhang away were almost unsteady on their feet, their faces changed color, and they all fell back hundreds of zhang.

This is no longer the original three-flash martial art.

Every action of Ye Fan contains great power!

This is just the power of using martial arts to imprison the vitality in the body. If the vitality is released, with one punch, the entire courtyard will be destroyed in an instant.

He had already awakened his martial soul, and he could more clearly perceive the surging vitality in his body like a tide, stirring the turmoil of heaven and earth.

As soon as Ye Fan heard this, the surging tide of energy on the practice ground suddenly stopped, and he regained his calmness, as if it had never happened.

Only the shocked expressions on the faces of the ten maids still couldn't calm down. Even if they were all martial artists, they couldn't even withstand the wind and waves swept by Ye Fan's fist.

Ye Fan made three moves, but he was not too addicted, and he couldn't show all his strength.

"Do you know, where in Wangcheng there are good martial marquis-level third-order Xuan soldiers?!"

Ye Fan asked the maids.

"Lord Wuhou, the largest 'Canglan Xuanbing Pavilion' on Wangcheng Street, or the 'Canglan Treasure Pavilion' auction house, may have the Xuanbing you need. ”

The maid hurriedly said. (To be continued.) )