In the martial arts training school of Luyang Mansion, there were five chief examiners and dozens of auxiliary examiners invigilating the exam together. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 They will personally evaluate each candidate's martial arts strength, including martial arts cultivation and martial arts level.

There are five teams of candidates taking the exam at the same time, so the speed of the assessment is not slow.

The assessment team continued to move forward, and it was about to be the turn of Ye Fan, Zhao Xing and others.

Zhao Xing's eyes turned a few times slyly, and said with a smile, "Ye Fan, it's too boring for us to take an assessment like this, why don't we play something interesting." Let's take a gamble?"

"Oh, how do you bet?"

Ye Fan frowned.

didn't want to deal with Zhao Xing, but Zhao Xing's fly always jumped out and buzzed next to him, and he couldn't wait to slap Zhao Xing away.

"Let's make a bet, wait a minute, whoever gets the examiner's martial arts department score higher! Whoever loses, learn to bark in public! Of course, if you think you are a coward and don't want to gamble, I won't force you. Everyone said yes or no!"

There was a touch of abuse on the corner of Zhao Xing's mouth, he squinted and smiled, and said to several followers around him.

"That's it!"

"Ye Fan, you were so majestic in the class yesterday, you won't suddenly become cowardly at this time!"

"You can compare with Brother Xing, let us also see your 'superb' basic martial arts. ”

Several of the surrounding martial artists were excitedly clamoring, lest Ye Fan was unwilling to gamble.

Ye Fan hesitated for a moment, and asked in his heart to the ancient book "Death", "Death, should I bet with him?"

"Bet, if you start the 'Martial God Martial Arts' in a while, will you still lose to such a second-layer warrior waste?

Yan said disdainfully, obviously disapproving of Zhao Xing.

"Good!"

Ye Fan agreed in a deep voice.

He didn't have much in his heart, how effective the 'Martial God Performing Martial Arts' in "Death" could be.

But since he was completely sure, he gambled on it.

"Silence-! It's your turn, get ready for the test!"

In front of the examination table in front of the line, several examiners sat upright, and one of them stared at him.

Their group of young martial artists were suddenly silent and did not dare to speak indiscriminately.

"Zhao Xing, it's your turn. ”

"In!"

"I'm going to let you see what it means to be a superb mid-level sword skill!"

Zhao Xing laughed at all the martial artists.

Holding a long sword, he proudly stepped into the assessment area in front of him, bowed to the five chief and deputy examiners, and said in high spirits, "Student Nanchen Martial Arts Academy Zhao Xing, I have seen several examiners!"

The five examiners nodded in satisfaction.

Zhao Xing is a second-layer martial artist, with a burly figure, good bones, and vigorous qi and blood, and is a good martial arts seedling. With calluses on his hands and diligent cultivation of martial arts, it seems that his sword skills should be good.

The chief examiner, Zhao Yiming, showed a kind smile.

The side branch disciple of the Zhao clan of Luyang Mansion, how could he not know it.

Wait for a few more points.

After a brief introduction to himself, Zhao Xing first split a six-inch thick hardwood stake with one hand, and then began to demonstrate his martial arts.

"Intermediate Sword Technique 'Thirteen Swords of the Oblique Moon'!"

Zhao Xing stood still, snorted, and his momentum suddenly changed, and the whole person was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, exuding a sharp aura.

The surrounding young martial artists were shocked, and they all felt a chill of the sword edge approaching, and they all retreated a few steps to avoid being injured by the sharp qi.

"The first type, Jiaolong Wangyue!"

Zhao Xing held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and suddenly raised the tip of the sword.

A sword stabbed out, and the move was like a dragon out of the water, looking up at the moon in the sky.

A bit of cold light shone on the tip of the sword, and the sharp qi almost came out of the sword.

"Well, that's good!"

Many examiners looked at each other frequently and nodded appreciatively.

Zhao Xing's move, cultivated to the realm of pure love like fire, is very good.

"Brother Xing is good at swordsmanship!"

"As soon as this mid-level swordsmanship came out, it was really powerful, not only full of fighting spirit, but also a tricky and ruthless move, which was completely unexpected by the enemy. ”

"Zhao Xing is worthy of being a member of the Zhao family in Luyang Mansion, even if it is a side branch, it should not be underestimated!"

When the dozens of young martial artists around saw this scene, they all exclaimed, revealing envy.

Young martial arts students in the junior martial arts academy can generally only learn basic martial arts and elementary martial arts.

Only a very small number of martial artists from wealthy families have the money to buy mid-to-high-level martial arts runes and learn middle-level and high-level martial arts.

In terms of power, mid-level martial arts are naturally far superior to primary and basic martial arts.

Zhao Xing heard the screams and envy around him, and he was greatly encouraged and his spirits were greatly lifted. His strength is quite outstanding among all the teenagers, and there is no need to be secretly self-defeating.

A series of exquisite sword moves, like flowing water, are displayed with gorgeous moves and extremely sharp.

This set of swordsmanship attracted the attention of more martial artists around to watch the sword skills in display.

Until the seventh form of the sword technique, "Cold Star Chasing the Moon", Zhao Xing's strength has been exerted to the maximum limit. A sword stabbed out with all his might, but he couldn't hold it back, and the sword almost came out of his hand.

Many martial artists who were in the same class as Zhao Xing were secretly surprised when they saw this scene, it seemed that what Ye Fan said was really good, there was indeed a little problem with Zhao Xing's swordsmanship cultivation.

"It's a pity!"

The chief examiner, Zhao Yiming, sighed and shook his head secretly.

Zhao Xing blushed a little and panted, put away his sword, calmed down the energy that was almost boiling in his body, and stopped.

Several examiners whispered to each other for a while, and then made a score: "Zhao Xing of Nanchen Martial Academy, the various scores are as follows, the cultivation is two hundred points, and the sword skill is sixty-nine points. The total score of the martial arts department assessment: 269 points!"

"Brother Xing is amazing!"

"Congratulations to Brother Xing, with such a one-handed swordsmanship, he was admitted to the martial arts department of the palace, it was an easy thing!"

"The martial arts score is actually as high as sixty-nine! If my martial arts can reach sixty, thank God. ”

Some of the surrounding martial artists were all applauded, and they were extremely excited to see it, and they applauded one after another.

The rules of the martial arts department assessment of the Luyang Mansion are very simple. The total score is the score plus the martial arts score.

To judge the cultivation of a warrior, look directly at the splitting stakes.

The first layer of martial artists, with a strength of about 100 catties, can split a three-inch thick hardwood with one hand. The second layer of the warrior is about 200 catties, and it can split the hardwood of the six villages with one hand. By analogy, the ninth layer of the martial artist can have as much as nine hundred catties of terrifying energy, and can split two or seven inches of thick hardwood with one hand, which is enough to bombard a fierce tiger and a wild bull.

The first level of cultivation for martial artists is 100 points, and each level of cultivation increases by 100 points.

Zhao Xing's strength is 200 catties, reaching the second level of martial arts, so it is 200 points.

The scoring of martial arts moves is more complicated, mainly based on the cultivation realm, which is divided into ten realms.

Any number of martial arts are fine, and the martial arts score can be accumulated.

However, each one must reach the sixth realm, and sixty points or more will be counted as the cumulative martial arts score.

It is extremely difficult for any martial art to get a high score of more than sixty.

Candidates can generally only practice one martial art.

A few geniuses can cultivate two at the same time. How to maximize the score is up to the candidates themselves to weigh the pros and cons.

Zhao Xing's sixty-nine points of sword skill is by no means low.

"Thank you, examiners!"

Zhao Xing's face was ruddy and refreshed.

He is also very satisfied with this score.

Today, he didn't play abnormally because of nervousness, but he played his strength steadily, but unfortunately the seventh sword still couldn't be controlled, and the score was lowered.

However, the total score of the martial arts department was 267 points, which was enough for him to be admitted to the martial arts department of Luyang Mansion.

"Ye Fan, it's your turn to take the test!"

Zhao Xing was triumphant, turned his head to look at Ye Fan playfully, and then lowered his voice and sneered, "Remember the gambling contract we made, if your score is not as high as mine, but you have to learn to bark in front of everyone!"

"Brother Xing, Ye Fan, this kid is a talented martial artist, and his cultivation points are directly one hundred points less than yours. The martial arts score can't reach sixty points. What else does he need to compare? Learn how to bark a dog!"

Several of Zhao Xing's followers laughed and began to laugh one by one.

Of course, Ye Fan knew that he had cultivated to the first level of a talented martial artist, and his total score was a hundred points lower than Zhao Xing at the beginning, and his face was not very good.

He must face this joint examination of the top ten martial arts.

Cheng, then jumped up and continued to stride towards the higher peak of martial arts.

defeated, he sank to dust and became a mediocre citizen in Luyang Mansion.

Ye Fan tidied up his clothes, walked into the assessment area empty-handed, looked at the five government examiners, and greeted the moment of his fate.

The five middle-aged examiners of the government sat in a row, and restrained their warm smiles that only a child of a big clan like Zhao Xing had.

They were expressionless, majestic and cold.

Holding the evaluation pen, staring at Ye Fan with harsh and critical eyes, trying to find out every slightest fault in Ye Fan's body, and ruthlessly deducting points - selecting the five hundred best from thousands of candidates, the assessment requirements are naturally extremely strict.

They were like five towering mountains, blocking in front of them, blocking the path of Ye Fan's martial arts.

At this moment, Ye Fan felt an unprecedented huge pressure, which made him almost out of breath.

Only then did he understand why so many young martial artists were trembling in front of the examiners, looking confused, and playing abnormally.

Countless young martial artists sprinted towards the mountains, trying to conquer these five mountains, but they all fell in front of these five mountains.

Only by conquering the harsh and critical gaze of these five examiners can it be possible to enter the Luyang Mansion and enter a broader world.

Ye Fan had never dared to hope that he would have the opportunity to cross this huge hurdle.

But today, he's going to give it a try.

Ye Fan took a deep breath, calmed down, and arched his hand towards several examiners: "Student, Ye Fan of Nanchen Martial Academy, the first layer of martial arts."

The top ten junior martial arts academies in Luyang Mansion must reach the first level of martial arts in order to be admitted.

"Okay! You're a martial artist, and you don't have to split a stake. Let's get straight to the martial arts showcase. ”

An examiner was not interested in listening to Ye Fan's more introduction, so he directly interrupted and asked, "What is the martial art you want to show?"

"Basic Triathlon!"

Ye Fan said immediately.

The three basic martial arts refer to the "Basic Fist Method", "Basic Leg Method", and "Basic Footwork", a total of three basic martial arts.

Because these three are the introductory martial arts that all martial artists must practice, martial artists often practice them at the same time, and they are collectively known as the basic three martial arts.

"Basic three martial arts, you can't perform a set of primary martial arts?"

The examiner frowned.

Theoretically, candidates can use any martial art, but the "Basic Three" is an entry-level martial art, and martial arts students will not practice again after a year or two at most.

Apply for the top ten junior martial arts academies in Luyang Mansion, and it's okay to use this kind of martial arts. But now it is to be promoted to Luyang Mansion, this is a high-level martial arts academy, and then using this entry-level martial art is obviously very anachronistic, and it lacks the value of judging the level of martial arts.

"However, I can only use basic martial arts!"

Ye Fan's face was slightly red, and he was a little ashamed of himself.

In the three years of Nanchen Martial Academy, he only cultivated basic martial arts. If the foundation is not firm, forcibly cultivating a more difficult beginner-level martial art, you can only draw a tiger and not become an anti-dog. He still understands this truth.

"What? I can only use basic martial arts, why do you still come to the Imperial Academy?"

"The martial arts students of Nanchen Martial Academy, one of the top ten martial arts academies in Luyang Mansion, can only enter the basic martial arts, which is really embarrassing and conspicuous. ”

Suddenly, the young martial artists who were watching around burst into laughter, looking at Ye Fan's gaze as if they were looking at an idiot.

Zhao Xing, Jiang Weiyun and the others all looked at Ye Fan with mockery on their faces.

The five examiners were also disappointed.

"Then you start!"

"No wonder the Nanchen Martial Academy has become weaker and weaker over the years. Such a bad martial artist also has the face to apply for the entrance examination, what a waste of time!"

"Master Zhao, it will be my nephew Jiang Weiyun's turn to take the exam in a while, wait a little longer. ”

"Well said! I have always been impartial and selfless, and I will never miss a good seedling. ”

They each slouched, drank a cup of tea to moisten their throats, chatted in a low voice, and didn't look at Ye Fan anymore.

Ye Fan was very angry, his hands were clenched, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

Even if he is weak, you can't despise him like this!

This is true of all the young martial artists, and so are these examiners.

"What's the matter, you still can't take the test!"

The chief examiner Zhao Yiming said impatiently.

"Death, start the 'martial arts'!" "Basic Three"!'

Ye Fan held back the anger in his heart and took a step forward.

Since they look down on him, let them see what the real "Basic Three" martial arts are, the super strong realm.

The moment you step out.

Ye Fan's whole person's momentum has completely changed.

It became extremely quiet, as quiet as a statue that stood proudly for thousands of years.

His gaze became deep and ethereal, as if he was alone on the top of a mountain, looking at the distant sky.

The sky in the distance also changed, and all the light gathered on Ye Fan at this moment.

On this huge martial arts training ground, only he is there, and only he is performing martial arts.

No one else can snatch any of his light!

This step out.

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color.

All the young martial artists in the group, and the examiners in all the groups, were all shocked, looking at Ye Fan deadly, stiffening and unable to turn their heads.

The people who saw Ye Fan take that step were all stunned.

This martial art has just begun, and the strong overflowing aura actually attracts the entire examination room!