"That's amazing!"

"I'm afraid this Zhu Chongtian can be the captain of this wood!"

For a moment, these warriors were amazed one by one.

Because this is the position of a person who began to participate in the assessment of the Shura Blood Armor Army today, and his strength is close to success.

"Brother, give me your identity tag!"

The Sergeant of the Shura Army took a black sign from the hand of the sergeant next to him, and there was only one name on the front of the sign.

"Zhu Chongtian. ”

After logging in, he smiled and threw the sign to Zhu Chongtian: "Brother Zhu, you are almost equivalent to the peak strength of a martial artist, although you can't compete for the centurion, but the position of the captain of the Black Armor Blood Armor Army, Brother Zhu, you are completely sure!"

"Hey...... Is that. ”

After saying this, Zhu Chongtian picked up the meteor hammer, took the sign and walked aside.

Ye Feng stood in the crowd and watched as they entered the assessment one by one, and it didn't take long for an hour to pass.

"Get out of the way, I'll come!"

At this time, a loud shout fell, and a middle-aged man with a red tiger skin wrapped in his body walked up.

"Drink!"

At that moment, both hands suddenly exerted force, and the spiritual power was operated on both arms.

The whole person was like an iron tower, and his hands steadily raised the spiritual pillar.

An orange light lit up all of a sudden, and it didn't stop until it was about three thousand catties. ”

"Drink!"

The middle-aged man's whole body was shocked, and a loud shout fell, and then he raised it.

"Good!"

"What a man."

Suddenly, there was a cheer all around, and the middle-aged monk also laughed loudly and put down the spirit pillar in his hand.

"Name, age!"

The Shura army took a token from the side.

"Wu Bufan!16!" the young man began.

"Sixteen?"

"At the age of sixteen, there is a martial artist level seven?

"Where did you get such a boy, so powerful?"

The surrounding group of warriors was shocked, most of them who joined the Black Armor Army were over twenty years old, and they were generally strong and very old.

Ye Feng also glanced at this "Wu Bufan" with a little surprise.

"Sixteen, isn't that a little younger than me?"

It's just over the New Year's Festival, and after the New Year's Festival, Ye Feng is already seventeen years old.

"Wu Bufan!"

The one who was really in charge of the assessment was a middle-aged man with a bearish body, and he had been silently watching the entrance assessment to the sect.

At only sixteen years old, he was extraordinary, which also made him look at it a few more times in surprise.

"With such strength at a young age, he is a good seedling!"

"But big brother, there have been no martial master-level masters so far, and there are not many masters who have come to join the Shura Army this time......"

"It's only been an hour, don't worry, the masters haven't come out yet......"

The indifferent voice sounded not far from in front of Ye Feng.

Ye Feng glanced at it lightly, and it was a middle-aged man in his thirties who spoke, this person looked like a leopard, his body was very strong, and he was carrying a blood knife that was more than half a person tall behind him.

When Ye Feng saw this person, he couldn't help but move in his heart: "It's him!"

Early this morning, Ye Feng had met this person, and remembered that he was with this person, and there were a few others.

"This man is a great master!"

Ye Feng's eyes froze, and he made a judgment at the moment.

"Get out of the way!"

Ye Feng turned his head and saw that the middle-aged man squeezed the two warriors in front of him, and then entered a clearing first.

"Who squeezes Lao Tzu ......"

Several of the warriors who were squeezed out of the way, one of them was even more furious, and his mouth was about to scold.

However, as soon as he saw the blood-glittering cold knife on the other party's body, he immediately shut up and didn't dare to say another word.

This man's knife is half as high, and ordinary people can't use such a bloody knife.

The middle-aged man walked straight to the central clearing and walked towards his target......

Until now, he has not yet broken the record of 10,000 catties, showing the strength of the martial arts level!

"He's going to try?"

"It seems that this person is also a ruthless character!"

A group of people around whispered and discussed, but all eyes looked at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man did not put down the hand behind his back, but used his spiritual power and hugged the spiritual pillar at once.

"Drink!"

With a sudden angry shout, the middle-aged boy's arms and tendons burst out.

"Whew!"

A golden streamer rose into the sky, and it didn't stop until it was about 13,000 catties.

Rumble!

After a roar, he put down the spirit pillar in his hand, and the entire earth cracked.

The middle-aged man who was sitting behind the other young disciples of the Shura Army stood up.

"Good job, yellow martial spirit, the strength of the peak of the martial artist, infinitely close to the martial artist! Today, the first peak of the martial artist in the entrance assessment appears! This brother, you have a name, age!"

"Thirty!"

The middle-aged man said indifferently.

"The West Wind is fierce, the people are crazy and the West Wind is fierce, the West Wind that once killed three hundred horse thieves alone overnight?"

The surrounding warriors were suddenly shocked.

"Hey, why is this man here too?"

"Zephyr, aren't there three sworn brothers? He's here, and his brothers are probably here too, right?"

"People are crazy and the west wind is fierce, why did they come to Shura City?"

Some of the warriors whispered.

This Zephyr is a powerful character, but if he faces him, he will definitely win.

"Centurion ......"

Ye Feng just smiled and watched the others conduct the assessment, in the bottom of his heart, this so-called centurion position, Ye Feng is going to decide!

And so it passed, three hours later.

"Everyone!"

The middle-aged man stood up.

"You have to enter the sect in the morning, and it will end before noon, and now it is noon, and there is still half an hour to carry out the sect entrance assessment, please hurry up, otherwise, you can only wait until the afternoon to continue!"

Ye Feng looked up at the sky, it was indeed noon.

"Up to now, there have been seventy-six martial artists at the seventh level, the peak of martial artists, and there is only one ...... Xifeng Lie."

Ye Feng remembered it clearly, and so far, the only ones who caught his attention were the sixteen-year-old Wu Bufan, who was the same age as him, and the three brothers of Xifeng Lie.

Xi Feng Lie himself is the pinnacle of martial artists, and his three brothers are all martial arts level eight or nine strengths.

"This young man walked towards the 10,000-pound boulder!"

"He doesn't want to lift 10,000 catties of boulders too!"

Seeing Ye Feng's direction, a group of people around him suddenly quieted down.

One by one, they focused on Ye Feng.

As soon as the leaf wind appeared, even the west wind was fierce

Among them, there are also three of his brothers who have also seen it.

"Up!"

Ye Feng let out a low shout, and powerful spiritual power surged out from his body and poured into his hands.

Rumble!

A golden streamer with a few green rays lit up above the pillar of light.

"Fifteen thousand pounds!"

Ye Feng didn't have the slightest difficulty in lifting this spirit pillar, and then Ye Feng threw the 10,000-pound boulder aside.

"Haha...... It's another Yellow Martial Soul monk, and the second Martial Artist Peak appeared this morning!"

The middle-aged man laughed loudly.

"Dare to ask this little brother, name and age?"

There was also a commotion among the warriors around, all talking about who this young man was

"Ye Feng!"

Ye Feng smiled and spoke!

"Sixteen!"