Wu Xie saw this, and his heart moved: In order to get a complete inheritance of the exercises, I must participate in the martial arts conference to be held in a few months, if I can really worship under the door of Lord Martial God, I might as well ask Lord Martial God in person to see what secrets are in it, and now don't think about it, so as not to disturb metrics.

It was almost twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Wu Xie turned off the computer and entered the practice room to sit cross-legged on the ground, he needed to make up for the origin energy that was swallowed by the ball through cultivation.

Early the next morning, Wu Xie woke up from his cultivation, and before that, sleep was a must for him, but now it is different, after stimulating his spiritual power, he has the ability to use two minds, and he can solve the problem of sleeping while cultivating, which means that Wu Xie can have more time to cultivate, and surpass the vast majority of martial artists in terms of cultivation progress.

This made Wu Xie more and more curious about his spiritual power, but because his ability was still very lacking, he could only put away his curiosity.

At last night's meeting, Wu Xie arranged work for all the others, but he didn't have any specific division of labor.

On the one hand, it is because Wu Xie doesn't want to be involved in too many things, he is the master of a sect, and he needs to improve his strength as soon as possible to carry the backbone of the Gun Sect.

On the other hand, the martial arts conference will be held in a few months, and Wu Xie wants to seize the time to go to the Shaolin Temple to steal the Golden Bell Jar exercises, which can make him more sure of the martial arts conference, so as to win the opportunity to worship the martial god.

After breakfast, Wu Xie found Liu Xuri and told him that he was going to go on a long trip and that it might take a while to come back, hoping that Liu Xuri would be able to preside over the daily affairs of the Gun Sect.

Since the old injury healed, Liu Xuri is like a different person, he is full of energy every day, not only cultivating hard, but also doing his best in teaching his disciples, in order to help the Gun Sect become stronger as soon as possible, so as to take revenge as soon as possible.

Hearing Wu Xie say that he was going to go far away, Liu Xuri didn't ask anything, but just told Wu Xie to pay attention to safety. In Liu Xuri's opinion, Wu Xie is already the master of a family, and his identity is completely different from before, so he can't interfere too much in his affairs.

After Wu Xie said goodbye to Liu Xu, he said hello to several elders again, and then left the Gun Sect.

At half past eight in the morning, Wu Xie came to the Central Plains Core City Airport, and he bought a ticket to fly to the northern core city where the Shaolin Temple is located.

The current aircraft is completely different from before the outbreak of the World Destroying War, in order to deal with the threat of those powerful flying mutant creatures, the current planes are all cast with super alloys, in order to speed up the flight speed to avoid the attack of flying mutant creatures, the plane can only reduce the size to reduce the weight, so there are very few seats on the plane, plus the captain and flight attendants, the whole plane can only take twenty people at a time.

When the number of passengers decreases, the price of air tickets will naturally increase, and now the price of a ticket is as low as two million earth coins, and people who are not very wealthy will never want to get on a plane for the rest of their lives.

Wu Xie bought a ticket and walked into the waiting hall, on the tarmac outside the glass window, the fuselage of those passenger planes was covered with scars, Wu Xie couldn't help but secretly pray when he saw this: I hope it will be smooth sailing, but don't encounter a flight accident.

Flight accidents are basically caused by flying mutant creatures, and the scars on those passenger planes are the best portrayal, for which Wu Xie can only ask for more blessings.

"Passengers are reminded that Flight 358 to the Northern Core will depart in 15 minutes, please go through the security checkpoint if you have purchased a ticket for this flight. ”

Not long after Wu Xie sat down, the announcement sounded in the waiting hall, and he picked up his outfit and walked to the security channel.

Due to the small number of passengers, the speed of the security check was very fast, and in less than five minutes, Wu Xie boarded the plane.

An hour later, the passenger plane landed safely in the northern core city, and Wu Xie breathed a sigh of relief.

The northern core city was the political center of the entire Chinese empire, and compared with the core city of the Central Plains, it has a more sense of historical precipitation, and the security is more strict, and armed patrol soldiers can be seen everywhere on the streets.

Wu Xie turned on the map function of the satellite locator and went straight to the headquarters of the Shaolin Temple.

Shaolin Temple has a close relationship with the country, Shaolin Temple's first master Kong Xuan is known as the national Arhat, it is said that he secretly helped the country deal with many crises, because of this reason, Shaolin Temple has been strongly supported by the state, and belongs to the most powerful sect in the entire Chinese Empire.

When Wu Xie came to the headquarters of Shaolin Temple, he saw many young men and women gathered here from a distance, he leaned over to inquire, and then he learned that these people were all here to participate in the entrance examination of Shaolin Temple.

"The big faction is good, there is no need to publicize it at all, there are so many people who can choose at their disposal. ”

Wu Xie couldn't help but sigh, he scanned the face image of a beggar on the way here, he had already changed his appearance with a nano disfiguring substance, and he was mixed in the crowd at the moment, and he was not afraid of being discovered.

There were more than a dozen Shaolin Temple disciples at the door to maintain order, and Wu Xie lined up as required, waiting for further arrangements.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, the registration work ended, and the Shaolin Temple issued a number plate to each person who participated in the assessment, and then took everyone into the assessment venue according to the team of every 100 people.

This is a very large playground, after everyone lined up in order, a bald young man spoke: "Now you will be divided into two groups, respectively for speed and strength assessment, the single number of people will first take the speed test, the double number of people will first take the strength test, after passing the first test will be eligible for another assessment, if you fail in the first assessment, then you will be eliminated"

Wu Xie is No. 167, and he followed the other single number people to the speed test point.

The speed test is very simple, that is, let people run a distance of 100 meters, the timer will record the time, and the person who takes less than four seconds will pass the assessment.

"Twenty-five meters per second, this speed is very easy for a martial artist, but it is extremely difficult for ordinary people, which shows that Shaolin Temple has quite high requirements for newcomers. ”

Wu Xie secretly thought about it, and felt that this hard standard was very meaningful, and he wondered if he should set the Gun Sect's apprentice selection criteria like this.

"No. 1 took 4.03 seconds and was eliminated. ”

"No. 3 took 5.17 seconds and was eliminated. ”

"No. 5 took 4.84 seconds and was eliminated. ”

As the assessment progressed, the first ten people were all eliminated, and the pass rate so far was zero, which made all the people who participated in the test look solemn.

Wu Xie was ranked 167th, and by the time he got on the field, there were only two people in front of him who had passed the speed test. (To be continued.) )