"See? The divine envoy is laughing, smiling at Feng Luo!"

"Didn't you hear? The divine envoy followed Feng Luo to explain the mystery of God, write it down!"

The villagers finally couldn't help it and talked excitedly. There have been many messengers, and everyone has come over to speak a few words, and the villagers can recite them like a stream. Today I laughed for the first time, and I was talking about the mystery of God.

This child brought glory to the village, and made the divine envoy take special care of the silver leaf village. After many years, there will be a divine servant in Tiesong Village again!

Feng Luo on the altar didn't hear the voice below, and he didn't think that a simple move would make him a hero of the village. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Respected Divine Envoy, have I passed the selection?"

The divine envoy didn't expect Feng Luo to be so bold, and dared to joke, and coughed dryly: "Hmm, be serious, the necessary process must be followed." ”

Feng Luo's heart was relieved, and he listened to the meaning of the divine envoy, the selection of the divine envoy was too simple. He has passed and will soon be out of the mountains.

"Chief Guard, assess this child's pulse qi cultivation and do your best!" the divine envoy called out the attendant who had just scolded Feng Luo, "As long as you can stand after five techniques, you will be considered to have passed." ”

The conditions seem simple, but Feng Luo knows how difficult it is. He couldn't see through the level of the attendants, and when the other party released his pulse qi, he felt like a mountain pressing down, almost suffocating!

Although Feng Luo has grown taller, he is still a head short when standing in front of adults. Stronger than the man in black encountered in the mountains and forests. Feng Luo made a judgment and secretly refreshed his vigilance.

The chief of the guard has passed the pulse, pulse stage, and has stayed in the pulse stage for many years. If it weren't for offending others, I wouldn't have been sent to do this boring and oilless errand.

"Chief Guard, I heard that you are very strong, I hope you won't disappoint me!" the divine envoy teased as he stepped back, making Feng Luo, who was already worried, even more distressed, didn't this add fuel to the fire?

"Boy, I hope you'll have the strength to climb down!" the chief of the guard sneered. The gap between the two stages is not suspenseful at all. The soft stick in his hand shook and entered the battle state.

"Your Excellency the Chief of the Guard...... Feng Luo wanted to use his words to defuse the other party's fighting spirit, but the Chief of the Guard was obviously an experienced person, so he made a quick move.

Feng Luo bent down, bounced back, and quickly avoided it. The chief guard's technique failed, and he was a little surprised, but the movements were still continuous.

After three techniques, Feng Luo's knife was knocked away, and he tasted the cracking of the mountain eagle's tiger's mouth. But he was still standing, and had the ability to dodge.

The head of the guard's face turned pale, and according to his expectations, he should have whipped the person away in the third move and landed at the bottom of the steps. Feng Luo's calmness made him even more angry.

The chief of the guard, who didn't want to kill, was really angry!

The pulse was running, the heat was rolling, and the temperature on the altar suddenly rose. The envoy and the others took two steps back, and their expressions became solemn.

The people in the audience stared with bated breath, because there were two more techniques. With only two techniques, Iron Pine Village will have one more Divine Servant!

"Fengluo, count ......" As soon as the mother's voice appeared, she was covered by the village chief.

The village chief said solemnly: "Don't disturb him, this is a critical moment to become a divine servant, and you can't be distracted!"

Feng Luo's mother shook her head with tears in her eyes, but did not speak again. The son is like an eagle, others care whether he flies high or not, only she cares whether her son is tired of flying.

The pulse surged, and the air around the chief guard fluctuated and became a little blurry. As if the sun was scorching the altar, the onlookers retreated again.

Feng Luo was already under a lot of pressure, and it seemed that a waterfall was rushing down, wave after wave, trying to squash him.

The chief guard moved, and the man rose and fell like a wave of water. seemed to be standing still, but Feng Luo felt that the other party had already arrived somewhere else. I can't judge with my senses, so I have to guess.

Feng Luo chose to rush forward, into the descending tiger like a tiger, towards the place where the guard chief stood.

"Whew!"

Where Feng Luo had been standing, the shadow of the stick flickered, and the chief of the guard appeared. But he didn't stop, spun along the way, and surged towards Fengluo: "Heat wave three stacks!"

By announcing the name of the technique, you are showing respect to your opponent. If Feng Luo had dodged in other directions just now, he would have been beaten. Only the most unlikely front, there was a trace of gap, and he caught it.

The heat wave is a trick of the chief of the guard. One stack is the most violent, and then slows down slightly, but because the opponent is stunned by the first blow, the back is similar to falling into a well.

Feng Luo dodged the first kill, and the second time he was powerless to dodge. Hearing the voice of the chief guard, he didn't even think about it, and fell forward, kicking his legs back. He saw the donkeys in the village lose their temper and did just that.

The guard's stick missed, and he was kicked twice in the stomach, and he actually rose off the ground. It was the first time he had been hit, and he was so embarrassed. The villagers in the audience couldn't help but shouted "yes", but were stopped by the village chief with his eyes.

Helplessly, Feng Luo's level was too different, and he tried his best to just kick the person away a little, but he couldn't hit him hard. If it was a normal fight, the chief guard would have stopped, but not this time.

Qiangyun's pulsed pulse, in the air, still continued to stack for the third time. Feng Luo used up most of his pulse qi, and he couldn't recover, and he only had time to turn over and stand up with the strength of **, and he couldn't dodge.

"Bang!"

Feng Luo received a heavy blow to the chest, flew backwards, and smashed the edge of his body!

"Feng Luo, my child, let me go!" Feng Luo's mother cried and rushed up, but was stopped by the villagers next to her. The assessment is not over, and they must wait for the oracle to announce the results.

"You should feel honored to have hurt me at such a low level. "The chief of the guard didn't gather all his strength, his strength was not enough to kill Feng Luo, but he was seriously injured.

"Ahem, poof......" Feng Luo coughed, spurting blood. The ribs in his chest were broken at least three times, and one of them may have been broken into three.

The head of the guard shook his head and turned around, and walked towards the divine envoy: "Divine envoy, is it over, I need to take a rest, and let the others do the rest of the assessment." ”

The oracle shook his head and gestured behind him. The head of the guard turned his head suspiciously, and found Feng Luo staggering to his feet.

"One more time!" Feng Luo wiped the blood from his mouth and cracked his mouth into a smile.

"Come down, mom please!" Feng Luo's mother pleaded.

"Mom, don't persuade me. I will definitely become a servant of the gods and let you live a good life!" Feng Luo said firmly, turning to the chief of the guard and saying, "Go on!"

The head of the guard had his lips closed, and his gaze was solemn. He knew the weight of his shot, and that blow could break the child's bones and rupture his internal organs, even if it wasn't with all his might.

"You're a strong warrior! I'll spare your life, but I won't give you a chance to stand!" the Captain of the Guard's expression was complicated, with respect for Feng Luo on an equal footing, but also with some cruelty.

The chief guard moved, and while trying to control the injury, he couldn't adjust the arterial qi with all his might, but he felt that it was enough. The stick carried a violent sound of the wind, blowing the wind and making the hair flutter.

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