Back at the Temple in the evening, everyone was still discussing today's test and tomorrow's battle.

Although the quota of floating dust has not yet been determined, it is even seen that floating dust has no advantage over many people.

But everyone is still very happy, maybe the people living at the bottom are not so demanding, after all, we are all people who beg for food, and the children raised are more capable than most people, so it is worth being happy.

Just like not all parents are looking forward to their sons becoming Jackie Chan, as long as they don't lose to their peers, it's a decent thing.

Fuchen's height is not conspicuous among many teenage contestants, and it can even be said to be below average, because there are even many twelve or thirteen-year-olds who have passed the first two assessments.

Fuchen's body is also very thin, and it looks like a skeleton of bones.

After coming to Dongning City for two years, I lost some weight, not because of nutritional problems, although I am a little beggar now, but I ate much better than ordinary people in the restaurant in the first two years.

Maybe it's because of the heavy heart, so although I eat a lot, I look much thinner.

The inherent concept of ordinary people is that they are not tall and not strong, so how can they fight?

After dinner, Fuchen came to the backyard to continue practicing boxing, and since he came back from Mingjing Temple, he has not stopped every day.

It is still practiced by the "Laifu Restaurant" storyteller and then the old beggar changed the boxing method, the old beggar said that it is called "Called Huazi Boxing".

Fuchen didn't care, who didn't let himself know the three words on the cover of the boxing book.

The old beggar didn't come to teach Fuchen tonight, and he didn't say anything when he came back all the way, Fuchen only felt that he had disappointed the other party.

"It's so hard to waste, and it's still like this, and it's a good thing to be disappointed......"

Fuchen thought in his heart while practicing his fists, and he was extremely guilty, and unconsciously the strength in his hands increased a little.

Unconsciously practiced until the early hours of the morning, and I really didn't have the strength to practice anymore and lay on the ground.

"Are you really not suitable for cultivating immortals......

Fuchen thought in his heart about the results of these three assessments, should he give up the path of cultivating immortals.

However, thinking about the blood feud on his body, he has not found the gold-clothed man, and Chang'an is nowhere to be found, the more he feels that he is so weak in the face of all this, and maybe he will encounter things that he can't do in the future, so what about then......

Thinking about tomorrow's battle assessment and his practice of the basic spells of cultivating immortals during this time, the appearance of "Fire Palm" appeared in his mind, and he thought that maybe he could use it tomorrow......

Thinking about it, he got up, then tied up his horse, made all kinds of preparations, closed his eyes and thought about various steps in his heart, and finally slapped his palm at the air in front of him.

When I opened my eyes, I found that there was no change in front of me, and I shook my head and looked around, but there was no change, but I was very disappointed in my heart.

Instead, I saw the old beggar standing on the steps, and the extinguished flame was lit.

The old beggar was still bent over, holding a cigarette stick behind his back, and his eyes were particularly attentive tonight.

"Old beggar, did I let your hard work go to waste......"

Fuchen looked at the old beggar and said first.

"Nonsense, this counts as hard work, old beggar, if I spend a little effort, what is the little chaotic god mountain, you think of ......"

The old beggar said disdainfully.

"That's good......"

Fuchen replied with a sigh of relief.

"You're going to teach me tonight?"

Fuchen then asked.

"No need to teach...... Keep practicing!"

The old beggar approached and said.

Fuchen didn't know what the old beggar meant when he said that he didn't need to teach it, so he didn't think much about it and continued to practice the "Fire Palm" just now.

Suddenly, the old beggar hit the head of the floating dust with a cigarette stick on the side.

"It's so stupid! What's the use of practicing this thing? It takes so long to make a preparation move, and before I can make a palm, someone will beat me to death......

The old beggar said angrily.

Fuchen had no choice but to touch his head and smirk.

"Go to sleep, tomorrow won't be a big problem......"

The old beggar turned and walked away with his hands behind his back.

"What do you mean by the old beggar?"

Fuchen thought about the old beggar's words, and didn't understand what it meant for a while, and when the old beggar walked up the steps, he asked hurriedly.

"You've been a soldier for two years, and you've practiced boxing in the past few months?"

The old beggar said without looking back.

Hearing the old beggar say this, Fuchen suddenly realized, not to mention how well he practiced boxing, those who have experienced battlefield battles must be better than ordinary people! Besides, he was not a fool in the army at the beginning, and it was not a problem to beat two adults, let alone a few peers.

Thinking of this, I thought of Zhu Fatzi and Zhao Changan, and at that time I felt that even if there were people around Zhu Fatzi, I would not panic, how could I panic in the face of the battle against Chaoshen Mountain today!

Zhao Changan can fight more than a dozen by himself, and he should be about the same......

Thinking of this, it is true that although he looks much weaker than those rich disciples, his actual combat ability is definitely stronger, after all, those two years of soldiers were not in vain.

The next day, Fuchen and the people of the City God Temple came to the square.

"I'll go over first......"

After thinking about it last night, Fuchen is now much calmer in his heart.

"Little black, the key to fighting is to see who is ruthless, and whoever is ruthless will win......"

Niu Dazhuang pulled Fuchen, who was about to go forward, and said bitterly.

"That's the ......"

Before Fuchen could speak, the old beggar continued, and Fuchen nodded in approval.

"Come on ......"

"I must come back with a result......"

"Beat the other side so hard that he didn't even know his parents on the other side......"

When Fuchen left, everyone encouraged him, but although Fuchen didn't look back, when he heard the last sentence said by Xiaoqing, he suddenly felt speechless and almost fell.

Fuchen walked into the preparation area surrounded by the soldiers' doors, and found that everyone had come early, and everyone was not gathered in groups like before, but each occupied this place, and some people were meditating, but more were making some preparations.

Fortunately, there were only more than 300 people, and the venue was still very spacious, but the difference was that a sign was erected at the entrance of the entrance, but there was nothing on it.

There were also a lot of wooden weapons on the shelves around the perimeter, and I guessed that I should be able to bring weapons to fight this time, but Fuchen didn't care about finding a corner and sat over.

Floating dust in the crowd, the first sight saw Zhou Yu wearing gold armor, at this time the joints of the body, armor, shawl, wrist guards and a series of equipment are readily available, the sunlight reflected through the gold armor is particularly dazzling, and it is impossible for people to find it.

It's good-looking, but seeing this golden armor, Fuchen's heart is restless.

Turned his head and saw Jiang Xiaoyi and Yan Yu again, although Yan Yu was wearing ordinary, but the big man was a scenery that could not be avoided everywhere, Jiang Xiaoyi was wearing black leather armor, which looked much cleaner.

The rest of the people don't know each other, and the five or two assessments, including myself, are all above average, and I don't know them, and I only know their names.

These three people have already set a quota, how can they appear here, most of the people around them guessed what was going on, and their faces didn't look good.

Yan Yu's head, many people think that they can't beat it, Zhou Yu has a spear in his hand at this time, he is very skilled, Jiang Xiaoyi is a woman, but it is negligible, and the top ten should account for two of the three people.

"It's clear that you can already go to Ranshen Mountain, why do you still come to grab our place......

Someone muttered, and the atmosphere around him was a little weird.

Halfway through the hour, Elder Zhang Zhishan stood on the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the last item of the assessment of the Chaotic God Mountain, two people fight, everyone chooses a weapon, and fights randomly, this assessment has a total of three hundred and eighty people, and these three hundred and eighty people will determine the top ten. ”

Elder Zhang said on the stage.

The people below all felt a little nervous when they heard this, because Elder Zhang was still talking about how to compare, and the people below were also cranky.

At this time, an elder of the Chaos God Mountain walked into the crowd, followed by a few soldiers, holding a piece of paper and a bucket of rice cereal, came to the sign erected before, and pasted the paper on the card.

Many people around gathered around, only to see that A, B, C, D were written on the top of the paper...... Waiting for ten words, below are rows of names, in which many people find their names.

According to the grouping on the billboard, they were divided into ten groups, each group of 38 people, 38 people stood on the same stage until the last three participated in the finals. ”

After Elder Zhang finished speaking, everyone panicked, and immediately looked for Yan Yu and Zhou Yu in their group, and at the same time saw if there were any acquaintances.

"Look at the name, there are a few women in my group...... Hahaha......"

"Yu Gongzi, the two of us are actually in the same group......"

"Yan Yu's big man is actually in the same group as me, why am I so unlucky......"

“......”

And so on, all kinds of complaints and the sound of gangs and factions around are endless.

Fuchen took a look at his group, under the word 癸, that is, the last group, and it just so happened that the name was also at the end, this luck ......

After a while, a group of people began to be busy choosing weapons, although they are all wood products, but the number is large, it is inevitable that there are some defective products, it is better to choose as soon as possible.

Fuchen came to the field where the weapons were put in a hurry, and saw that most of the weapons scattered on the ground were some relatively casual weapons such as swords and guns, which were estimated to be used by the officers and soldiers on this side of Dongning City for training.

In the past, these were also commonly used in the army for sparring, because they were standard weapons, so they were basically common, but there were a few pairs of more bizarre ones, Yan Yu chose one of the pairs of sledgehammers, and most people chose swords.

Fuchen approached and smiled, in an unfamiliar situation, the sword is the most useless, not to mention that it is still wooden, thinking that the old beggar taught "Called Huazi Boxing" was born from the knife technique, so he took a knife and gestured it in his hand, and felt that it was quite convenient......

After the weapons were chosen, the thirty-eight members of Group A were already on the stage.

Fuchen saw a shining figure in this group of people - Zhou Yu.