Ling Feng's face sank, there is such a situation, but it is rare to be so excessive, not to mention that he personally presided over the exam with the purpose of verifying Pan Heng's identity, and his subordinates still looked at the wool when they did this.

Li Chunfeng had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he looked at the huge electronic display screen for a long time.

The ten mutant jackals were crippled, and they were a little old, but the bloodthirsty cruelty in their bones had not weakened in the slightest, staring at their orange and cold eyes, shrugging their long scarlet tongues, and their viscous and crystalline saliva continued to drip on the ground, emitting bursts of low roars.

Even the mutant jackal, which had no limbs, bared its teeth and tried to move its body, as if it was desperately trying to bite it.

"Brush!"

A black shadow jumped up, but it was the three-legged jackal dog closest to Pan Heng who couldn't bear it, and jumped high to bite Pan Heng.

Pan Heng raised his hand to block, the jackal's eyes were bright, and it seemed that he was going to enjoy the long-lost flesh and blood food in the next moment, but when its bite force of several tons was fiercely bitten on Pan Heng's arm, its fangs flew and the blood flowed for a long time, and it fell to the ground with a "coo-dong", and couldn't help but howl miserably.

"Bang!"

Randomly stepped on the head of the jackal full of fangs, Pan Heng didn't bother to play with this group of old, weak, sick and disabled, and easily beat the remaining nine jackals with three punches and two kicks, and it took no more than one minute in total, which can be scored with excellent results in the rating.

"Brother Pan Heng really deserves to be a high disciple of the Sword God, isn't the assessment of a junior martial artist too easy for you, do you want to try the assessment of an intermediate martial artist or a senior martial artist again?" The corners of Ling Feng's mouth twitched, this kind of assessment is estimated to be able to pass by senior students.

Pan Heng was also eager to try, and said loudly: "Then let's directly assess the senior martial artists!"

"Good courage, little brother, wait a minute!" Ling Feng hurriedly agreed, he could get a glimpse of the sword god from Pan Heng's body, and it was no better than going to the sword god in person to touch his nose.

After waiting for half an hour, just when Pan Heng was bored and looked at the stumps and broken flesh all over the ground, bursts of bloodthirsty and low roars gradually joined together, and swift and fierce figures poured in from the metal gates one after another, rushing towards Pan Heng desperately like crazy.

Pan Heng didn't deliberately hide his secrets in front of Ling Feng, in fact, he couldn't wait to verify the power of the "Nine Death Sword Technique" that was valued by the sword gods, but unfortunately he only completed the first turn of the invincible sword body, the foundation was solid, and the internal and external body was integrated, far surpassing ordinary martial arts masters, the only difference was that he did not start to exhale Yuan Li and condense the natal sword element.

Without Yuan Li as a foundation, he couldn't release a little sword qi, as for the fourteen-style basic sword moves, he would only be the simplest stabbing sword, splitting sword and slashing sword, which made it crooked, and any junior apprentice was better than him.

Reborn in a lifetime, with the help of the system to endow him with a perverted physique, he has no martial arts talent at all, but is still a little negative, otherwise he would not have almost chopped him alive with the sword divine qi in the first place.

In front of a chief instructor like Ling Feng, Pan Heng doesn't have to use his hands, as long as he holds a sword, he can immediately be seen, and people who have followed famous teachers to learn swords since childhood are very different from people who don't have any foundation in swordsmanship.

Fortunately, thanks to his gang fighting career since childhood, Pan Heng's fighting skills are okay, and his current physique is more than a thousand pounds with a punch and a kick, and the violent and ferocious mutant jackal is like a chicken and a tile dog in front of him, and it will immediately explode into a ball of plasma with a punch, and with one kick, it will immediately empty a large area.

For a while, the stumps were everywhere, the flesh and blood were flying, and there were puddles of flesh and mud everywhere that could not be seen clearly, and the entire assessment site was made like a purgatory on earth by Pan Heng, which was extremely bloody and terrifying.

Rao is Li Chunfeng is accustomed to seeing big scenes, and when he suddenly saw such a tragic situation, he couldn't help but turn pale, only to feel that his stomach was overturned for a while, and he hurriedly took out a white handkerchief to gently cover his mouth and nose, and endured the discomfort.

"Ahem, this sword god's apprentice is really extraordinary, a hundred strong mutant jackals can't do anything about him!" Ling Feng boasted perfunctorily, and ten thousand Liuyun dogs galloped past in his heart.

Unexpectedly, how did a worldly master like the Sword God train such an arrogant and murderous apprentice?

"Brother Pan Heng, congratulations on your perfect passing of the senior martial arts assessment!" Li Chunfeng also shouted in the communicator.

is different from Ling Feng, Li Chunfeng is the one who is really happy in his heart, and secretly said that his investment is really right, in fact, people like him will do whatever it takes to get to the top, and they will do whatever it takes.

Even if Pan Heng didn't pass this time, he could simply ask for 10,000 or more money from the black tiger again to make up for himself, but if he passed, then Pan Heng would owe himself a favor, which was a profitable deal.

"I want to continue to assess senior martial artists!" Pan Heng's words made Ling Feng's heart happy, but at the same time, he was a little worried, he had already been treated beyond the standard just now, just to see how much weight the Sword God disciple had, but he didn't expect to see it in one and a half moves, but he was brutally tortured and killed, wiped out, and reached an unprecedented perfection-level assessment.

However, the difficulty of a high-level martial artist is far better than that of a high-level martial artist, that is to face a full ten E-level mutated beasts, you must know that humans at the same level against fierce beasts, often need 2 to 1 or even more than 3 to 1 to be able to kill one, which is also one of the reasons why human beings know that there are huge treasures in the depths of the wilderness and the depths of the ocean but do not dare to mine them.

After waiting for an hour this time, Pan Heng watched boredly as the drone washed the assessment field, and finally waited for Ling Feng to prepare the assessment.

"Boom!"

The heavy door sounded, and it was pitch black inside, but there was no movement, and the silence was terrible.

"Bang da, bang da, bang da......"

A slow and rhythmic rhythm sounded suddenly, and ten five-meter-tall mutant gray wolves slowly paced out of the four metal doors, among which the leader was gray and white, as smooth and smooth as silk satin, and his head was six or seven meters tall, squatting in front of Pan Heng like a hill.

The other 9 giant wolves followed behind the gray and white wolf king unhurriedly, and they also sat down silently, just staring at Pan Heng indifferently and indifferently, as if he was a lamb to the slaughter, not worrying about him escaping or resisting,

The gray and white wolf king's eyes were extremely humane, he glanced at Pan Heng playfully, looked up at the monitor above his head, and through a trace of ferocity and bloodlust in his eyes, he turned his gaze back to Pan Heng, and roared, and the 9 giant wolves turned into Taoist remnants and scattered and separated, surrounding Pan Heng.

The wolf king then stretched out his long scarlet tongue, licked his sharp claws intently, and never looked at Pan Heng again, as if he was preparing for the meal.

"Whew!!"

Nine giant wolves roared in unison, the sound shook the four wilds, and then they launched a culling at the same time, two of the gray wolves jumped high, one after the other opened their bloody mouths and went straight to Pan Heng's head to bite; four gray wolves lined up in all directions, poked out their claws that could cut gold and silver, and swung towards Pan Heng's upper body; and finally the three gray wolves were weirdly lying on the metal floor that could be seen by the light, and their powerful hind legs kicked suddenly, and they immediately rushed to the ground like arrows off the string, attacking Pan Heng's next plate.

If nothing else, even if Pan Heng had the strength of a real high-level martial artist, in the face of the combined attack of the 9 giant wolves in the upper, middle and lower levels, he would have already been torn apart and was sent to the wolf king to be eaten as a snack.

It's a pity that these giant wolves are facing Pan Heng, who has rough skin and thick meat.

"Bell Bell Bell ......"

A dense sound of gold and iron resonated sounded, and the nine wolf kings either had blood from their mouths and noses, or their bones and tendons were broken, and they all howled miserably and desperately retreated, leaving a lot of broken fangs and claws on the floor.