Early the next morning, in the square. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Today is the day of the test, take out the results of your training in the past two months, and prove it to everyone! If you do not meet the assessment, your training will be doubled from tomorrow until you pass the test. Hongda Zhenren said.

Hearing this, some of the thousands of disciples in the field were excited to try, while some lowered their heads and looked extremely depressed, while Liao Fan and the six of them began to rub their hands together, looking at each other, all of them had the meaning of not admitting defeat.

Half an hour later, several senior brothers pushed a strange wooden stake to the edge of the square, and everyone looked curiously, only to see that this wooden stake, one zhang high, two feet wide, was inlaid with a crystal clear white jade on the top of the smooth and smooth top.

"Everyone line up and get ready to start the test, remember to adjust your breathing, reach an optimal state, hit with all your strength, and the jade will turn green to judge that the assessment has passed!" Hongda Zhenren said.

Thousands of disciples hurriedly lined up in a long line, happily waiting.

"Bang"

"Pass, next"

"Bang"

"Failure, next"

......

Everyone was talking enthusiastically, looking at the people who passed the assessment with envy, and occasionally there would be a few people who did not pass, everyone was also sorry, and they hurriedly persuaded when they returned to the team.

An hour later, it was finally Liao Fan's turn and a few people, with excitement in their hearts, they all riveted enough strength to hit the wooden stake, the test went very smoothly, and the six people were very neat to reach the standard of martial arts cultivation, and entered the one-star and nine-palace stage of cultivation.

After the assessment of everyone, the disciples who passed were brought into a large hall by the senior brothers, and the huge plaque was engraved with "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion", not for a long time, a group of senior brothers carried a few wooden boxes on the ground, opened the lid of the box and neatly placed a thick book of exercise secrets, and then gave each person a copy.

Liao Fan happily stared at the vigorous and powerful three words on the writing, "Splitting Hexagram Palm", and gently opened the secret book, which depicted patterns and application skills, and saw that his blood was boiling, and he couldn't wait to imitate and practice immediately.

"Liao Fan, our two cheats are the same!" Liao Chen scratched his head and asked with some uncertainty.

Hearing this, Liao Fan retracted his thoughts, frowned, glanced at it, and sure enough, it was the same as himself, and then came to the others to check it, and the result was like a retreat.

"Senior brother, is there only a foreign kung fu cheat book in our sect?" Liao Fan came to a senior brother and asked respectfully.

"There are a total of three Huang-level exercise cheats, and you can only practice low-level palm techniques when you are new to the beginning, and you will practice to the point of perfection, and Hongda will naturally teach intermediate exercise cheats. A kind-faced senior brother explained.

"Thank you Senior Brother for your advice!" Liao Fan bent over, since this is a sect rule, he is relieved, although it is only a low-level exercise in his hand, but it is also quite precious to himself.

......

In a secluded wooded area in the back mountain.

Liao Fan waved his palms, slashed a strange trajectory in mid-air, the picture depicted in the cheats appeared in his mind, the movement of his feet gradually accelerated, his palms changed from soft power to masculinity, and his figure was sometimes slow, sometimes fast......

"Wood is soothing, unhindered and unbroken!" With a stroke of his feet, he came to a thick tree, his palms flying and constantly slapping on the trunk, muttering the same sentence in his mouth, as if he wanted to understand the true meaning of the power of wood.

Gradually, beads of sweat flowed from the corners of his forehead, and his cheeks began to turn red, his originally steady breathing became heavier and heavier, and a pair of black eyes were bloodshot and stared fiercely at the trunk of the tree.

"Bang Bang ......"

The originally unpredictable palms stopped interlacing and flapped indiscriminately, leaving a blood mark on the trunk of the tree, and a drop of blood flowed freely down the sinuous crack of the tree.

"Why?" Liao Fan raised his head to the sky and roared, his voice echoing in the woods, and the heart-rending shout made people listen to the creeps.

Sitting weakly on the ground, Liao Fan's eyes looked a little sluggish, are he really stupid? Practicing the same exercises together, why did the five of them progress so quickly?

Why can't I even pick up ten tricks when I work harder than anyone else? I recall in my mind that in the past month or so, I have been fighting with them every day in the courtyard, and every time I have failed, this feeling is like falling into an ice cave and jumping into a cliff like a painful and inextricable person.

Whenever I calm down and listen to the experience summarized by Liao Chen and a few others, I feel like a fool who can't understand it at all, and every time I wave my palms, I feel powerless, and I always can't reach that essence......

"Do you really want to be driven out of Sanqingguan with the title of waste? Will my parents be sad and cry? Will the old village chief be disappointed? Will my relatives make fun of me?"

After a while, the mood of venting gradually improved, I took a deep breath, and there was a touch of firmness in my eyes, since I am stupid, I can only practice diligently, and I must not fall behind and let everyone laugh at me.

In the courtyard in the evening, Liao Chen and the others recently found that Liao Fan was a little unstable emotionally, although he tried his best to hide it, it was inevitable that he would show his feet, which made everyone feel worried, the six people have always been as good as wearing a pair of pants, and now Liao Fan has encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation, no one dares to stimulate him anymore, so he can only be properly enlightened and encouraged.

"Can Liao Fan go crazy with such a desperate cultivation?" Liao Chen looked at the cultivation figure in the courtyard and whispered a little uneasily.

"Only now do I find out that you still have a crow's mouth, and you are really blind with a mouthful of yellow teeth!"

"Let's hope he gets through this soon, right?"

"I really don't understand, in fact, this set of exercises is really not so difficult to comprehend, why is he just spinning in place and can't get out?"

"It's the competition in the door next month, I really don't know what to do!"

Several people sighed helplessly, if Hongda coached it, I really can't imagine what punishment Liao Fan will receive, a sense of powerlessness arises spontaneously, plus the fist and foot kung fu are all on his own cultivation, and he has worked very hard, getting up early and practicing desperately, even if he wants to help him, he doesn't know how to start.

"Don't talk around there, somebody's coming over and talking to me. Liao Fan wiped his sweat and said flatly.

"Uh......"

A few people, you look at me, I look at you, no one dares to take the lead in the competition, for fear of hurting his self-esteem again.

"Liao Chen, you have made the fastest progress recently, come and compete with me!" Liao Fan beckoned, looking eager to try.

"I have a stomach trouble today, and I don't have any strength at all, can you find someone else to accompany you?"

"It's just that you're in this state on par with my fighting ability. ”

"Uh......"

"Hurry up!"

Liao Chen's face was black, and he sat on the chair and became overwhelmed, regretting that he had lied just now, what should he do now, he really couldn't bear to let him be hit this time.