"Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey?"

Ye Heng smiled strangely and said teasingly.

Jin Feiyan also stared at him with an idiot-looking look.

Xiao Yi’s chief disciple?

Isn’t that Ye Heng?

When is it his turn?

Mao Bufan's face froze, his pride was froze, and he gradually became ugly.

In his opinion, with his talent that he could almost pass the assessment of the Nantian Holy Academy, this Xiaoshanheyuan must be the top presence. The Xiaoshanheyuan should regard him as a treasure. Xiao Yi and a group of Xiaoshanheyuan strongmen must have fought for him.

As soon as he came up, he regarded himself as the chief disciple of Xiao Yi.

But what he never expected was...                                                                                                                            

Even more sneeringly ridicule?

Hu!                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              �

This made Mao Bufan, who was arrogant and thought that he would receive the highest treatment when he came to Xiaoshanheyuan, felt an indescribable insult.

"Damn it!"

Mao Bufan roared, and as his eyebrows were standing upside down, cold light spit out from his eyes, pointing at Ye Heng and the others arrogantly and gritting their teeth, "Do you know who you are talking to?

I, Mao Bufan, are only ten, and I almost got an exceptional genius who was admitted to the Nantian Holy Academy. It is your honor to be able to surrender to the nobles and come to Xiaoshanhe Academy.

You two dare to humiliate me so much, aren’t you afraid of being punished by Dean Xiao Yi?”

Ye Heng looked playful and smiled, "If you are ten short of ten, you can be admitted to the Nantian Holy Academy?

It's a terrible talent!"

Jin Feiyan nodded and smiled, "Senior Brother, I wonder who is stronger than this peerless genius named Mao Bufan, compared to your fighting holy body?"

Ka?

Mao Bufan's face froze.

He glared suddenly and looked at Ye Heng in disbelief.

Gulu! Mao Bufan swallowed hard, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat: "Dou, Dou, Dou, Dou Battle Holy Body?

You, what you are talking about is the fighting holy body among the ten holy bodies?"

Ye Heng shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's like a fake one!"

"impossible!"

Mao Bufan shook his head suddenly, his eyes were blood red, and he said with his steel teeth, "It is impossible, even the Nantian Holy Academy does not have a fighting holy body. How could this small mountain river courtyard have such a powerful physique?

I don't believe that you must be lying to me..."                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

Crash! The strong wind came with Mao Bufan's fierce punch.

There was endless bang.

Amid the deafening roar, Mao Bufan's sharp iron fist containing black fist light had already appeared in front of Ye Heng.

The punch had not yet arrived, but its power had already caused Ye Heng's facial features to deform.

Caught out of control.

This punch can severely inflict on powerful people in the Dharma Realm.

A burst of exclamation suddenly sounded in the crowd: "What a fast punch, there is no time to dodge such a speed, so I can only resist!"

"Unless he really has the Holy Body of Fighting, he will definitely not be able to stop this punch!"

Looking at Ye Heng with completely deformed facial features, Mao Bufan's heart was filled with tyranny and pride.

But soon... Mao Bufan's pride and smile came to an abrupt end.

Because he found that facing this sudden punch, Jin Feiyan looked light and light, and even the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a hint of mockery and sarcasm.

If Ye Heng had naturally been unable to resist before, at least he would have been seriously injured under this punch, but now, he has been undergoing more than two months of special training for Xiao Yi.

In that illusion array, he experienced thousands of life-and-death battles every day, and Ye Heng had already stimulated the potential of the fighting holy body.

Almost the moment the fist wind appeared, Ye Heng responded instinctively.

Buzz! The black iron fist, which was as powerful as a bamboo, trembled violently, and a white palm appeared in front of him at some point, firmly grasping the fist in his palm.

"This..." Mao Bufan's face suddenly changed.

The owner of the palm was Ye Heng! He grabbed Mao Bufan's fist with one hand, and under Mao Bufan's unbelievable gaze, he easily resolved his unstoppable attack.

He lifted his fist aside as if he was light.

Ye Heng raised his index finger with his other hand and shook it gently in front of him, and said calmly: "The power is good, but unfortunately the speed is too slow.

Mao Bufan, right?

Maybe you are indeed only ten places away from entering the Nantian Holy Academy, but this does not mean that you are qualified to enter my Xiaoshanhe Academy."

Just finished speaking.

Mao Bufan only felt his whole body tremble, and then he turned his eyes and had no consciousness anymore.

??     The whole person rises up bizarrely and flies backwards.

After a moment.

Mao Bufan fell a hundred meters away with a thud and fainted.

Hiss...                                                              

The young and powerful people who were still flattering Mao Bufan just now, belittling and mocking Xiaoshanheyuan were all silent at this moment, for fear of causing Ye Heng's displeasure.

Before this.

When they faced Xiaoshanheyuan, they were all high and had a strong sense of superiority.

And now... they are all scared! The guards in the first level can easily defeat strong men like Mao Bufan. How could they have the courage to underestimate Xiaoshanheyuan?

Papa! Ye Heng patted his hands gently, and there was no trace of pride on his face, as if he was not the one who defeated Mao Bufan just now.

Ye Heng glanced calmly over everyone and said in a deep voice: "The potential of a warrior is not only talent, but also will and the heart of martial arts.

As long as Xiang Wu’s heart is firm enough and even if his talent is mediocre, he can achieve something. My Xiaoshanheyuan will accept you!"

For a moment.

Just now, the people who were severely attacked and became active again.

"Even the geniuses of the Holy Body of Fighting are willing to stay in Xiaoshanheyuan. It seems that we really underestimated this place!"

"My heart for Xiang Wu is definitely not weaker than anyone else, I can definitely do it!"

"Fight!"

Except for some people with weak minds who have given up continuing to participate in the assessment, more than 70% of the young strong men left, all with bright eyes and rushing towards Ye Heng and the others.

This level tests potential more than just the test.

It should be said to be a test of the mind! Xiao Yi has countless ways to make up for it.

But if Xiang Wu's heart is not firm enough, even if Xiao Yi has the ability to go against the will of heaven, he will be unable to turn things around! Because of this... These 70% of the strong people with firm minds have successfully passed the first level of assessment.

"Ye, Senior Brother Ye Heng..." Mao Bufan woke up quietly, stood up tremblingly, and looked at Ye Heng tentatively, no longer as arrogant and arrogant as before. "I, I really want to join Xiaoshanheyuan, and I would like to ask Senior Brother Ye to fulfill..." Ye Heng stared at Mao Bufan.

Four eyes are opposite.

Just when Mao Bufan thought Ye Heng was going to reject him, Ye Heng smiled and said, "It seems that you already understand that talent does not represent everything.

This level is not only about evaluating talent and potential, but also about will and the heart of martial arts.

You are still thinking about the assessment. Your spirit of martial arts is firm enough. Congratulations, you have passed the first level of assessment!"

“Really, really?

Many, thank you, Senior Brother Ye Heng!”

Mao Bufan's pale face showed ecstasy expression.

The 30% of the powerful men who gave up suddenly woke up and shouted, "We are also willing to join Xiaoshanheyuan!"

"I want to continue to participate in the assessment..." Ye Heng frowned and looked at everyone: "You have been eliminated!"

"Mao Bufan was defeated by you, why can he?

We can't do it?"

"I don't agree, I will continue to participate in the assessment..."                                                                                                                       �

These 30% of the strong men actually tried to forcibly break through Ye Heng and Jin Feiyan.

At this critical moment... Ye Heng suddenly pulled out the heavy sword behind him. With a silence of shocking sword, a terrifying and dazzling sword light covered the sky, and with a sound of silence, a huge sword mark was cut open on the ground in front of everyone.

The cold sword energy soared into the sky. Ye Heng stood with his sword, staring at the tens of thousands of strong men with cold eyes: "Those who crossed the line - die!"

Hiss!                                                              
Chapter completed!