Zhenwuwei Martial Arts Fair.

The three-metal soil that had been crushed nine times with an iron mill was as hard as iron stone. Two rows of iron racks that were fifty meters long were covered with swords, guns, swords and halberds.

The violent and murderous aura filled the entire martial arts field.

Although it was already cold wind like a knife, a mighty man wearing only cloth shorts was allowing two soldiers to constantly hit his back with iron sticks as thick as duck eggs.

The bronze skin was hit by this iron rod, not only did not appear scars, but even looked more solid.

"open!"

With a deep shout, the already solid skin swelled again, and two iron rods that hit the skin were bounced out almost at the same time.

As for the two soldiers waving their iron rods, they covered the tiger's mouth in pain, and dripping blood flowed down one after another.

"You two don't practice well and have no strength at all. You want nothing to use it!" The mighty man scolded with dissatisfaction.

The two soldiers then stood firm and quickly let go of their hands, as if they were begging for mercy in this way.

"Get out, I'm not upset!" The mighty man snorted, his eyes wandered around, looking at the soldiers who looked nervous, fearing that they would be selected.

Just as he was about to speak, a subordinate reported: "Sir, just now, Deputy Chief Li ordered the order to pass on the order, and let you evaluate Lin Yong's second-class military app for tomorrow."

The mighty man snorted coldly: "Li Meng has only such a skill. If he hadn't been stopped by the commander, I would have dealt with him long ago!"

The three commanders of Qingyang Town were so arrogant to the soldiers. Now, this mighty man said Li Meng so harshly, but no one dared to stand up and refute.

"Deputy Commander Li is killing someone by borrowing a knife!" A beautiful soldier walked out and said solemnly.

Xue Zhan didn't say anything, but just snorted coldly.

"Sir, are we going to surprise Deputy Chief Li?" the beautiful soldier asked.

Xue Zhan refused to comment, but stared at the warrior with a blank expression and asked, "In your eyes, is the martial arts competition and assessment a tool of fighting spirit?"

"Sir, I...I..." The soldier felt sweat coming out.

"Since I'm going to take the test, he will take the ten swords and take it. If you can take it, everything will be easy. If you can't take it, it means that he shouldn't be a second-class martial artsman!"

"In recent years, the quality of second-class martial arts soldiers has been much lower."

"Sir, I just heard that Lin Yong and Luo San bet that he would definitely take you ten times and pass this assessment in one fell swoop."

Xue Zhanrudao raised his eyebrows, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "I'm so arrogant!"

The soldiers serving Xue Zhan all showed sarcasm on their faces. Although they were beaten by Xue Zhan all the time, they had a deep-rooted confidence in Xue Zhan.

Not to mention a newcomer to the Shuiyuan Realm, even the old Shuiyuan Realm Xiaocheng martial artsman will find it difficult to take over Xue Zhan’s ten swords.

Under Luo San's malicious intention, the bet between Lin Yong and Luo San has spread throughout Qingyang Town!

Not only the Martial Warriors, but also the warriors from all sides were full of expectations for this excitement.

However, what these people are looking forward to is not whether Lin Yong can take Xue Zhan’s ten blows, but that Lin Yong can take a few blows!

In the eyes of many people, arranging Xue Zhan to assess Lin Yong's second-class martial arts qualifications was simply a way out.

Fortunately, Lin Yong ignored these things at this time. For Lin Yong, the most important thing he is now how to resist Xue Zhan’s ten-swords.

Xue Zhan’s Bai Zhan’s sword was extremely fierce. None of them could take him ten swords.

If your Flow Fire Body Fist reaches the seventh level, can you take over Xue Zhan’s ten swords?

Although the seventh level of the Flow Fire Body Fist has improved compared to the sixth level of the Flow Fire Body Fist, it has not improved much.

According to Lin Yong's estimate of Xue Zhan, this guy, who was like a beast, should have long exceeded the seventh level of the Liuhuo Body Forging Fist in terms of body strength.

Lin Yong had a rush of thoughts, and an idea emerged. If he used Junfuka and averaged Xue Zhan’s Bai Zhan Sword, wouldn’t he?

As soon as this idea came up, Lin Yong thought about it more and more and more. Although he didn't know how to use the sword, he could easily find the sword technique of the sword.

After all, this is one of the basic sword techniques of Zhenwuwei. As long as you are a martial servant, you can exchange your own merit points.

Lin Yong, who made up his mind, quickly came to the arsenal within Zhenwuwei and exchanged his only 100 merit points for a sword technique of hundreds of battles.

When Lin Yong exchanged for the sword technique of hundreds of battles, several martial soldiers were present, so this behavior was naturally spread quickly.

Lin Yong didn't care about the outside discussion. After reading the Bai Zhan Sword Technique, he started practicing one move after another.

"Lin Yong, what's the use of practicing the Hundred Battle Sword at this time?" Yun Zaixi came out of nowhere and sincerely advised: "Don't think I'm harming you. From my perspective, you'd better give up this assessment."

"Xue Zhan's strength has long reached the late stage of the Quyuan Realm. The reason why he has been suppressing it is to make his foundation more reliable."

"Once he becomes a first-class martial artsman, then your second-class martial artsman assessment will naturally be replaced. You can only endure it for a while at most."

When Yun Zaixi said that it sounds very reasonable at first glance.

If you can't beat it, you can't hide it, at least you don't have to suffer the loss in front of you. But this kind of avoidance not only makes some people's minds successful, but most importantly, I don't know how long it will take for Lin Yong to delay.

"I want to try it. After all, as a warrior, I cannot live in the shadow of others forever."

"Then you have to be careful." Yun Zaixi sighed and stopped persuading him, so he had to remind him: "Although Xue Zhan will not kill you, it is very likely that you will not be seriously injured."

Looking at the departure of Yun Zaixi, Lin Yong shook his head, and he continued to practice a total of fifteen sword techniques.

Although there was no guidance from the famous teacher, Lin Yong still memorized the fifteen moves of the Hundred Battles Sword Technique in two hours.

When Lin Yong opened the dialog box in his heart, he suddenly realized that there had been considerable changes in his dialogue panel.

Level 1 Energy: 8

Strength: 0.8

Spirit: 0.4

Physical constitution: 0.5

Skill: The sixth level of the Fist of the Fist

The first level of sword technique in hundreds of battles

Ordinary sword techniques like Bai Zhan Sword Technique, who can skillfully remember the changes in sword techniques, basically reaching the first level.

Lin Yong looked at the first level of the Beast Sword Technique, and felt an urge to quickly improve his Beast Sword Technique.

But just as he was about to practice, he suddenly thought that he had upgraded the Bai Zhan sword technique to the second level, wouldn't it be improving Xue Zhan's combat effectiveness?

He absolutely cannot do such a thing as improving the enemy's strength!

A day passed by in a flash!

In the early morning, the martial arts training ground was filled with the military soldiers from the Wuwei Town, not only did they say that they were full of martial arts soldiers from Qingyang Town, but even some of the warriors from Qingyang Town rushed over to watch the fun.

But what most of them want to see is Xue Zhan’s actions.

In Qingyang Town, Xue Zhan is called a war madman, and many warriors regard Xue Zhan as their goal of their efforts.

"Who is Lin Yong?"

"I heard that Lin Yong was born in the Lieyang Sect of a small sect and was also an outer disciple. A few days ago, he was even more unlucky to get the job of pasting the soul-suppressing talisman to the ancient tomb of Ximeng."

"That is, under the pressure of the cold air of the ancient tomb of Ximian, his cultivation level broke through the small achievement of the Qu Yuan Realm."

"Is the cold air in the ancient tomb of Xijian really effective?"

Accompanied by these discussions, Lin Yong walked into the martial arts venue full of rough flavor. The first one to greet him was Luo San's unscrupulous smile.

"Everyone, Lin Yong is full of confidence in this assessment. If anyone thinks he can't pass it, he can bet on the game with him, and he will not refuse anyone." Luo San shouted at the top of his voice.

Luo San's instigation instantly attracted the attention of everyone present. Almost instantly, joy appeared in the eyes of many warriors.

Who would be unable to get along with money?

After all, money means resources for cultivation and various enjoyment. Now, no one will dislike this kind of opportunity to pick up money.

Almost at the first moment, many people quickly raised the money in their hands and said, "I bet Lin Yong can't pass the test."

"Same for me!"

"Get out of the way, I bet Lin Yong can't pass the test."

Yun Zaixi stood not far from Luo San, looking at the crazy warriors around him, he said to Luo San with some anger: "You have broken Lin Yong's taboo, why bother to force each other like this?"

Luo San didn't care about Yun Zaixi's accusations. He smiled and said, "I like it, what can Lin Yong do?"

Just as the two of them were talking, Lin Yong had already come over. He looked at the crowd rushing towards him with silver and smiled happily.

Hehe, when did I become so popular? These people actually delivered the money to me with their money. Isn’t this too enthusiastic?

Immediately glanced at Luo San, suppressed his heart and said helplessly: "Since you are so intentional, then register."

Although each person invested not much money, it was a huge number to gather the silver of these people, and the surprise was quite considerable.

Just when the martial arts venue was in chaos, a light cough sounded. The sound was not high, but it instantly spread to everyone's ears.

Accompanied by this light cough, a man who was not tall but gave people a huge sense of oppression walked out, surrounded by several second-class martial soldiers.

"I've seen the Lord of the Palm!"
Chapter completed!