The two elders came to the field with a huge stone. This was a test stone. As long as the warrior used his fist to violently hit the test stone, letting the true energy and power in his body combine and leave a mark on the test stone, he could accurately test the warrior's realm. The strength reached 200 kilograms, which is the first level, 400 kilograms is the second level, 600 kilograms is the third level, and so on.

Bing Haoyang had an impulse, wanting to feel what level he had reached. After swallowing the essence and blood of the spirit snake, he felt that he was strong all over and should advance.

The young disciples of Panwu Sect have already arranged the order, and the first one to play was at the nine-year-old level:

A little boy came to the test stone and slammed the test stone with his small fist. The elder shook his head.

It was not until the fourth child that the test stone lit up and the elder announced: "Yao Hu, the first level of the martial arts realm!"

The fat elder breathed a sigh of relief and muttered: It is no longer easy for an ordinary nine-year-old child to have 200 kilograms of strength...

Bing Haoyang was not interested in children, so he continued to study the theory of warriors: human power is limited, and power cannot be increased unlimitedly. When the power reaches its limit, only by combining true qi can one achieve stronger attack power. Experts also judge the level by exploring the flow of other people's true qi.

Thinking about this, Bing Haoyang smiled on the corner of his mouth.

The next test is underway. As we grow older, the third and fourth levels of martial arts realm appear one after another...

At this time, a beautiful girl appeared in front of everyone, and the brothers shouted: Shui Meier, Shui Meier... Bing Haoyang also looked at Shui Meier with a smile on his face.

Shui Mei'er walked to the front of the test stone, and her right fist was charged with force and a slam. With a bang, the fist fell on the test stone. Bing Haoyang saw Shui Mei'er's fist emit a faint blue color. A sudden movement in his heart: the blue true energy, it turned out that Shui Mei'er was the root of the water spirit.

The Great Elder announced: The sixth level of the Shui Meier Martial Arts! It is quite good to enter this state at the age of thirteen. Think about it, the weak thirteen-year-old girl has a thousand pounds of power, so terrible!

Bing Haoyang was also secretly shocked: So powerful! Think about it, does he have that great power? He doesn't know.

In the next test, Pan Zeli and Pan Zezhi's twin brothers all reached the fifth level of Martial Arts. Bing Haoyang saw that Elder Pan's fifth grandson Pan Zexin did not appear. Hehe, it was probably because he was secretly obscene and had no shame to see others. Bing Haoyang was very happy!

Yes! Pan Zexin's little Ding bleeds every day, and the wounds were cut one by one, which was terrible!

Time cannot be wasted, so Bing Haoyang simply sat on the ground and continued to control the movement of his true energy.

Yan Kundong appeared, and the whole audience was in full swing. Some girls shouted Yan Kundong's name, and the scene was out of control for a while.

Yan Kundong is the best among young disciples and a young talent in the sect who is highly concerned by girls. However, Bing Haoyang is particularly annoyed by him. One reason is that this kid shows his diligence to Shui Meier when he has nothing to do. Another thing is that this person is hypocritical and cunning in his bones, but he insists on showing kindness and hatefulness!

Bing Haoyang glanced at Yan Kundong with disdain: Pretending dealer!

At this moment, Yan Kundong was calm and confident. He stood firm and punched the test stone. After the faint yellow light, the light on the test stone jumped. All the disciples exclaimed: Level 7! Among the fifteen-year-old young people, this is already very excellent in the Panwu Sect. Combined with the true qi, it burst out with 1,400 kilograms of power!

Master Han stood up in the stands and said loudly: "Yan Kundong, good looks!"

Yan Kundong bowed deeply to the stands: "Thank you for your kindness, Kundong will continue to work hard to survive the cultivation of Panwu Sect, and even more so, the leader's high expectations."

Bing Haoyang curled his lips: "Sister, hypocritical boy, pretending to be a b dealer!" I really want to beat you up.

The test of more than one hundred disciples was completed, and Master Han was very happy. The disciple's performance this year was obviously much better than last year. He made a passionate brief speech and then announced his dissolution. He was really afraid that these uninvited guests would make trouble.

If you are afraid of anything, they will make trouble.

An Gushan, the head of the Anzhen Sect, said: "Brother Han, many disciples from Panwu Sect have emerged this year, which is a gratifying congratulations."

Master Han heard An Gushan’s words, but what they were going to do was not a good thing! He announced his dissolution after saying a few perfunctory words, but An Gushan laughed: "Brother Han, don’t rush to disband. We are here this time to cheer up the Panwu Gate. How about we have a ring match like before?"

Chief Han frowned. He knew that the ring match was about four sects choosing one of the highest players as the champion and accepting challenges from the other three. This kind of game seemed fair on the surface, but in fact there were many tricks inside!

For example, if three sects want to destroy one sect, it is easy, because their disciples are equal in strength, and the first two attackers fight to the death. No matter how strong the defending sect is, they will be unable to fight back until the third game. The third person will reap the benefits of the fisherman. Therefore, if you destroy a sect, isn’t that a side dish?

Moreover, the strength of the disciples of the Panwu Sect is average, and if they are fighting on the wheel, the result can be imagined that the reputation of the Panwu Sect will completely collapse. In the future, if Panwu Sect wants to recruit disciples, who will sign up?

When President Han thought of this, he was about to refuse.

An Gushan thought of the thought of the leader Han and said, "Brother Han, since it is a grand ceremony for the noble sect, we must be open and honest in our work. Each of our four families will choose one champion, and we will choose the disciples who are twelve, thirteen, fourteen, and fifteen years old. Other sects will attack the competition. Isn't that fair?"

The other two sects had no objection, as if they had agreed. Chief Han frowned. He knew these people best, and things would never be as simple as An Gushan said.

Master Han thought about it and would definitely lose when he defended the game. Then he chose a disciple of average level. If he couldn't beat it, he would admit defeat. At least he wouldn't hurt his elite disciples. Thinking of this, he looked at the second elder: "Second junior brother, fourteen-year-old champion, I think Pan Zezhi is more suitable. He has great strength. What do you think?"

You should know that when fighting on behalf of the sect, they are all rewarded. The second elder nodded and agreed.

An Gushan smiled. He had just seen this Pan Zezhi. He looked strong and had average strength. It seemed that this leader Han had given up the fourteen-year-old arena.

Master Han sent the strongest player Yan Kundong to the 15-year-old ring, and he was the third one to attack the ring. When the three of them were tired of fighting, they could at least guarantee the status of one champion. This idea was good, and this was called Tian Ji's horse racing.

At the beginning of the game, there was a twelve-year-old fight. Bing Haoyang watched it for a while and then gave up.

There was no point in this level. The disciples of Panwu Sect went up and asked them to beat them all over the ground. Later, all the young disciples of Panwu Sect closed their eyes and called Diao Hao on the stage. This disciple was also very hardworking. After the last effort, he still lost. Although he was carried away, he won the applause of all the brothers.

The head of the sect announced: "Hurry up and use the best healing medicine!"

Others are concerned about the result of the battle, but Bing Haoyang is not. He is concerned about how other sect players use their moves and how to use their true energy. He is here to steal the art!
Chapter completed!