Chapter 113 Don’t Be Scientific in Martial Arts, It’s Useless (Please Subscribe, Second Update)

"Little sword, little divine sword, are you sure he is that poor boy?" Wang Luchun rubbed his chin and observed carefully.

Xiao Baojian raised the roster in his hand: "Second Senior Brother, I read it several times. His name is Mu Yan, that's right."

Wang Luchun's eyes flashed: "Has that matter been arranged?"

The little divine sword said: "Don't worry, he will never pass the first level!"

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There are ten force measuring tablets in total, and ten groups of tests are conducted simultaneously.

At this time, there were five or six people in front of Mu Yan who had taken the test, but no one had made seven sword marks!

"disuse!"

"disuse!"

"disuse!"

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The little Taoist priest responsible for supervising this group announced the results with a cold expression.

"Where do these people get their confidence? Without the strength of an intermediate knight, they just want to sneak into Shushan? What a fantasy!" The green-shirted boy sneered.

He was right in front of Mu Yan, and now it was finally his turn.

"Let you see what power is!"

The young man in green shirt walked to the stone monument, stood with his feet spread wide, and his eyes suddenly became very sharp.

"war!"

He roared, his momentum reached its peak, and his power condensed in his hands, turning into a fist that crushed everything, and struck out fiercely!

boom!

The stone tablet erupted with a terrifying divine light.

One, two... when it reached the sixth, the light suddenly stopped and turned into six sword marks, which were printed on the stone tablet, which was very eye-catching.

"What? Only six paths?" The young man in green shirt was dumbfounded. You must know that he had always hidden his strength, but now with full strength, he can easily blast out eight or nine sword marks, but now he has not even reached the passing mark.

The rest of the people were in an uproar, shouting that it was a pity.

"It's unscientific. This is the most proud punch of my life!" The boy in green shirt refused to accept and shouted.

The little Taoist priest sneered: "Don't look for trouble. I've seen many players like you. Don't be scientific in martial arts. It's useless."

He thought the boy in green shirt was going to cause trouble, so with a wave of his hand, all the nearby Shushan disciples gathered around him.

The young man in green shirt saw this dark crowd and said anxiously: "I think there is something wrong with the stone monument..."

The little Taoist priest said coldly: "Blast him out."

The Shushan disciples swarmed up, picked up the young man in green shirt, and threw him outside.

"There must be something wrong with this stone tablet!" The green-shirted boy's shrill cry echoed in the air.

Finally it was Mu Yan's turn.

He stood in front of the stone tablet and hesitated to make a move.

The little Taoist priest said coldly: "Don't think about delaying time. If you don't test, you will be eliminated."

From the action of the young man in green shirt just now, Mu Yan was very sure that there was definitely something wrong with this group of stone tablets!

Thinking of this, Mu Yan glanced into the distance, suddenly her eyes lit up, and she shouted: "Young Master Han, have you passed?"

Han Zhenhai was still immersed in the joy of passing the customs. When he heard this voice, his expression immediately changed: "Mu Yan, what do you want to do? I tell you, this is Shushan, don't mess with me."

This guy already had a shadow on Mu Yan in his heart.

Mu Yan laughed and said, "I want to compare with you how many sword marks you made just now!"

Han Zhenhai said: "Pull him down, I won't compete with you."

However, he also walked over. He wanted to see how many sword marks Mu Yan could make.

You know, at the gate of the mountain, I was so suppressed by Mu Yan that I couldn't even lift my head.

"That's such a pity." After Mu Yan said this, he controlled his strength to that of an intermediate knight, and then punched lightly.

The stone tablet immediately glowed!

One, two... until the fourth, the light suddenly stopped and turned into four sword marks, which were left on the stone tablet.

Only four sword marks?

Han Zhenhai's eyes almost popped out of his head.

Li Zilang's heart tightened in the back. Mu Yan didn't pass the test either?

Li Miaoyi felt secretly happy that Mu Yan, the bastard, was finally going to get out.

"Hey, what a pity." Mu Yan shook his head.

"Wait!" Han Zhenhai suddenly jumped up.

Mu Yan was very surprised: "What's wrong, Young Master Han?"

Han Zhenhai said: "Did you just want to compete with me to see who made more sword marks?"

Mu Yan said: "Yes."

Han Zhenhai said excitedly: "I made eight sword marks in the other group. If you lose, Mu Yan, please kneel down and call me grandpa three times."

When Mu Yan heard this, she was happy: "Young Master Han, have you made your brain stupid by practicing kung fu? You said that if you hit eight paths, it is eight paths. Can you count if you hit it without me in front of me?"

At this time, Han Zhenhai was completely immersed in the joy of victory. He lost all reason and his mind was filled with images of Mu Yan making four sword marks.

"Even if you are powerful, you only made four sword marks. No matter how hard I fight, I will always win!"

Han Zhenhai's eyebrows were flying, he raised his fist and hit the stone tablet in front of him.

I saw the stone tablet glowing brightly, and then one, two, and after the third one, it became a sword mark.

There are only three sword marks!

Han Zhenhai was stunned: "What's going on? I'm a player of Eight Sword Marks?"

"Hahaha!" Li Zilang almost burst into tears from laughter.

The little sword in the distance became anxious and ran over quickly, saying to Han Zhenhai: "Which group are you from? Why are you making trouble here? Go back quickly."

Han Zhenhai still stood blankly on the spot, his eyes filled with disbelief.

How is it possible that there are only three sword marks?

When Mu Yan saw the little sword rushing towards him, the questions in his heart were immediately solved, and the answer was ready to come out.

"Don't run away, Young Master Han, kneel down and call me grandpa!" Mu Yan said loudly.

"Impossible. I passed the level in the other group. How could I just hit three here?" Han Zhenhai was so angry. He still wanted him to call him grandpa? dream!

He raised his fist, and all his strength surged out, ready to hit the stone tablet again.

Xiao Baojian looked at it and said anxiously: "Here comes someone, take him away for me."

He rushed over to stop him, but to his surprise, Mu Yan grabbed the Taoist robe. It felt like roots were growing under his feet, and he couldn't run away no matter what.

"Little Taoist Priest, can you watch this scene quietly?" Mu Yan said with a teasing tone and a smile.

Mu Yan's eyes carried a look of insight that made Xiao Baojian dare not look directly at him.

Han Zhenhai once again made three sword marks!

Plop!

Han Zhenhai collapsed on the ground, feeling that his world view was collapsing. Why was this happening? Why did Mu Yan change his appearance after everything happened? How evil!

"Brothers who have passed the test, come and take a look. There is something wrong with this stone tablet. You all should try it!" Mu Yan shouted.

The sound was so loud that it penetrated gold and cracked rocks, broke through the clouds, and reverberated throughout the entire martial arts arena.

Many young people who passed the test were all arrogant geniuses. When they heard this, they all gathered around.

"Let me try!" A handsome young man came over and made a bang, leaving only four sword marks.

Another genius boy came over, leaving less than seven sword marks.

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Seeing these teenagers taking turns to test, Xiao Baojian's face became paler and paler. He suddenly felt that things were developing in the worst direction!