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Chapter 113 Don't talk about science in martial arts, it's useless (please subscribe, second update)
"Little Treasure Sword, Little Excalibur, are you sure it's that poor boy?" Wang Luchun rubbed his chin, observing carefully.

Xiao Baojian raised the roster in his hand: "Second senior brother, I read it several times, it's called Mu Yan, that's right."

Wang Luchun's eyes flashed brightly: "Is that matter arranged?"

Little God Sword said: "Don't worry, he will never pass the first test!"

……

There are ten dynamometers in total, and ten sets of tests are performed simultaneously.

At this time, five or six people in front of Mu Yan had already tested it, and none of them made seven sword marks!
"disuse!"

"disuse!"

"disuse!"

……

The little Taoist priest in charge of supervising this group was announcing the results with a cold expression.

"Where do these people have the self-confidence? They don't have the strength of mid-level knights, so they want to sneak into Shushan? It's really whimsical!" The young man in green shirt 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 up to the stele, his feet spread apart, and his gaze suddenly became very sharp.

"war!"

With a loud roar, his aura climbed to the extreme, his power was concentrated in his hands, and it turned into a fist that crushed everything, and he struck out fiercely!

boom!
The stele erupted with a terrifying divine light.

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

"What? Only six?" The green-shirted boy was dumbfounded. You know, he was hiding his strength. Now that he is full of strength, he can blast out eight or nine sword marks lightly, but now he hasn't 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 in my life!" The young man in the green shirt refused to accept it and shouted.

The little Taoist sneered and said: "Don't look for trouble, I've seen a lot of players like you, don't talk about science in martial arts, it's useless."

He thought the young man in green shirt was going to make trouble, so with a wave of his hand, all the disciples from nearby Shushan gathered around.

Seeing the dark crowd, the green-shirted boy said nervously, "I think there's something wrong with the stele..."

The little Taoist said coldly: "Throw him out."

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

"There must be something wrong with this stele!" The shrill cry of the green-shirted boy echoed in the air.

Finally it was Mu Yan's turn.

He stood in front of the stele and did not move for a long time.

The little Taoist said coldly: "Don't think about procrastinating, if you don't test, you will be eliminated."

From the young man in green shirt just now, Mu Yan has already confirmed that there is definitely something wrong with this group of steles!
Thinking of this, Mu Yan glanced into the distance, suddenly his eyes lit up, and he shouted: "Master Han, have you passed?"

Han Zhenhai was still immersed in the joy of passing the test. Hearing this voice, his face immediately changed: "Mu Yan, what do you want to do? Let me tell you, this is Shushan, don't mess with me."

This guy already has a shadow of Mu Yan in his heart.

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

Han Zhenhai said: "Pull it down, I won't compare with you."

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

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

"That's a pity." After Mu Yan finished speaking, he controlled his strength to that of a mid-level knight, and then punched lightly.

The stele immediately bloomed with light!

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

Only four sword marks?
Han Zhenhai's eyes almost popped out.

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

Li Miaoyi felt secretly relieved, Mu Yan, this bastard was finally going to leave.

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

"Wait!" Han Zhenhai jumped up suddenly.

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

Han Zhenhai said: "Did you just want to compare with me, who has more sword marks?"

Mu Yan said, "That's right."

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

When Mu Yan heard this, he was amused: "Young Master Han, did your practice make your brain stupid? You say that if you play bad tricks, it's bad tricks. Does it count if you don't fight in front of me?"

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

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

Han Zhenhai raised his eyebrows excitedly, raised his fist, and blasted towards the stone tablet in front of him.

I saw the stele glowing brightly, followed by one, two, and after the third, it became a sword mark.

There are only three sword marks!
Han Zhenhai was dumbfounded: "What's going on, I'm a contestant with Eight Sword Scars?"

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

Little Baojian in the distance was in a hurry, ran over quickly, and said to Han Zhenhai: "Which group are you from, why are you running here to make trouble? Go back quickly."

Han Zhenhai was still standing on the spot, his eyes full of disbelief.

How could there be only three sword marks?
Seeing the little sword rushing towards Mu Yan, the question in his heart was immediately solved, and the answer was ready to come out.

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

"Impossible, I cleared the level in the other group, how could I get three hits here?" Han Zhenhai was furious, and wanted to call him Grandpa?dream!

He raised his fist, and the strength of his whole body surged out, and he was about to bombard the stone tablet again.

Xiao Baojian saw it and became anxious: "Come here, take him away."

He rushed over to stop him, but unexpectedly, Mu Yan grabbed his Taoist robe, his feet seemed to be rooted, and he couldn't run away.

"Xiao Daoist, can you finish this scene in peace?" Mu Yan said with a smile in a teasing tone.

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

Han Zhenhai made three sword marks again!
Pfft!
Han Zhenhai was paralyzed on the ground, only feeling that his world view was collapsing, why is this happening?Why did everything change to Mu Yan?It's so wicked!
"Those who have passed the test, come and take a look, there is something wrong with this stele, you all try!" Mu Yan shouted.

The sound was extremely loud, piercing through gold and cracking rocks, breaking through the sky, and reverberating throughout the martial arts arena.

Many teenagers who passed the level were all arrogant geniuses. When they heard this, they all gathered around.

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

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

……

Seeing these teenagers take turns to test, Xiao Baojian's face became paler and paler, and he suddenly felt that things were going in the worst direction!

(End of this chapter)