Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

Dong!

After about a cup of tea, Ye Feng put the first shield back to the ground.

After a little rest, he continued to go to the second shield. With a lesson from the past, Ye Feng didn't dare to stimulate Yuan Li this time.

The crowd saw the clue. He just took Yuan Li out of his body and raised the second shield over his head with pure physical strength.

This time, he was prepared, so Ye Feng insisted on burning incense for more than one time.

"Three shields have three chances in total. It takes more than half an hour to raise them before they can be rated as level 3, so you have to hold on to the third shield for at least three quarters of an hour. If you want to score level 2, you need to raise it for an hour."

The middle-aged face shows a color of appreciation, reminding Ye Feng.

Even those candidates can see that middle-aged people don't know the truth. It's not that the yuan force of the boy in front is not good, but he hurried to take the exam before he was promoted for a long time, and he hasn't been able to completely control the change of Yuan force in his body.

It's valuable to be able to lift two shields in a row.

With a bitter smile, Ye Feng nodded. He walked up to the third shield and took a deep breath. The strength of his limbs and bones poured into him. He put his strength through his arms and broke his drink, holding the iron gray shield above his head.

The power as majestic as a mountain rolled down in an instant, making Ye Feng's feet fall slightly into the ground.

"You must survive for more than three quarters of an hour, or you will become a factotum disciple. This... Is too miserable."

Feeling the heavy pressure instilled in his arm, Ye Feng gritted his teeth and insisted.

No one told him that joining the shangchengzongmen requires such a test.

If I didn't happen to be promoted to the eightfold, I wouldn't be proficient in controlling the yuan force in my body. Let alone an hour, I would have no problem lifting for one day or even three days.

At present, we can only break through this level by force with physical strength.

A quarter of an hour later, his arms began to tremble, and drops of sweat trickled down his forehead.

After supporting for two quarters of an hour, Ye Feng's legs trembled. It had to be said that the weight of millions of kilograms was too terrible.

Just after the third quarter of an hour, he threw the shield back to the ground.

After taking a few breaths, Ye Feng felt normal.

Without the blessing of Yuan force, the power that the body can burst out is extremely limited. If you can do it like Ye Feng, I'm afraid you have to reach the physical strength that the general semi saint should have.

"Well..."

The middle-aged man who nodded faintly seemed to be noncommittal. The general eight levels of virtual environment can also reach the three-level scoring standard. Ye Feng's achievement can only be said to be quite general.

Some are not in line with the strength of those who compete in the city.

Of course, Yuan Li's control is OK. After all, a warrior who has just entered the next level can easily break the balance of water and fire attributes in the shield and break the shield, but the little guy did it.

But he didn't know that Ye Feng didn't use yuan force at all. How could he break the internal yuan force balance?

Reaching out to the first shield, the middle-aged man removed the residual yuan force. When he was about to announce his achievements, his face suddenly sank.

"Little fellow, although you have persisted for half an hour, but..."

"The inside of the first shield has been damaged. It could have reached level 3, but now it can only be reduced. Since you are a disciple in the city and the shield is only slightly damaged, your compensation will be exempted."

With some regret in his eyes, the middle-aged man turned and announced: "Ye Feng, grade 4!"

The old man in green shirt looked tight and couldn't help but say: "host song..."

"Sorry."

"Trial is trial. His level can only be level 4. He has to start with the factotum disciple."

The middle-aged man looked back at the old man in green shirt and said in a deep voice: "however, he just broke into the next level and showed a good ability of Yuan force control. Then... Enter the land yuan sect."

As soon as he said this, there was an uproar around him.

"What a joke. The score is only level 4. How can you enter diyuanzong?"

"I seem to remember that the disciples who have passed the city comparison over the years should have at least three levels."

"It's not fair... The three levels in front can only go to Beijian Pavilion..."

The taunts followed one wave after another. Those disciples who failed to enter the two sects of heaven and earth shot disgusting eyes in their eyes, and strong jealousy haunted their hearts.

Diyuan sect is the fifth grade sect. A floor sweeper is rarer than those apprentices of the fourth grade sect and even outside disciples. Countless people broke their heads and wanted to squeeze in.

"Silence, who dares to speak more, exempt from the test qualification!"

Anger appeared on his face. The middle-aged man snorted. Many martial artists immediately shut up, but the sarcasm in his eyes did not decrease.

Turning from his amazement, Ye Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head. After a faint bow to the middle-aged man, he turned and left the square directly.

"The test continues. Next year, Chengze is ready..."

The middle-aged man walked to the second shield to erase the residual yuan force. However, when he put the iron gray shield on his palm, he was as calm as water, and his face suddenly burst into a bit of surprise.

"This... How can there be no trace of Yuan force?"

"Is it true that the boy was lifted up with physical strength?"

His face suddenly changed, and he quickly walked to the third shield. When he dropped his hand, he still couldn't feel the fluctuation of Yuan force.

"Good boy, I've presided over the test for so many years. It's the first time I've seen someone who doesn't use yuan force but only uses physical strength to test iron shield. This... Looks out of sight and gives him too low a score."

With an incredible look in his eyes, the middle-aged man quickly turned his head and looked at the direction where Ye Feng left.

It's not a good achievement to lift three shields for more than half an hour. However, it is absolutely rare in the world to do this by physical strength alone.

Not to mention the first level, even if it is a direct escort into Tianyuan sect, it can afford it.

Unfortunately, Ye Feng's figure had already disappeared at the corner, and he could not call it back and re rank it.

Just... Make mistakes.

……

For all this, Ye Feng naturally didn't know, but left the test hall with a slight regret. As soon as the front foot stepped out, the green shirt old man of the back foot everything hall caught up.

"Cough, young people don't need to be discouraged. One day, Miss LAN takes care of her. Even if she joins the ordinary four grade sect, she can prosper. What's more, di Yuanzong is a genuine five grade sect."

The old man in green shirt didn't expect that the martial artist who miss Tianlan specially mentioned only got a level 4 score, and his face was a little embarrassed.

However, host song somehow gave himself some thin noodles and let him enter the Diyuan sect.

"Gold can shine everywhere. I can afford this failure. Thank you for your comfort."

Ye Feng smiled and wiped out the loss in his heart. Then he bowed to the old man and turned around to leave.

"Wait..."