The Heavens: Starting from Smiling Proudly, All People Cultivate Immortals

Chapter 137 The second level of mountaineering, asking the sword to test the heart monument

These days, those who are capable or not, all like to use fists and kung fu.

There are not many people who use weapons.

The young man who jumped out was naturally the same.

"Family-inherited fist, please teach me treasure!"

The young man stretched his arms and performed a series of moves on the spot, then cupped his fists and bowed to the Wenjian Monument.

The name of this sword-seeking stele is Asking Sword, but in fact it is not picky about all kinds of martial arts weapons, it is just a tool for testing talent.

The young man has one arm, and the two arms are the same front and back, like a long spear. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that the young man's through-arm boxing has been practiced seven or eight times.

I saw the young man's eyes changing from lazy to sharp in an instant. He ran three steps and two, the old horse rushed into the groove, and without making a sound, he punched the sky with a cannon and hit the sword-asking monument.

The black stone tablet suspended in mid-air remained motionless as if it had taken root, making the young man feel like he had been hit by a hammer.

But the cool feeling from the hard black stone tablet is real.

Immediately afterwards, the boy's eyes lit up.

At the bottom of the stele, the red tongue of flame gradually rose, and in the middle of the flame, a spiral sword inserted obliquely could be vaguely seen.

The flames burned more and more intensely, and the flames continued to rise, gradually covering half of the spiral sword's body.

Even the part of the sword that was not scorched by the flames began to turn red.

But there is still a distance from the flame-like sword of the spiral sword.

If the ignited flame fails to burn the sword, it means less than [-]%, and the young man has failed.

Such a result is obviously unacceptable for young people.

"how can that be!"

People from the Chunyang Palace of the Xiaoyao School don't mention it, they only talk about that in the Jianghu, except for the masters who have already become famous, the young people ask themselves that their boxing strength is no worse than anyone else.

But even though it was a blow with all its strength, only half of the steles were not lit up. This is too unacceptable.

"Let me do it again!"

There were three chances in total, and the boy used the second chance without hesitation.

This time the young man had stored up his energy for a longer period of time, and he punched his arms one by one, which seemed like he was going to make a big move.

If Li Buyan saw it, he might ask, are you just being passive?

How many skills can trigger a strengthening effect?
Although it is a bit of a joke, many martial arts do have similar effects.

In the process of continuously performing moves, let the internal force be as active as possible, so that it can exert greater power.

This is also the reason why many people can't use the big move as soon as they come up.

The internal strength is not active enough, so I can only throw a few small skills to warm up.

A true master can control his internal power as he pleases, so general ultimate moves don't need to be warmed up.

But this young man obviously hasn't reached this level yet.

His warm-up time is a bit long.

But no one was impatient, and they also wanted to know what the standard of the stele was.

The young man finally threw his second punch.

With this punch, even the stone tablet remained motionless, but the onlookers could see the boy's strength.

Just this one punch, as long as he doesn't die, the lowest level in the world in the future will be the strength of an eminent monk of the Xuan family.

But it was such a young man, such a punch that everyone recognized could only light up half of the stele with flames.

More than [-]%, but less than [-]%.

The boy shook his head in disbelief, "Impossible, impossible! This is absolutely not true!"

The hysterical boy was about to throw his third punch, but was stopped by Mei Jian before his fist landed on the stone tablet.

"Swinging punches indiscriminately will only waste your last chance. If you can pass the rank of god, it proves that you have a strong mind. Why don't you think about the problem?"

Being blocked by Mei Jian, the boy calmed down a little.

He could have passed the rank of God, and the boy is not such a person who loses his composure easily.

But after the first level was so difficult, spiritual energy dropped from the sky again. The two kinds of happiness combined made it impossible for the young man to accept the result that he was eliminated in the second level.

If Mei Jian hadn't stopped him, the boy's fate might have been very different.

But now, the young man who had calmed down began to use his brain again, carefully recalling every move of the examiner in this round.

Thinking about it carefully, there seems to be no hint at all in the examiner's words.

The boy was a little nervous.

Meanwhile, others are getting ready to face the test.

Mei Jian reminded again: "None of the three barriers of Chunyang Palace is simple, I advise you not to take it lightly, it's just a dessert before a meal.

I hope you can keep calm, and if someone loses his composure like this young hero, no one will stop him.

Three opportunities have been exhausted, and those who fail the test, please go down the mountain by yourself. "

The rest not only did not feel afraid, but eager to try.

Although it is indeed difficult, everyone has an enigmatic self-confidence.

After all, whoever has gone through that kind of illusion test, and has the courage to spread the fire, must not lack courage.

Even the fire has spread, isn't that the protagonist of Destiny?

Although the aborigines of Tianlong do not have the concept of a protagonist, this does not prevent them from thinking that they are different.

"I come!"

Another person stood up.

There are many people who are determined and have a clear goal in ascending the rank of gods. The chances of such people passing the ranks of gods are quite high.

Of course, this is also because Jiumozhi was the only one who fully fired on the ninety-nine and eighty-one stone steps, otherwise at least two-thirds of the people present to accept the test would have been reduced.

It was also a young man who stood up.

Even the entire team that passed the first level was dominated by young people.

They still have dreams in their hearts, they have not been obliterated by reality, their blood has not cooled down, and they are also the group of people who are the easiest to pass the rank of God.

The young man was holding a wrought iron rod, and the muscles under his clothes were faintly bulging, obviously a powerful one.

He danced the stick flower with a stick, apparently having learned the lesson of the previous person, and prepared to make a big move with the first blow.

Smash Huashan!

There is a very common move in the stick method, simple and plain, but powerful.

The iron rod smashed on the stone tablet, the young man's mouth shook, and the iron rod came out, but the stone tablet remained motionless, like a mountain.

The flames burned from the bottom of the stele, quickly devoured [-]% of the stele, and then gradually slowed down.

Fifty percent, sixty percent, sixty percent!

When it reached [-]%, it seemed that there was a barrier preventing the flame from continuing to rise. The tongue of flame kept rushing through the [-]% limit, but it was still unable to truly break through.

The challenger's palms were still numb from the shock. He stared at the flames on the stele gradually disappearing, knowing that he had failed to challenge the stele for the first time.

But with the experience of his predecessors, he can still stabilize his mentality.

Not in a hurry to try the challenge for the second time, he walked slowly over to pick up the iron rod, bowed to the examiners and said, "Please allow the disciple to think for a moment before trying the challenge again."

Su Xinghe nodded, and replied: "There is nothing wrong with it, the next one."

No one took the initiative to step forward, and they were all thinking about what to do.

The strength of the first two challengers was not considered weak in the team, and they even ranked in the forefront, but they both failed.

At some point, everyone's eyes were on Chen Ziping.

Chen Ziping walked out of the queue slowly, without making a sound, not surprised by honor or disgrace.

Holding the scabbard in his left hand across his chest, holding the hilt in his right hand and pulling it out forcefully, with a flick of his wrist, the long sword pointed obliquely at the stone tablet, and said: "Huashan, Chen Ziping."

(End of this chapter)