My transformed system is poisonous

Chapter 45 Test results (please vote for recommendation~)

The stout man stepped onto the high platform, stretched his muscles and bones, bowed his waist, and slowly made fists. Veins popped out on his arms, which were thicker than ordinary people's thighs!

"drink!"

With a loud shout, the strong man punched suddenly!

"Peng!"

There was a muffled sound, and the strong man's fist sank into the stone, almost half of it being engulfed.

The strong man retracted his fist and took two steps back in a daze.

"How can this be?"

The black-armored soldier on the side took out a measuring ruler, measured the depth of the fist mark, and announced indifferently: "Two inches and four points, unqualified, next one."

The strong man walked down the platform in despair, still muttering impossibly.

There was a burst of incredible discussion all around. This man looked like he must have hundreds of kilograms of strength. How could he make such a shallow fist mark?

Shi Lan took all this in his eyes and was not surprised at all. Although the man just now was tall and strong, he was still a mortal after all. He was not proficient in martial arts at all. He could not use his strength in one place. This punch could bring out its full potential. Sixty-seven out of ten times the power is pretty good.

Judging from the man's body shape and the strength of his punch, the punch just now had a force of at least two hundred kilograms, equivalent to that of a warrior at the second level of the Body Tempering Realm, but it only left a hole of more than two inches deep. of fist print.

Based on this calculation, to meet the requirements of the demon-suppressing army, at least it requires strength above the fifth level of the body tempering realm.

After the strong man stepped down, another strong man with a similar stature came up to the high platform. This man's punch was much weaker than that of the strong man, leaving only an inch-nine-inch deep fist mark.

This is obviously lower than the minimum requirement Nie Yangze just set.

The two black-armored soldiers didn't wait for the middle-aged man to speak. They stepped forward, pushed the middle-aged man down, took a long board from under the stage, and hit the middle-aged man with ten large boards.

After the ten boards passed, the man's back was covered in blood and flesh, and he could not move. He was carried down by several companions.

After this, the fire in the hearts of everyone around him that was ignited by the gold brick was extinguished a lot.

While everyone was looking left and right, a lean man, about 27 or 27 years old, walked to the high platform. Without even taking the steps, he jumped straight onto the high platform that was nearly ten feet high.

The mortals around him were all amazed when they saw this scene, and the eyes of a few warriors also tightened and became cautious.

The man walked up to the stone, arched his waist and stretched his muscles. His bones suddenly made a series of explosions, like thunder!

"Drink!"

The man let out a long roar, tightened his fingers, flashed his fist, and then a roaring sound broke through the air!

"puff!"

Everyone around them felt their eyes blurred as the lean man's forearm sank deeply into the stone.

The man retracted his arm and took a long breath. A stream of gray air visible to the naked eye came out of his mouth. The air flow shot out nearly a foot away before slowly dissipating.

"Seven inches and five points, passed." The black-armored soldier announced the result and raised his hand to signal the man to go to the wooden case to register.

"Name?"

"Yanshan."

…

After Yan Shan, a dozen more warriors came on stage, but only a few qualified. Besides Yan Shan, the deepest fist marks left by the other qualified ones were only six inches and two points.

There were a few mortals who tried to fish in troubled waters, but without exception, they all suffered.

Yan Shan and other warriors who passed the test stood at the door of the city lord's mansion with their arms folded, looking at the high platform from a distance. Every time a tester came on the stage, they would quietly discuss and exchange their opinions.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Shi Lan squeezed out of the crowd and walked up the steps to the high platform.

Seeing Shi Lan take the stage, all the warriors expressed their opinions one after another.

"His footsteps are disorganized, his landing is weak, and his grip on the ground is unstable. He is obviously a mortal."

"The tendons are soft, the actions are sloppy, and he is a lucky person."

"It is inevitable that money and silk will move people's hearts."

Most of the warriors glanced at it, shook their heads, and then looked away without interest.

Yan Shan looked at Shi Lan quietly, suddenly frowning slightly, as if he had discovered something, and his expression became serious.

Shi Lan walked to the stone and stood still. After weighing it in his mind, he raised his right arm, clenched his fingers tightly, and hit the stone with a straight punch without any fancy.

This punch left Shi Lan with three points of force. The moment his fist came into contact with the stone, Shi Lan felt as if he was sinking into the mire, and the force in his fist began to drain away rapidly.

The force on the fist was soon completely removed. Shi Lan looked at the small part of his forearm that was submerged in the stone. He felt a little unsure as to whether it had reached the five-inch depth requirement.

After a moment's thought, Shi Lan added another two points of strength, and his already stagnant forearm sank again.

The black-armored soldier who was about to step forward to measure the depth of the fist mark saw this scene and glanced at Shi Lan in surprise.

Shi Lan retracted his arm and took two steps back.

The black-armored soldier stepped forward, checked the depth of the fist mark, and announced: "Seven inches and nine points, passed."

Hearing this, all the warriors in the audience looked at each other in embarrassment.

Yan Shan's expression was solemn. He noticed Shi Lan's movements just now. The power of the fist was exhausted. The force required to push forward again and making such a deep fist mark with one punch were completely different concepts. The person on the stage punched The strength can be imagined.

"Name?"

"Shi Lan."

"Where do you live now?"

…

After registering the basic information, the black-armored soldier pointed to the door of the City Lord's Mansion, "Wait there. City Lord Nie will have something to say to you later, and the bounty will be given to you when the time comes."

Shi Lan followed her words and walked to the door of the City Lord's Mansion to stand. What made her feel a little strange was that as soon as she came over, the group of warriors took a few steps away and distanced themselves from her.

Soon, fewer and fewer people took to the stage for the test, and in the end there was no one left. In the end, there were only twenty-six people, including Shi Lan, who passed the test.

Among the twenty-six people, the one with the deepest fist mark was a man in black robes who was about forty years old and had a strong breath. The nine-seven-inch deep fist mark left the others far behind.

The second ranked one is Shi Lan, and after Shi Lan is Yan Shan. Except for the three of them, none of the other warriors' fist seals are deeper than seven inches.

After confirming that no one was going to take the stage, several black-armored soldiers began to pack up the things on the high platform.

A black-armored soldier walked up to the warriors and said, "Follow me." Then he turned around and opened the door of the City Lord's Mansion.

The warriors filed in and followed the black-armored soldiers into the city lord's mansion.

Shi Lan took a look at the surrounding environment. The walls of the city lord's mansion were about the same height as those in Shi's mansion, and the layout of the environment was not far different.

Following the black-armored soldiers, everyone soon arrived at a main hall.

The door of the main hall was open. After entering the main hall, everyone saw Nie Yangze sitting on the high seat.

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