At the martial arts training ground of Luyang Mansion, there were five chief examiners and dozens of assistant examiners invigilating the exam. They will personally assess each candidate's martial arts strength, including martial arts cultivation and martial arts level.
There are five teams of candidates taking the exam at the same time, so the assessment speed is not slow.
The assessment team continues to move forward, and it is almost the turn of Ye Fan, Zhao Xing and others.
Zhao Xing turned his eyes slyly a few times and said with a smile, "Ye Fan, it's too boring for us to take the assessment like this. How about we play something interesting? Let's take a gamble?"
"Oh, how to bet?"
Ye Fan frowned.
He didn't want to talk to Zhao Xing at first, but the fly Zhao Xing always jumped out and buzzed nearby. He wanted to slap Zhao Xing away.
"Let's make a bet to see who gets the higher score from the examiner's martial arts department! Whoever loses will bark like a dog in public! Of course, if you think you're a coward and don't want to take a gamble, I won't force you. You. Let's talk about it!"
Zhao Xing had a hint of mischief on his lips, narrowed his eyes and smiled, and said to the few followers around him, Wu Sheng.
"That is!"
"Ye Fan, you were so impressive in class yesterday, won't you suddenly become a coward now?"
"Just compete with Brother Xing. Let us also see your 'superior' basic martial arts."
Several of the surrounding martial arts students were excitedly making noises, fearing that Ye Fan would not be willing to gamble.
Ye Fan hesitated for a moment and asked the ancient book "Shang" in his heart, "Shang, do I want to bet with him?" '
'I bet, once you activate the 'Martial God's Martial Arts', will you still lose to such a waste of a second-level warrior? You can use the "Three Basics" martial arts in a moment and destroy him! '
Shang said disdainfully, obviously disapproving of Zhao Xing.
"good!"
Ye Fan agreed in a deep voice.
He didn't know much about how effective the "Martial God's Martial Arts" in "Shang" would be.
But since Shang was completely sure, he took the gamble.
"Quiet——! It's your turn, prepare for the assessment!"
In front of the team, in front of the examination table, were several examiners, one of whom came over with a glare.
The group of young martial arts students fell silent immediately, not daring to talk nonsense.
"Zhao Xing! It's your turn to play."
"exist!"
"Today I will let you all see what superb intermediate sword skills are!"
Zhao Xing gave a long smile to the martial arts students.
Holding a long sword, he proudly stepped into the assessment area in front, bowed his hands to the five chief and deputy examiners, and said energetically, "Student Zhao Xing of Nanchen Martial Arts Academy, I have met several examiners!"
The five examiners nodded with satisfaction.
Zhao Xing is a second-level martial artist. He has a tall body, good bones, and strong energy and blood. He is a good martial arts seedling. His hands are full of calluses and he practices martial arts diligently. It seems that his sword skills should also be good.
The examiner, Zhao Yiming, even showed a kind smile.
How could he not recognize a branch disciple of the Zhao clan in Luyang Mansion?
I'll add a few more points later.
After a brief self-introduction, Zhao Xing first chopped off a six-inch thick hardwood stake with one hand, and then began to show off his martial arts skills.
"Intermediate swordsmanship "Thirteen Swords of the Inclined Moon"!"
Zhao Xing stood still, shouted, and his whole body momentum suddenly changed. His whole body was like an unsheathed sword, exuding a compelling sharp aura.
The young warriors around him were shocked and felt a chill coming from the sword's edge. They all took a few steps back to avoid being hurt by the sharp energy.
"The first form, dragon looking at the moon!"
Zhao Xing held the hilt of the sword with both hands and suddenly raised the sword tip.
A sword thrust out, the movement is like a dragon emerging from the water, looking up at the moon in the sky.
A bit of cold light shines on the tip of the sword, and the sharp energy almost comes out of the sword.
"Yes, Not Bad!"
Many examiners looked at each other frequently and nodded in appreciation.
This move of Zhao Xing's has been practiced to the realm of fire and innocence, which is considered very good.
"Brother Xing is good at swordsmanship!"
"This mid-level swordsmanship is really powerful when it comes out. Not only is it full of fighting spirit, but it is also a very cunning and cruel move, which is completely unexpected by the enemy."
"Zhao Xing is indeed a member of the Zhao family of Luyang Prefecture. Even if he is a side branch, he should not be underestimated!"
When the dozens of young martial arts students around saw this scene, they all screamed and looked envious.
Young martial arts students in junior martial arts academies can generally only learn basic martial arts and primary martial arts.
Only a very small number of martial arts students from wealthy families have the money to buy mid-level and high-level martial arts runes and learn mid-level and high-level martial arts.
In terms of power, mid-level martial arts are naturally far superior to elementary and basic martial arts.
Zhao Xing heard the screams and envy around him, and was encouraged and energetic. His strength is quite outstanding among the young people, so there is no need to belittle him secretly.
A series of exquisite sword moves were performed like flowing water. The moves were gorgeous and extremely sharp.
This set of swordsmanship attracted the attention of more martial arts students around to watch the swordsmanship being performed.
Zhao Xing's strength has been exerted to its maximum limit until he has used the seventh sword technique "Han Xing Chasing the Moon". He thrust out the sword with all his strength, but he couldn't hold it back, and the sword almost fell out of his hand.
Many martial arts students who were in the same class with Zhao Xing were secretly surprised when they saw this scene. It seemed that Ye Fan was indeed right. There was indeed something wrong with Zhao Xing's swordsmanship training.
"pity!"
The examiner Zhao Yiming sighed and shook his head secretly.
Zhao Xing was blushing and panting, sheathed his sword, calmed down the energy that was almost boiling in his body, and stopped.
Several examiners discussed each other in low voices for a while and made their scores: "Zhao Xing of Nanchen Martial Arts Academy, the scores are as follows, cultivation level is 200 points, sword skill is 69 points. Total martial arts department assessment score: 260 Nineteen points!"
"Brother Xing is great!"
"Congratulations, Brother Xing. With such swordsmanship, it will be easy to be admitted to the martial arts department of the academy!"
"The martial arts score is actually as high as sixty-nine! If my martial arts could reach sixty, I would be thankful."
Some of the martial arts students around burst into applause. They were extremely excited and applauded one after another.
The rules for Luyang Mansion's martial arts department assessment are very simple. The total score is the cultivation score plus the martial skill score.
To judge a warrior's cultivation level, just look at the wooden stakes.
A warrior of the first level has a strength of about a hundred kilograms and can break a three-inch thick hardwood with one hand. A warrior at the second level is about 200 kilograms, and can cut through six villages of hardwood with one hand... By analogy, a warrior at the ninth level can have a terrifying strength of up to 900 kilograms, and can chop through 27 inches of thick hardwood with one hand, which is powerful enough to kill a head. Fierce tigers and wild bulls.
A warrior's level of cultivation is one hundred points, and each level of cultivation increases by one hundred points.
Zhao Xing's strength is 200 kilograms, reaching the second level of warrior, so it is 200 points.
The scoring of martial arts moves is more complicated. It is mainly determined according to the realm of cultivation. There are ten realms in total.
Any number of martial arts will do, and the martial arts scores can be accumulated.
But each discipline must reach the sixth realm, with a score of sixty or more, to be counted in the cumulative martial arts results.
It is extremely difficult to get a high score of more than 60 in any martial skill.
Candidates can generally only practice one martial skill.
A few geniuses can practice two disciplines at the same time. How to maximize scores depends on the candidates themselves to weigh the pros and cons.
Zhao Xing's sword skill of sixty-nine points is by no means low.
"Thank you all examiners!"
Zhao Xing's face was rosy and he felt refreshed.
He is also very satisfied with this score.
Today, I did not perform abnormally due to nervousness. Instead, I showed my strength steadily. Unfortunately, I still couldn't control the seventh sword, which lowered my score.
However, the total score of 267 points in the martial arts department is enough for him to be admitted to the martial arts department of Luyang Prefecture.
"Ye Fan, it's your turn to take the exam!"
Zhao Xing was so proud that he turned to look at Ye Fan playfully, then lowered his voice and sneered, "Remember the bet we made, if your score is not as high as mine, you have to imitate the dog in front of everyone." Scream!"
"Brother Xing, Ye Fan is only a level one martial artist, and his cultivation points are a hundred points less than yours. His martial arts points can't even reach sixty points. What else does he need to compete with? Hurry up and learn how to bark like a dog! "
Several of Zhao Xing's followers laughed one after another and started to laugh.
Of course, Ye Fan knew that he was a first-level warrior, and his total score was a full hundred points lower than Zhao Xing from the beginning, and he didn't look good.
He must face the joint examination of the top ten martial arts schools.
If you succeed, you will jump up and continue striding towards the higher peak of martial arts.
If he fails, he will sink into dust and become a mediocre citizen in Luyang Mansion.
Ye Fan tidied his clothes and walked into the assessment area empty-handed. He looked at the five government examiners and welcomed the moment when his fate would come.
The five middle-aged examiners from the government academy sat in a row and restrained their warm smiles towards a rich man like Zhao Xing.
Each of them had expressionless faces, solemn and solemn.
Holding the evaluation pen, he stared at Ye Fan with harsh and critical eyes, trying to find out every slight problem in Ye Fan, and deducted points mercilessly - selecting the 500 most outstanding candidates from thousands of candidates, and the assessment requirements were naturally strict. Incomparable.
They are like five towering mountains, blocking the path forward of Ye Fan's martial arts.
At this moment, Ye Fan felt an unprecedented pressure that made him almost breathless.
Only then did he understand why martial arts students for so many years would tremble in front of the examiners, look confused, and perform abnormally.
Countless young warriors sprinted towards the mountains, trying to conquer these five mountains, but they all fell in front of these five mountains.
Only by conquering the harsh and critical eyes of these five examiners can you enter Luyang Mansion and enter a wider world.
Ye Fan never dared to hope that he would have the opportunity to overcome this huge hurdle.
But today, he wants to give it a try.
Ye Fan took a deep breath, calmed down, and said to the examiners: "Student, Ye Fan of Nanchen Martial Arts Academy, first level martial artist..."
To be admitted to the top ten junior martial arts academies in Luyang Prefecture, you must reach the martial artist level.
"Okay! You are only a first-level martial artist, so you don't need to split wooden stakes. Let's just start showing off your martial arts."
An examiner was not interested in hearing more of Ye Fan's introduction, so he interrupted directly and asked, "What martial arts skills do you want to show?"
""Basic Three"!"
Ye Fan said immediately.
The three basic items refer to "Basic Boxing Techniques", "Basic Kick Techniques", and "Basic Footwork Techniques", a total of three basic martial arts skills.
Because these three items are compulsory entry-level martial arts skills for all martial arts students, martial arts students often practice them at the same time, and they are collectively called the three basic martial arts skills.
"Three basic martial arts? Can't you use a set of primary martial arts?"
The examiner suddenly frowned.
Theoretically, candidates can use any martial arts, but the "Three Basics" are entry-level martial arts. Martial arts students can only practice them for one or two years at most, and then they will not practice again.
Applying for the top ten junior martial arts academies in Luyang Prefecture, this kind of martial arts is not bad. But now he is promoted to Luyang Mansion, which is a high-level martial arts academy. Using this kind of entry-level martial arts is obviously very inappropriate and lacks the value of judging the level of martial arts.
"But, I only know basic martial arts!"
Ye Fan's face turned red, somewhat ashamed of himself.
During his three years at Nanchen Martial Arts Academy, he had only practiced basic martial arts. If you have a weak foundation and forcefully practice more difficult primary martial arts, you will only be like a tiger but not a dog. He still understands this truth.
"What? You only know basic martial arts, so why are you taking the imperial examination?"
"The martial arts students from Nanchen Martial Academy, one of the top ten martial arts academies in Luyang Mansion, only know entry-level basic martial arts. It's really embarrassing."
Suddenly, the young martial arts students watching around burst into laughter and looked at Ye Fan as if they were looking at an idiot.
Zhao Xing, Jiang Weiyun and the rest looked at Ye Fan's embarrassment with mocking faces.
The five examiners were also disappointed.
"Then you start!"
"No wonder Nanchen Martial Arts Academy has become weaker and weaker over the years. Such a poor martial arts student has the nerve to apply for the Academy. What a waste of time!"
"Master Zhao, it will be my nephew Jiang Weiyun's turn to take the exam soon. Please take care of me later."
"It's easy to say! I have always been fair and selfless, and I will never miss a good seedling."
They each became lazy, drank a cup of tea to moisten their throats, and chatted in low voices, never looking at Mark again.
Ye Fan was very angry, clenched his hands, and his whole body was trembling slightly.
Even if he is weak, you can't despise him like this!
The young martial arts students are like this, and so are the examiners.
"What's wrong? Are you still taking the exam?"
The examiner Zhao Yiming said very impatiently.
'Shang, start 'Martial Arts'! "Basic Three"! '
Ye Fan held back the anger in his heart and took a step forward.
Since they look down on him, let them see what is the real "Basic Three" martial arts, a super powerful state.
The moment you take your steps.
Ye Fan's whole aura completely changed.
Becomes extremely quiet, as quiet as a statue that has stood proudly for thousands of years.
His eyes became deep, ethereal and distant, as if he were standing proudly on the top of the mountain alone, looking into the distant sky.
The sky in the distance also changed, and all the light focused on Ye Fan at this moment.
In this huge martial arts training ground, he is the only figure, and he is the only one performing martial arts.
No one can take away an ounce of his light!
Take this step.
In an instant, the situation changed.
All the young martial arts students in the group, and all the examiners in the group, were shocked and looked at Ye Fan, stiff and unable to turn their heads.
Everyone who saw Ye Fan take that step was shocked and stunned.
This martial art has just started, and the strong aura actually aroused the entire examination room!