The originally noisy and noisy school grounds suddenly fell into a dead silence.
In Ye Fan's consciousness, the pages of the ancient book "Shang" were flipping. He found the three martial arts "Basic Three" and started the martial arts performance. A faint light immediately appeared on the divine book.
Ye Fan felt that he had entered a magical and mysterious realm the moment he activated the 'Martial God's Martial Arts'.
"Basic footwork!"
Ye Fan took a step forward.
"Hoo!"
His footwork was as nimble as a spiritual crane flying among the misty clouds thousands of miles high in the sky, his movements vaguely visible. His entire body instantly became elusive and his figure was blurry, making it impossible for the enemy to determine where he was.
"This~is this basic footwork?"
"How is it more mysterious than high-level footwork?"
"The martial arts students with the best footwork among the top ten junior martial arts academies can only perform footwork less than one thousandth of this."
Countless young martial arts students were deeply shocked at this moment, their eyes widened, and there was a burst of wonder deep in their hearts.
That kind of magic has reached an extreme.
Even martial arts students who have never practiced footwork were mesmerized by the sight.
The five instructors looked surprised, their expressions changed drastically, and they straightened their bodies involuntarily.
This kind of basic footwork cannot be mastered by just practicing. It must be practiced with all your strength. Only the best warriors can practice basic martial arts to a level close to this level later, but it is only close.
"Basic boxing skills!"
Ye Fan punched.
"boom!"
The fist is like a drop of mercury, falling on the red plate, splashing up, smooth and agile, and there is an indescribable magical power contained in it.
This punch has a light charm, but contains terrifying explosive power, enough to launch a flawless fatal blow to the enemy.
This punch caused the pupils of almost all the young martial arts students and teachers to shrink sharply. His heart was in sharp spasm and pumping blood, as if he was instinctively afraid that this punch would fall on him.
"Dang!"
Ye Fan kicked in the air.
There was no difference in torque, and one strike cut off a flying centimeter. His legs seemed to be the measuring law of heaven and earth, measuring the heaven and earth. No matter how agile your movements are, you can't escape this blow.
All the young martial arts students and examiners stared at Ye Fan in horror, holding their breath and concentrating, not daring to miss any detail.
Desperately trying to absorb the essence of that moment and improve myself.
If they miss it, they may regret it for life.
One step!
One punch!
One leg!
The simplest "Basic Three" martial arts.
In Ye Fan's demonstration, everything was so casual and easy to pick up, but it made people feel that it was natural and reached the ultimate level of the three basic items.
This is not like a basic martial skill at all, but it is perfect to the extreme, almost a miracle.
Even masters of late-stage warriors can only be at a loss when it comes to such moves, unable to determine the secrets contained in any of Ye Fan's basic offense and defense moves.
You can't attack, you can't avoid, you can't hide.
Ye Fan performed a punch, a kick, a step, and three moves in total, and the "Basic Three" martial arts performance was completed.
The whole process takes less than one breath.
He regained control of his body, took a deep breath, and slowly withdrew his moves, his face a little pale.
Activating a 'martial arts performance' almost consumed all his mental strength and physical strength.
No wonder Shang repeatedly warned him not to activate martial arts higher than the basic level. Just the simplest "Three Basics" made him almost exhausted. If a Martial God who activates a more advanced martial arts skill performs martial arts, he may run out of energy and blood and faint on the spot.
Ye Fan swayed slightly, but still gritted his teeth, held on, and waited for the examiner's verdict. If points were deducted for fainting, it would be a waste of this martial arts performance.
The school grounds were filled with darkness and heads, and there was silence.
Their eyes widened, their mouths opened wide, and they were shocked.
The martial arts students and examiners seemed to have followed Ye Fan unconsciously through a fierce life-and-death battle, and they were all dripping with sweat, as if they were fished out of the water.
The various martial arts skills displayed by thousands of martial arts students in the examination room were all overshadowed by Ye Fan's martial arts performance.
Those who had uttered wild words, chuckled and ridiculed before, all turned red and felt ashamed of themselves.
Compared with Ye Fan's amazing basic martial arts, their martial arts can only be described as clumsy and smeared, and they are completely different.
This is the most shocking martial arts demonstration they have ever seen in their lives, and it is also an entry-level "Basic Three" demonstration.
Their eyes were full of admiration and intoxication. Just like a drunkard who is addicted to alcohol, he is as happy and happy as he is drunk in a vat of peerless wine.
After a long time, someone in the crowd finally woke up.
Soon, there was an uproar.
"Oh my God! Are my eyes blurry? He has actually cultivated such a low-level martial skill as the "Basic Three Elements" to the point of 'turning decay into magic'!"
"This is the tenth realm, the divine realm! The highest realm that any martial art can reach is the tenth realm of divine realm! This is a realm that can turn decay into magic!"
"It has been hundreds of years since our Canglan Kingdom, and no one has practiced basic martial arts to the level of a god. The latest one is a Lord Martial King!"
"I have always looked down on the "Three Basics" and thought it was something only martial arts disciples should learn. I just found out today. Even entry-level martial arts, once you reach the tenth realm of god-level, it will be difficult to lift your hands and feet. The power of imagination."
"Who is he? Which martial arts genius?"
"He is Ye Fan! A martial arts student from Nanchen Martial Arts Academy!"
"After the assessment is over, I must ask him for advice! Ask him to guide me on how to practice martial arts!"
The eyes of thousands of warriors around him flashed with admiration and desire.
They are all martial arts students from the top ten martial arts schools, and most of them pursue a higher realm of martial arts. How could you not be tempted when you meet a martial arts genius?
"Don't you know, he is from Nanchen Martial Arts Academy and is my classmate! His name is Ye Fan, he has always been very..."
A martial arts student proudly showed off to the martial arts students around him.
However, he soon became embarrassed. Apart from knowing Ye Fan's name, he had the impression that Ye Fan's strength was extremely weak, and he could not remember any of Ye Fan's outstanding deeds.
In the class, Ye Fan has always been an unknown and mediocre person, inconspicuous.
Except in the last class yesterday, Ye Fan exposed the weaknesses of Zhao Xing, Jiang Weiyun and others.
"Examiner Zhao, how do we score?!"
An assistant examiner asked the examiner Zhao Yiming in shock.
The examiner Zhao Yiming suddenly thought of something, his expression suddenly changed and he became gloomy.
In this year's martial arts assessment of the Ten Academy Joint Examinations, Zhao Feiyang, a direct descendant of their wealthy Zhao family, will also participate.
Zhao Feiyang is very hopeful to win the first place in the martial arts department in the joint entrance examination of the government and college, but this amazing talent like Ye Fanheng comes out of nowhere, I'm afraid... something bad will happen.
"According to the scoring regulations, martial arts can be scored into ten proficiency levels. When martial arts practice reaches the tenth level, that is a full score of 100 points! There are three basic martial arts skills in total, three full points!"
Even if they use the most critical eyes to find faults, they can't find any flaws. The martial arts in this realm are extremely beautiful, far beyond their ability to judge with their eyes.
"But in the hundreds of years of history of the joint examination of the ten colleges of Luyang Prefecture, no one has ever given a perfect score! If we give a perfect score, will other candidates have any objections?"
One of the assistant examiners said worriedly.
Another assistant examiner said excitedly, "That's because in the joint examination of the ten colleges of Luyang Mansion, no martial arts student has ever practiced martial arts to the tenth level! Admit this martial arts student and report the matter to Dean Mu. That's A great achievement!"
Several other examiners were shocked and suddenly woke up.
yes!
The academy has recruited a young man with such outstanding martial arts talent. Dean Mu Fengshan is in a happy mood and will definitely reward them, so why bother with a little criticism.
The examiner Zhao Yiming's expression changed several times, he hesitated to speak, but in the end he did not object.
Although he is an examiner, he is only one of the five examiners in this martial arts examination room.
Just now, almost all the candidates and examiners witnessed with their own eyes the miraculous martial arts displayed by Ye Fan. It was useless for him to object in a hurry.
"It's just that his cultivation level is too low. He is only a first-level warrior! Is he suitable to enter Luyang Mansion?"
"So what, as long as his total score reaches the admission score of the Luyang Mansion's martial arts department!"
Several examiners nodded one after another and quickly made unanimous scores.
"Ye Fan from Nanchen Martial Arts School has reached the tenth level in the "Basic Three" boxing, kicking, and footwork. Three hundred points in three martial arts! One hundred points in cultivation. The total score is four hundred points!"
The assistant examiner who announced the scores had not yet finished speaking.
Ye Fan suddenly felt that his energy and blood had reached a bottleneck, and he had an uncontrollable urge to explode. His bones crackled softly, feeling extremely comfortable.
"Warrior level two!"
Ye Fan looked surprised and suddenly punched a six-inch practice stake erected in the examination area.
"boom!"
The fist wind roared violently, and the wooden stake was broken with a click.
One punch struck with a force of two hundred kilograms, which was a symbol of the second level of a warrior.
Ye Fan couldn't help being surprised.
His talent is very weak and he has been trapped at the peak of the warrior level for three years. He practiced hard in Nanchen Martial Arts Academy and tried every means, but he couldn't make it to the top.
Unexpectedly, in the examination room, I launched a superb "Martial Arts Performance", which actually stimulated the limits of every part of my body, and broke through the warriors who had restrained me for three years in one fell swoop.
"Damn! He actually broke through a level of cultivation during the exam and directly increased his cultivation level by 100 points. He is so enviable!"
"He is indeed a miracle boy!"
The many young martial arts students who were watching were dumbfounded and startled.
When the examiner who announced the scores saw this scene, he was stunned for a while. He had achieved a breakthrough in cultivation in the examination room, but it was rare to see him in decades.
"Correction, Ye Fan from Nanchen Martial Arts Academy, the total score of the martial arts department is 500 points!"
The assistant examiner immediately changed his mind.
"The score is determined!"
Ye Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. With this score, he was definitely admitted to the Fuyuan Academy. He suppressed the excitement and excitement in his heart and calmly turned around and left the assessment area.
Although breaking through the second level of the warrior made him feel comfortable, the mental and physical energy he had consumed could not be replenished. He was very sleepy and wanted to go home early and take a nap.
The martial arts students around him all moved out of the way, and respectfully sent him off with their eyes full of admiration and admiration.
"Impossible! How can this guy Ye Fan's total score be so high??"
Zhao Xing had been frightened for a long time. He looked as if he had seen a ghost and retreated continuously.
Ye Fan's 500 points in the martial arts department were actually twice as high as his 269 points. You know, he, Zhao Xing, is the twenty-third graduate of Nanchen Martial Arts Academy and the strongest in martial arts.
This score made him feel scared.
Ye Fan is no longer the little martial artist who could be bullied by him. After seeing the martial arts skills that Ye Fan showed just now, he realizes that he is no match for Ye Fan at all.
"Ye Fan is actually so strong. In other words, in the past three years in the martial arts academy, he has been pretending to be a weakling and letting others bully him, just for this moment of explosion! This guy actually pretended to be a weakling and swallowed his anger for three whole years. He doesn't fight back when he is hit or scolded, this person is too scary!"
Zhao Xing was so frightened that his teeth were trembling.
Thinking of the bet he made with Ye Fan before, and if he lost the bet that he would learn to bark like a dog, his face suddenly turned red, and he immediately got into the crowd to get out of Ye Fan's sight, and wanted to run away dejectedly.
Ye Fan caught a glimpse of Zhao Xing's back turning around and trying to slip away, and suddenly said softly: "Zhao Xing! What did you swear to me just now? Why are you betting with me? I have nothing else, and my memory is still very good."
Zhao Xing froze immediately, not daring to move even half a step.
He was now very frightened of Ye Fan. With the footwork Ye Fan showed, he couldn't run away even if he wanted to.
When he thought that Ye Fan had endured the humiliation and bear the burden for three years, he suddenly exploded in the examination room, causing a sensation among the top ten martial arts schools in Luyang Prefecture. This fierce force made his heart feel cold.
Even if he had ten courages, he would not dare to offend such a ruthless person.
"Woof!"
Zhao Xing suppressed his blush, and finally let out a quick cry of shame and hurriedly ran away.
"Why doesn't he act like a good person and instead barks like a dog?"
Some martial arts students were puzzled.
Immediately, some martial arts students from Nanchen Martial Academy told what happened before. When Zhao Xing made a bet with Ye Fan before, there were many onlookers.
"So that's what it is, you're really humiliating yourself!"
"You didn't even consider your own weight, and you actually dared to provoke Mark!"
The warriors looked at Zhao Xing who had fled with contempt and sympathy, mixed with a little pity.
Zhao Xing was despised by countless eyes. He was ashamed and ashamed. He squeezed out of the crowd in a panic and gnashed his teeth in hatred for Ye Fan.