Entrance
Not far from the beach, there was a man-made gate at the foot of a hill. Two bold and powerful black characters were carved directly above the gate.
Qin Fen found that the eyes of his companions were filled with admiration as he had expected. This was indeed the location of the Sacred Martial Hall. Even the two "entrances" written above the man-made gate faintly revealed a kind of martial dao concept. The person who wrote these two words was probably at the level of a martial dao grandmaster.
As everyone walked into the cave, they heard the rumbling sound of the cave door behind them. In the blink of an eye, it was closed.
The cave, which was shining with sunlight just now, was plunged into darkness.
There was no light, no sound. Everything was so quiet.
"The second test of the Sacred Martial Three Tests, martial senses in the dark. In the passage in front of you, whether it is the ground or the walls, there are hidden mechanisms. If you can't walk out of the passage safely, you will be disqualified. "
A series of sounds came from all over the cave walls at the same time. Every young martial artist could hear it clearly.
Qin Fen saw Xue Tian beside him with a faint smile on his face. The test of the Sacred Martial Hall was really comprehensive. Not only did it test people's balance and speed, it also tested the vision of martial artists.
A normal person would need 60 lux of light to have a normal visual system. After continuous training, when the true energy gathered in the eyes, martial artists could see things clearly without the need for such a strong lux.
The purity of the true energy often determined how much lux was needed to see things clearly.
The door behind them seemed to be closed tightly, but it still left enough light. Zero point zero two three lux.
This number was no different from complete darkness for ordinary people, but it was enough for martial artists!
In the dark passageway, the white-clothed youth strode out like a bolt of lightning. His white training clothes were relatively loose. In the windless cave passageway, the corners of his sleeves rubbed against the air and made a flapping sound, as if a horse whip was repeatedly lashing in the air.
In this almost dark passage, the young man in white did not hesitate to move forward. He dodged and moved like a white-haired ape. Only the sound of his feet stepping on the ground could be heard in the cave, and he was already far away.
Mourad Tschick let out a cold snort from the tip of his nose. A sound like that of a cow's roar resounded in the quiet passageway. At the same time that the vital energy flowed through his entire body, his two eyes flashed brilliantly, as if a searchlight had suddenly appeared in the cave. Even an ordinary person could see the surrounding layout clearly at this moment.
Less than ten meters in front of them, there were almost twenty meters of Plum Blossom Poles. Each pole was only as thick as a thumb. If they couldn't guess the Plum Blossom Pole correctly and fell, they would fall into a fifteen meters deep pit. Although they wouldn't die from the fall, they would lose all their face. No one would have the nerve to continue advancing.
After the Plum Blossom Stump, there was a thirteen to fourteen meter pit. If one was unable to leap over it, he would also lose the qualification if he fell in.
There were hundreds of iron rods as thick as an arm on the walls of the passageway behind the huge pit. It was likely that when people passed through there, many of them would suddenly extend out. It would be very troublesome to be hit.
Further behind, there was a Red Cross sign posted on the wall: Hospital.
Obviously, it was specially prepared for the martial artists who couldn't pass the third level and were beaten by the iron rods until their entire body was covered in injuries.
Mourad Tschick's eyes flashed. He flew straight out with the red spear in his hand. His speed was much faster than that of the young man in white.
Hiss …
The white-clothed youth sucked in a breath of cold air between his teeth. When a martial artist pushed their True Qi to the center of their eyes, they could indeed flash with an intimidating light under normal circumstances. However, that was usually just a kind of spirit, energy, and spirit that could cause people to hallucinate, and not really shine.
Where did this person come from? The young man in white stared blankly at Mourad Tschick beside him. How could a West Asian dressed up have such strength? I've never heard of such an outstanding person in West Asia? Two of the so-called three heroes of West Asia were rumored to have died. According to calculations, the strength of the last one should be an eight-star martial artist at most. The strength of this person just now …
"This Mourad, why is he as sharp as the spear in his hand now?"
Yang Lie shook his head and tiptoed up the plum blossom stump. The strength of a seven-star had never been improved. His clothes didn't make any sound as he rubbed against the air. In the eyes of the young man in white, he felt like an Eastern Dragon God strolling leisurely in the clouds.
His speed wasn't fast, but it was full of confidence. Yang Lie landed and smiled as he looked back at Caesar who was flying over.
Seven-star? The young man in white stared at Yang Lie curiously. This person did only use the strength of a seven-star just now, but his movements to the end were full of ease. He seemed to be more relaxed than an eight-star martial artist. He didn't have the fluster that a seven-star martial artist should have.
"It's a bit interesting!"
In the surveillance room in the depths of the cave, a middle-aged martial artist had a look of admiration on his face as he held a cup of light tea in his hand. "The quality of this batch of newcomers is much better than those who came in a few days ago. It seems that they also have a superficial understanding of martial arts. "
"Truth Gao, what are you so happy about?" The door of the monitoring room was pushed open. Bai Sheng, dressed in a white silk exercise suit, walked briskly to Gao Yuan's side, "Hey? A newcomer came? "
"Yeah." Gao Yuan looked up at Bai Sheng, "Are you interested in making a bet?"
"This is …" Bai Sheng's surprised face was quickly filled with happiness. This is Qin Fen! That's right! The monster Qin Fen from the Recruit Tournament!
Qin Fen is finally here! Bai Sheng clenched his fists unconsciously. Since returning to the Sacred Martial Hall, he had been waiting every day for the first two months, waiting for the arrival of Qin Fen.
However, half a year had passed in the blink of an eye and Qin Fen had never appeared in the Sacred Martial Hall.
Bai Sheng even wondered if Qin Fen was not coming to the Sacred Martial Hall. The young martial artist always gave people an inexplicable good impression. It seemed that even if he did not come to the Sacred Martial Hall, he could still make himself into a talent.
"Little Bai, do you want to bet?" Gao Yuan's eyes quickly glanced at Bai Sheng, "Why do you look so excited?"
"Ah?" Bai Sheng broke away from his excitement, "What are we betting? What are the stakes? "
"Old rules!" Gao Yuan tapped on another screen where no one had appeared yet, "The third stage, can they pass it? How much time do they need to pass it? The loser will help the other party to stare at the monitor for a month. "
"Okay, why don't we add another bet?" Bai Sheng pointed to another screen where no one was present, "Isn't there a free assessment stage here? How about we bet on this? I bet that someone can complete the paper clock stage. If no one can complete it, I will watch the monitor for a year. "
"Paper clock stage? Someone can complete it? " Gao Yuan's body, which was half-lying on the chair, suddenly sat up straight. His eyes were full of strange meaning. He looked at Bai Sheng again and again, "Little Bai, are you crazy? This checkpoint was a test for those warriors who had arrived a year later. Whoever can pass it is qualified to advance to a deeper place and see the dao of martial arts. "
"Why?" Bai Sheng raised his hand and touched his chin. His eyes were full of smiles, "You don't dare to bet?"
"Hahaha …"
Gao Yuan sat on the chair and laughed. His palms repeatedly slapped the armrest of the chair, "Little Bai, did you forget what my nickname is? Truth Gao! It's Truth Gao! I have never missed it. "
Bai Sheng leisurely pulled a chair and sat on it with his legs crossed, "If you didn't miss it, you wouldn't be in the monitoring room here."
Gao Yuan's laughing face suddenly became completely stiff. He raised his right arm over his head and waved it again and again, "I was fooled! That kid, Stone, actually practiced to the realm of refinement! It would be strange if I didn't lose to someone who has reached the realm of refinement. "
Bai Sheng smiled and put his legs on the monitor's table. This Gao Yuan was too conceited and thought that he was right. As a result, he was fooled by Stone, Wang Xiaolei.
"Little Bai, since you sincerely want to help me watch the computer room for a year, then there is no reason for me not to bet with you." Gao Yuan stretched his chest twice, "Say it. If I lose, what do you want? Although it is impossible for me to lose, let's talk about your request. "
"I only want one thing from you." Bai Sheng raised his index finger, "Your practice notes."
"You …"
Bai Sheng's eyes flashed with suspicion. Today, he looked at Bai Sheng with a strange look for the third time, "Your martial arts path is different from mine. I'm afraid it won't be of much help, right? Why … "
"This is not what you want to know." Bai Sheng shook his index finger and the corner of his eyes gently drifted to Qin Fen, "I'm just asking if you dare to bet."
"Good! Why wouldn't I dare? I don't believe in the world! Apart from that freak, who else can complete the assessment without entering the Sacred Martial Hall? "Gao Yuan slapped his chest and shouted," I'll bet! "
"I bet on this man." Bai Sheng pointed to Qin Fen on the screen, "This man stayed the longest in the next level, and he can also complete the assessment of that special level."
"This person?" Gao Yuan raised his hand and touched the tip of his nose twice, "Is there anything special? I can't see it through the screen. "
After two turns, an iron door slowly opened. Qin Fen and others walked into a room of thirty square meters.
At the end of the room, there was a small door.
"Sacred Martial Three Tests, third test: only one person can enter at a time. Who will go first?"
The white-shirted young man's shoulders shook and appeared in front of the door like a white ape. He lifted his feet and walked in.
This is … the white-shirted young man entered the room and looked at the huge "Wu" character on the wall. Obviously, someone wrote the words on it with his palm.
The moment he saw the word "Wu", the white-shirted young man's body was stunned. He stared at the word on the wall blankly. His mind turned over the martial arts techniques he had learned in the past. Each move and style flowed in his mind like a movie. Many things that he did not pay attention to in the past suddenly became clear at this moment.
In the past, his master told him things that the professor could not fully understand. At this moment, he began to gradually understand.
One second, two seconds … sixty seconds … seventy-two seconds …
The white-shirted young man's body shivered and withdrew from that strange state. Bai Si's training clothes were already wet. He looked up at the Wu again curiously, but there was no strange feeling from before.
"The third test is qualified … passed …"
The door opened, and the white-shirted young man once again returned to the small hall of thirty meters.
Gao Yuan grinned, "Amazing! Thirty-five seconds is a qualified result. This kid actually stayed inside for seventy-two seconds! His potential is good, really good! "
Bai Sheng nodded gently. The word "Wu" was left on the wall by Song Wendong's hand. Any martial artist who saw the word "Wu", if they had good potential, could be immersed in it and be brought forward by the word "Wu" to advance a certain distance on the martial path.
Guidance! Ordinary martial artists could only teach their apprentices by word of mouth or by example. When one became a martial arts master or a martial arts grand master, or even a martial arts grand master like Qilin Song Wendong, a word could kill people and destroy the martial arts foundation of others. It could also benefit people a lot from it!
Killing people could be done with just a thought! This was the strength of a martial arts grand master!
"Eh?" Gao Yuan looked at Mourad Tschick, who was the second to enter the room, in surprise, "Who is this kid? It has been two minutes! "
…
Bai Sheng raised his eyebrows. Mourad Tschick? One of the three heroes of West Asia in the Recruit Tournament. When did this young man's martial arts foundation become so deep? He actually stayed for two minutes and was still self-enlightened? According to the inference of his strength, eighty-five seconds should be a miracle among miracles for him!
"Three minutes …" Gao Yuan swallowed his saliva, and his Adam's apple slid up and down. This time record could already be ranked in the top three thousand since the establishment of the Sacred Martial Hall.
A nine-star peak martial artist with a deep foundation might be able to achieve three minutes! Gao Yuan looked at Mourad Tschick. Has this kid reached the nine-star peak? The notice he brought with him was scanned by the electronic eye and showed that he was not nineteen years old yet!
A nine-star peak martial artist who was less than nineteen years old? Gao Yuan shook his head hard. In the Sacred Martial Hall, the gathering place of the Federation's martial arts geniuses, such a performance could be regarded as the best seedling!
If it wasn't for that monster … Gao Yuan sighed. If it wasn't for that monster kid, this young man might become the focus of training! What a pity …
"Four minutes …" Bai Sheng reported the number with a blank expression. His eyes were also a little dazed. What kind of adventure did this Mourad Tschick get? Not only did his strength advance by leaps and bounds, but his foundation also became so deep?
Tick tock … tick tock …
Time passed by minute by minute. Gao Yuan and Bai Sheng's initial surprise gradually turned into shock, an unparalleled shock! This kid had been here for a full fifteen minutes! The second strongest record in the Sacred Martial Hall's newcomer assessment!
"He …" Gao Yuan's neck seemed to be inlaid with steel bars. He turned his neck stiffly and looked at Bai Sheng, "This kid … Real Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth?"
Bai Sheng's forehead also had the same cold sweat as Gao Yuan. This state was obviously the completion of the Real Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth.
Real Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth was not too amazing for the martial artists of the Sacred Martial Hall. However, a young martial artist who was less than nineteen years old had completed the Real Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth. That was a completely different concept.
"Probably … he is still a ten-star martial artist …"
Bai Sheng's guess was immediately agreed by Gao Yuan. Even the martial artists of the Real Inborn Blood Transfusion Rebirth could not reach such a level in theory!
Nineteen minutes! Mourad Tschick raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He gently moved every muscle in his body.
In just ten minutes, the muscles of his body were stiff like a stone. The sweat on his clothes was like he had just been fished out of the lake.
"Phew …"
Gao Yuan and Bai Sheng fell heavily on the back of the chair. These nineteen minutes seemed to be as long as a century.
Nineteen minutes! Nineteen minutes! Gao Yuan closed his eyes and tried to calm his heart. The second longest record of the Sacred Martial Hall newcomers would not be broken for a long time in the future! Although he was not as good as that monster, this time was still extremely amazing!
The door opened again and Mourad Tschick walked out of the room. His eyes stared at Qin Fen strangely. How long will this man stay in the room? The word "Wu" seems to have a special magic that integrates the martial artist's foundation. What kind of performance will this Nirvana Marrow Transformation man have?
"Everyone." Yang Lie cupped his hands, "I will go first."
Bai Sheng and Gao Yuan looked at Yang Lie helplessly. This young man seems to have good skills. If he entered before the West Asian martial artist, they would have some expectations for him.
But now? Gao Yuan smiled bitterly and shook his head helplessly. After seeing a monster who could stay in the "Wu" room for nineteen minutes and twelve seconds, it would be difficult to look at other young martial artists.
How long will this young man last? Gao Yuan guessed helplessly. One minute? Two minutes? Or around a hundred seconds?
Two minutes. Yang Lie did not move. Gao Yuan praised him. If it wasn't for the West Asian freak today, this young man could also make people look forward to it.
Three minutes. Yang Lie still did not move. Gao Yuan's eyes were a little strange. I didn't expect this kid's foundation to be so deep. He can actually stay still for three minutes.
Four minutes later, Gao Yuan sat up a little straighter, and Bai Sheng also sat up straight.
Five minutes … six minutes … ten minutes … fifteen minutes … twenty minutes …
Gao Yuan's arms, which were holding the monitor table, began to tremble. The muscles on his cheeks were also twitching. This … how is this possible? Am I dreaming right now? Did I not wake up? A monster of nineteen minutes and twelve seconds just appeared and created a record that should not be broken for a long time in the future.
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