Those disciples dare not offend Song Guran now. After they celebrated, they took everyone to the second examination room. This is a medium-sized schoolyard, and there are several such schoolyards in Tenglong Martial Arts Academy.

An old man and two senior disciples were waiting for a long time.

"You must know that the strength of warriors cannot be simply distinguished by realms, so this level not only needs to test your realm, but also needs to test your attack strength."

He waved his hand and said, "Go over there first to test your realm."

The inspection realm is subject to two senior disciples. The minimum level requirement for entering the Tenglong Martial Arts Academy is the mid-stage of the Nine Meridians.

Those who can come to participate in the assessment will of course have this strength and will be tested soon.

"Then come here, arrange your order, and send your strongest blow to this stone man. I will judge the level of your attack based on your realm.

The level of my evaluation is the lowest grade ninth and the highest grade. The standard for entering the Tenglong Martial Arts Academy is that your attack reaches at least seventh grade."

He also took a special look at Sun Ang: "Divine weapons are not allowed during the assessment process!"

Even if Sun Ang has a good temper, he is a little dissatisfied at this time: Why are you constantly targeting me?

The strength of the attack and cultivation are just a foundation. After eliminating factors such as magic weapons and talisman seals, it also depends on the level of martial arts practiced, as well as your own understanding and perception of martial arts.

Sun Ang lined up and looked at the first disciple in front of him to choose a battle axe, then asked confidently: "Teacher, what if I smash this stone man with one axe, do I need compensation?"

The old man laughed: "What a confident boy, don't worry, this is made of ink gold and stone, several times harder than ordinary steel. If you can break it, not only do you need to compensate, but I will directly make you become an intermediate disciple!"

The disciple was overjoyed: "Okay!"

With a loud shout, his whole body's vitality condensed, and a giant martial arts rayon condensed from behind him, and an axe hit the stone man.

There was a loud bang and a light of inspiration flashed. The disciple was shocked and took ten steps back in a row and said in horror: "So hard!"

The old man stepped forward to check, and a shallow trace was left on the stone man. He nodded with satisfaction: "In the early stage of the Life Yuan Realm, you can leave such deep traces. Your attack is pretty good. I'll give you a sixth-grade evaluation."

The disciple was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked him.

The disciples behind came forward and fought hard, and only got an eighth grade evaluation. Unfortunately, they were wiped out.

Fortunately, most of the disciples who came up later were above the seventh grade, and not many could reach the fifth grade, but they would receive additional praise from the old man when they reached the fifth grade.

It was almost Sun Ang's turn, and someone suddenly spoke behind him. When he turned around, Song Guran changed orders with others and stood behind him.

He said with a slight smile: "Sun Da Genius, let me see your heroic figure nearby. The Sun family praises the godly genius, let me be shocked. Let's see how many ranks your attack can have? Hahaha!"

The disciples before and after all laughed.

"Just based on his boxing technique just now, how many grades of attack can he have?" Someone took the lead: "Eighth grade? Nineth grade? Haha!"

Sun Ang looked at Song Guran and said lightly: "Brother Song is really a poor model, proud and unlucky."

Song Guran's face changed. Unexpectedly, Sun Ang could see so quickly that he could use such a thing to mock him.

"Hmph!" He snorted coldly. After all, it was not a glorious thing to rely on a noble family to be a dog. He was unwilling to continue this topic and said in his heart: "Don't try to talk to this waste for now, and I will hit him hard with real results!"

One of the disciples in front received a seventh grade evaluation. After passing the test in a very narrow way, it was Sun Ang's turn.

He walked forward, and the old man immediately stared at him: "Please choose one of these ordinary weapons."

Sun Ang naturally chose a long sword and tried it in his hand, which was a little light. He changed another one, but it was still a little light. He tried several times in a row. Someone sneered behind him and shouted: "Master Sun, stop trying, you must not be as good as your magic weapon, hahaha!"

"Did you not be able to use your martial arts without the magical weapons?"

However, Sun Ang was not surprised by his favor and disgrace. He calmly continued to try all the long swords and chose the most advantageous one.

The old man on the side had a slightly changed eyes and nodded secretly to praise: "The heart is as calm as water in the face of major events. It is not easy to have such a level of skill in nourishing qi at a young age."

Sun Ke and the other two stood aside and watched the fun. Bai Zimao couldn't help but say, "Junior sister, how many ranks do you think this kid's attack can be rated as a top-notch?"

Sun Ke recalled the battle at the top of the cliff, and was still scared. Her expression was a little solemn: "I'm afraid it's above the fifth grade."

Bai Zimao was stunned: "Is it unlikely? Mr. Zhang rarely gives people a rating of fifth grade or above."

Sun Ang had already walked forward and rubbed his eyebrows in pain. He just focused on testing the weapons, but the headache that had felt a little better had worsened again.

He lamented in his heart that he could not covet and spy on martial arts that were far superior to his current level in the future.

Holding the long sword in his hand, he came to the stone man, silently circulated his Yuanxu, and the spirit behind him was about to sacrifice his martial arts, but at the moment when the martial arts of the Nantianmen were about to appear, a severe headache came, and Sun Ang shook all over, and the shadow of the martial arts dissipated.

"Hahaha!" A large and small voice came.

Sun Ang had no choice but to do anything about it today. He gave up the show of martial arts, his eyes condensed, and the Heavenly Stele Sword Technique took action and slashed at the stone man with one sword!

The moment I concentrated my energy, my mind suddenly felt a pain, and this move was not so perfect.

choke!

One fell on the stone man, but Mr. Zhang's face changed slightly.

When Sun Ang summoned Wu Zhao, he saw that something was wrong with Sun Ang's condition. Then Sun Ang forced his move, and in an instant, the sword light condensed into a beam, with a very high level!

So far, among the disciples who were assessed this time, Master Zhang has not found anyone more skillful than Sun Ang.

However, this sword suddenly disintegrated after taking action, and when it fell on the stone man, it no longer had its original power.

Master Zhang secretly muttered: What's going on with this kid today?

He walked up to check it out, and it was indeed similar to what he expected: "Sixth grade!"

He said secretly: "If this kid hadn't suddenly had a problem, he could have improved at least two levels! He is definitely a craftsman. Haha, this kid must have performed poorly in all assessments today. No one else noticed it. I can take action first!"

"Hmph, it's just a sixth rank." Bai Zimao curled his lips, and Sun Ke also breathed a sigh of relief. Song Guran behind Sun Ang came forward proudly with Bai Zimao's eyes suggestion, and said to Sun Ang disdain: "But that's the case, just look at it."

He picked a long sword and prepared for a while. After a loud roar, a Qixuan guqin appeared behind him. The strings fluctuated, and a ray of spiritual light shot out, gathered on the long sword, and slashed the stone man with a clang.

"Okay!" After a series of cheers, Song Guran was about to be accepted as a personal disciple by Zeng Xiong. Now he doesn't flatter him, so when will he wait?

Song Guran smiled proudly and reservedly and retreated: "Please give a savor."

Master Zhang stepped forward and took a look, nodded and praised: "No, fifth grade!"

Naturally, there was another stinging sound of flattery. Amid these hypes, a tall boy walked forward and stretched out his hand to pick up the heaviest battle axe among all the weapons.

The battle axe was the one used by the first disciple. He held it in his hand like a straw, brushing it casually: "It's too light."

The first disciple was startled. He could indeed use the battle axe, but it was absolutely impossible to reach this level: "This Long Jianye is born with divine power!"

Mr. Zhang smiled and pointed to the weapon stand not far away: "You want it to be heavy? You can choose it yourself."

Long Jianye strode over, and after a moment he walked back with a battle axe the size of a door panel. Mr. Zhang's eyes also lit up.

Ryumiye found a weapon of the right weight, and without delaying it, he roared and slashed out with an axe!

At the same time, a martial arts illumination appeared in the gust of the axe and halberd, which was a perfect match.

Boom! With a loud bang, the stone man shook for a moment. Master Zhang hurriedly stepped forward to check, and a deep scar was left on the stone man's body.

He was very satisfied and announced with a smile: "Fifth grade...up!"

This is half a level higher than Song Guran. Song Guran's face changed, but more disciples cheered in unison.

Ryumiye never seemed to have been praised by so many people. He scratched his head with a little embarrassedly, threw down his axe and walked back.

The next few disciples had average grades and the assessment was soon completed.

Master Zhang held his beard and thought about it, but it was really hard to make a decision.

Sun Ang is undoubtedly the disciple he wants to recruit the most, but that is only seen through his own eyes, and it still needs to be tested.

And Ryumino is undoubtedly the safest choice.

But with Sun Ang, Long Jianye became a useless person.

But if I took the initiative to contact Sun Ang, I'm afraid those cunning guys will see the clues - they all know that they have always had a vicious vision.

But... if such a good seedling is not won, someone will take the lead...

Master Zhang gritted his teeth and took the initiative first! He walked up and everyone thought he was going to Song Guran, even Song Guran himself was the same. He felt that his overall strength was far better than Long Jianye.

He was a little confused about how to "choose".

Before he came, he found out everything clearly. If Lord Zeng Xiong was a hero in the martial arts academy, then Master Zhang was the monster in the martial arts academy!

It is said that he was the dean's partner when he entered the Seven Realms. His cultivation was unfathomable and his vision was so vicious that he had almost never missed anyone.

He even has a lot of relationships and great energy, not only in the Martial Arts Academy, but even in Mingjing.

Compared with Master Zhang, Zeng Xiong seemed dull. But after all, he had accepted Zeng Xiong's invitation before. If he regretted it at this time, it would probably have some impact on his reputation.

However, what everyone did not expect was that Master Zhang stood in front of the two of them, but smiled at Sun Ang and said, "Young man, you have good potential. You can take this thing. If you are interested after the end, you can come to Jiuding Pavilion to find me."

Sun Ang took the jade plaque very properly: "Thank you for your kindness, senior."
Chapter completed!