But Jiang Shijia never expected that Xue Chang had such a beautiful face in her heart, and what he said sounded more beneficial to the court. The insights in Xue Chang's heart seemed to be more valuable than the inheritance of the old man Xiaoyao he obtained!

Jiang Shijia felt that she had really helped the right person this time, and she was inevitably proud.

There are many people who have similar ideas to Jiang Shijia, but what arises in their hearts is not joy, but worry: a smart and thoughtful applicant will obviously have a greater impact on the current stable Bashu martial arts world than a martial artist who only knows how to act recklessly.

Zhen Youli glanced at Xue Chang deeply and said loudly: "If everyone has no objection to Xue Chang's apprentices, then we will enter the last assessment."

"It's a waste of time to delay so long, and you're going to fight in the end. Let's start quickly, I can't wait." Yindu Sect Feng Yanhao shouted.

No one refuted his words because this is the fact. In the past, applicants were often blocked by this last level and failed. In the final analysis, it depends on whether the fists were powerful or not.

Seeing that no one objected, Zhen Youli asked again: "Who is willing to be the first to appear?"

"I'll do it!" Feng Yanhao stood up immediately.

In the past, the first disciples of the Iron Sword Sect were mostly disciples of the Iron Sword Sect. Jin Anran and Zhao Chen were regular visitors. Now that the Iron Sword Sect has been destroyed, although a new round of Bashu martial arts competition has not been held yet, everyone has agreed to temporarily replace it with the Yindu Sect. Therefore, Feng Yanhao, as the youngest among the Yindu Sect, is a natural battle.

Monk Yin Ran of Iron Buddha Temple originally wanted to fight, but under the gesture of Master Jingyu, he chose to give up (the Emei Sect and Iron Buddha Temple have a very good relationship).

"The first round of martial arts assessment begins!" When Zhen Youli's voice sounded, the noisy martial arts training ground suddenly became much quieter, and the audience knew that the real test was coming.

When Wang Jingwu saw the person entering the venue, he couldn't help but shout: "Oh no, why is it him!"

Yin Bin hurriedly asked, "Uncle Wang, who is that person?"

Wang Jingwu frowned and said, "Feng Yanhao, the son of Feng Yousen, the leader of the Yindu Sect, heard that he had a strong martial arts skills and was extremely hot. Three years ago, the Martial Arts Command ordered Yindu to wipe out a group of bandits in the eastern mountainous area of ​​Sichuan. As a result, Feng Yanhao broke into the bandit's nest alone and killed them all without leaving any living habits. Since then, the martial arts people have given him nickname "Red-clothed Wuchang". Young Master Xue must be extremely careful when he meets him!"

After hearing this, Yin Bin, Wang Xuan and others looked at Xue Chang in the field worriedly.

Xue Chang looked at the person standing in front of him: his slender figure, slender neck, a horse's face, his long narrow eyes with black circles, but his face was very pale... If he wears a high hat, he will definitely look like the impermanent ghost in some TV series, but he just wore a big red coat and carried a red token the size of a long sword in his right hand.

"Boy, I am Feng Yanhao from the Yindu Sect." His voice was shriveled and sounded harsh: "I have no grudge against you, but you have made my Yindu Sect unlucky. Just use one of your left hand as compensation."

"Are you sick?" Xue Chang replied.

Feng Yanhao furiously: "I have changed my mind, you have to use two arms to compensate!"

Conscience of heaven and earth!... Xue Chang felt unfair: he really cared about the other person's body, because he remembered a friend who majored in basketball in college in his previous life, who also looked like Feng Yousen. He suddenly died suddenly in a basketball game. Later he found out that he had Marfan syndrome.

"My King of Hell is not made by ordinary things. You'd better get a better weapon, so as not to be unable to stand my hand a few times. Don't let me not be satisfied with the fight." Feng Yanhao waved the token in his hand and reminded him specifically.

Xue Chang felt less disgusted with him and said with a smile: "Don't worry, you can beat me." As he said that, he turned around and looked at the sidelines: "Little Mastiff, my knife!"

"Master, then."

Xue Chang reached out to catch the knife thrown by Fan Yu. This was the Baiyun Knife he specially brought after hearing that "the martial arts assessment is a real sword and gun competition, and applicants are often injured." Just in case.

Xue Chang slowly pulled out the treasure sword, and the bright sword light was imprinted on Feng Yanhao's face.

Feng Yanhao grinned, revealing his white teeth: "Your knife is good, I don't have to worry." As he said that, he rushed over and smashed the King of Hell in his hand hard on Xue Chang.

Xue Chang waved his sword to block it horizontally, and heard a "dang" sound. With the sharpness of the Baiyun Sword, not only failed to cut off the token, but was suppressed by it.

Xue Chang looked at the King of Hell in surprise. Under the small piece of red paint that was cut off by the precious knife, it showed a dark color, neither gold nor iron, and I don’t know what material it made of.

Just as Xue Chang was a little distracted, Feng Yanhao pushed the King of Hell forward, and the tip of the King of Hell was pressed straight towards Xue Chang's chest.

Xue Chang turned sideways, flipped his right wrist, and turned over to the Baiyun Sword of the King of Hell.

Although Feng Yanhao was as thin as a skeleton, he was actually not weak and had no strength, but Xue Chang's sword was like falling from a huge rock that almost made him stand unsteadily. In addition to being shocked, he hurriedly pulled back.

Xue Chang didn't take the opportunity to attack, but just said: "Come again."

This sound seemed like a master was facing his apprentice, which angered Feng Yanhao. He swung the King of Hell Order and hit Xue Chang again, but he was also more vigilant. He often missed a single blow and then moved elsewhere without hesitation.

Faced with Feng Yanhao's storm-like attack, Xue Chang's expression was calm, and his whole body had basically not moved greatly. He calmly used the eight heavy sword techniques taught by Geng Po, wielded the White Cloud Sword to resolve the opponent's offensive one by one, but did not fight back.

Although Jiang Yifeng had a high opinion of himself, he knew that he was still half apart from the Red-clothed Wuchang, who was famous in eastern Sichuan. At this moment, he was shocked when Xue Chang seemed at ease in the face of Feng Yanhao's fierce attack. Although he and Xue Chang had smashed the rebellious conspiracy of the Iron Sword Sect in the Rongzhou Military Camp that night, they were both in fierce battles. Later, they learned that Xue Chang had killed several powerful enemies in succession, but the feeling was not real. At this moment, he was shocked and couldn't help but say in a lost voice: "This Xue Chang's martial arts has become so powerful?!"

You should know that a few months ago he and Xue Chang had fought on this field, and the opponent only narrowly won.

Guo Youxin, who was sitting next to him, also looked solemn. He said in a deep voice: "It seems that Feng Yanhao's Lingzi Jiude does not pose any threat to Xue Chang, but don't worry, he should use his trick soon."

"You mean the Eighteen Breaks of the Underworld!"

"It's not just this, you forgot the unique skills of the Yindu School."

"Oh, Yan Luo Yin Yao Gong! Indeed, if Feng Magan doesn't use his ultimate move, he will fall here today." Jiang Yifeng said with some gloating pleasure.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard strange laughter in the audience, mixed with faint cold snorting, and Feng Yanhao's movements became larger, and he even danced a little.

Xue Chang was stunned: Is this kid going to be a master? I thought this would scare me?

Xue Chang was amused, but inexplicably felt a little cold around him. He thought it was a psychological factor, but he saw Feng Yanhao suddenly changed his playing style. Before, he used the King of Hell as a steel whip, mainly to smash and beat him. At this moment, he shouted: "Break!" and the King of Hell in his hand poked directly towards Xue Chang's chest.

Xue Chang swung his sword to block it. The King of Hell was still two fists away from his body, but a cold internal force broke into his clothes, invading the veins in his body, and the coldness scattered, causing the surrounding muscles to become stiff.

Feng Yanhao noticed the change in Xue Chang's face, and then screamed with smugness, without the opponent's counterattack, quickly pulled the order to retreat, and then poked Xue Chang's right shoulder: "Break!"

After seven or eight rounds, Feng Yanhao's face became paler, and Xue Chang's movements became more and more stiff.

"Xue Chang is finished." Guo Youxin sighed lightly, and a hint of regret appeared on his face.

Sure enough, Feng Yanhao screamed strangely, and the King of Hell in his hand mixed with the strong sound of wind, quickly hit Xue Chang's right shoulder.

Xue Chang's originally painful face suddenly stretched out: "You only have the skills to stop here." The Nine Yang true energy instantly circulated through the veins and poured into his hands. Xue Chang held the Baiyun Sword tightly in his hands, and faced the smashed King of Hell Order, and used the slash of the eight heavy swords. This sword was slashing on the King of Hell Order.

The King of Hell's order has not been cut off, but the internal power of the Nine Yang Divine Art hit Feng Yanhao through the token. He flew two feet away and fell to the ground.

The disciples who were originally nervous looked cheered in an instant, while Guo Youxin, who originally thought Xue Chang was defeated, Jiang Yifeng and other Wuling people were stunned.

"It seems that the internal strength that Xue Chang practiced just restrained Feng Yanhao's evil spirit shot out with the Eighteenth Demon Prison." Zhen Youli could see clearly.

"From this fight, Feng Yanhao is no match for Xue Chang at all, and Xue Chang's strength is probably no less than that of the elders of various sects." Master Jingyu said this to tell everyone here: The applicant's martial arts skills this time are not comparable to those of the past, so there is no need for everyone to forcefully stop them and make enemies.

As everyone was thinking, Tang Fangzhi stood up and said, "Let me go next."

Everyone was stunned. You should know that in the past, there were few children from the Tang Sect who came on stage. The main reason was that the Tang Sect was actually a kind of martial arts exchange and was advocated by the court. The Tang Sect is known for its hidden weapons and poison. It is easy to hurt people and become disabled when taking action, and it is difficult to control it. Therefore, the Tang Sect was tactful and tried not to play. But this time, Tang Fangzhi was so proactive. Thinking of the previous incident of Mrs. Qiu, the head of the Tang Sect, being scolded by Jiang Shijia, everyone immediately understood: This is to avenge private revenge!

Master Jingyu couldn't help but remind: "Elder Tang, this is just an assessment!"

Tang Fangzhi responded coldly: "Of course I know what to do. It is a consensus among our various factions that prevent the applicant from passing the assessment, right?"

Everyone was silent.

Zhen Youli said, "Then please trouble Elder Tang to come on stage."

Just when Tang Fangzhi was about to play, Feng Yanhao, who was lying on the ground, not only did not stand up, but instead began to twitch his hands and feet, and had to help him down.

Zhen Youli stepped forward to check the injury. Feng Yanhao had no wounds on his body, but when he put his palm close to Feng Yanhao's Danzhong point, he quickly frowned and said, "What a strong internal force!"

It turned out that after Xue Chang's Nine Yang True Qi hit Feng Yanhao, it actually dispelled the Yin evil internal breath in his body. In a short period of time, it occupied most of the veins of the upper body. Feng Yanhao could only rely on the internal breath of the Dantian to resist stubbornly, which resulted in the whole body being cold and hot, and was uncontrollable.

Just one blow made Feng Yanhao's internal strength that had been hard-working for many years almost collapsed, and everyone immediately realized the power of Xue Chang's internal skills.

Zhen Youli busy circulating his inner breath and slowly rushing his internal energy into Feng Yanhao's body. Although the Nine Sky Divine Art he practiced was very different from the Yan Luo Yinsha Art, it was also a cold-based true qi, which could offset and transform the Nine Yang true qi in his body.

Tang Fangzhi's appearance caused a stir among the audience. They did not expect that they sent out elders from the sect in the second round of the assessment.

Xue Chang smiled, but the other party’s choice was really in line with his wishes!

"I'll make a statement first." Tang Fangzhi said loudly: "The hidden weapon I used is only applied to the immortal drunkenness. After being hit, the body will only be soft and weak, and there will be no other harm. Please rest assured! Also, please retreat a little further to avoid accidental injury."

Tang Fangzhi said these words before the battle to prevent being criticized. As expected, many viewers breathed a sigh of relief and retreated one after another.

The immortal is drunk!... This familiar noun made Xue Chang clench the Baiyun Sword in his hand.

Unlike Feng Yanhao before, Tang Fangzhi stood three feet away from Xue Chang and bowed and said, "Xue Shaoxia, Xiao——"

As soon as the word "Xiao" was turned out, his left middle finger, clasped his fists, moved slightly, and a small silver needle ejected out. When the word "Xinlu" ended, the silver needle had already flown to Xue Chang's chest.

During this period, Xue Chang had fought with the complete "Tang Tianshu" countless times in the system. He knew the hidden weapons of the Tang Sect and was prepared for it. He swung the sword across the gears and the silver needle hit the back of the knife, making a crisp sound.

"If you do such a trick, you won't be afraid of damaging the prestige of the Tang Sect." Xue Chang mocked.

Tang Fangzhi turned a deaf ear and continued to use the technique of flashing his fingers to drive away thunder. His fingers kept bounced, and silver needles kept shooting at his opponent.

Xue Chang was not panicked and waved his swords repeatedly.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang..." The knife light flashed and the silver needle flew. The interaction between the needle and the knife formed a good melody.

Tang Fangzhi had expected that the silver needles that were shot were lost. His expression remained unchanged, but his technique changed: two fingers, three fingers, four fingers, five fingers...

The hidden weapons he shot out were no longer silver needles, silver beads, bead flowers, darts, money darts, snake-shaped marks... and even armor-breaking cones, as if a silver stream poured out from his hands and enveloped Xue Chang on the opposite side.

The audience was also confused while being amazed: How did Tang Fangzhi hide so many hidden weapons in his thin body?
Chapter completed!