Fantasy: Opening Start to Hundreds of Millions of Modern Arms Martial Souls

There are two levels of assessment for this selection.

The first hurdle is force measurement, if the force does not reach 800 kg, it is considered eliminated.

The second level is the competition. Each person has three chances. If they lose consecutively, they will be eliminated from the spot. The 29 people who won in the end are the winners of this spot selection.

Yang Zilei swept his eyes to the right corner of the trial field, but saw three rune steles standing there.

This stone tablet should be a tool for force measurement, and the lighted number shows the strength value.

At this time, in front of these three rune steles, there were three teams lined up, all of whom were juniors of the Yang clan.

They are gearing up one by one, ready to go.

At this moment, the team in the middle seemed to be agitated.

When Yang Zilei looked sideways, he saw Yang Mo standing in front of the force measuring stele, clenching his fists, and preparing to attack.

"Look at that person, it's Brother Mo."

"Last night he was beaten by Yang Zilei and his spirits were scattered, and he suffered a lot of injuries, so he didn't expect to come to participate in the selection.

Someone found Yang Mo and yelled softly.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were projected toward him.

Those discussions haven't stopped, but Yang Mo suddenly made a move.

With a bang, the talisman light on the force measurement stone trembles suddenly, and the red beam of light finally freezes at a height of three feet and two inches.

"Three hundred and fifty catties, unqualified!"

Next to him, the middle-aged man in charge of the force test said in a surprised tone.

Hearing this value, the surrounding family juniors suddenly looked at each other.

Because of this strength, it can be said that it is the lowest level, and no one on the field has played a value below 400.

"Tsk tusk, three hundred and fifty catties, this strength is stronger than ordinary people."

"Without Martial Spirit, there is no way to condense aura, pure physical strength, of course, will not be very high."

Suddenly, there was a sigh in the crowd, and many of them were gloating.

If Yang Mo can't re-awaken the martial soul, then in this life, he will be destined to be a waste.

Unexpectedly, the martial arts genius of the past, the outstanding young generation of the family, has now become a waste.

Everyone sighed, looking at a lonely figure that had walked to the periphery with complex eyes, without the domineering style of the past.

"Wait."

At the exit of the trial field, Yang Zilei watched Yang Mo walk slowly towards the lost face, but suddenly stopped the latter.

Yang Mo raised his eyes lightly and glanced at Yang Zilei without any reaction. He walked around him, like a walking dead, walking towards the exit in silence.

The genius of the past, the waste now.

Such a huge blow made his arrogant character collapse.

"Do you want to re-awaken the Martial Soul immediately and recover from the injury."

Yang Zilei's unsalty or weak voice immediately caused Yang Mo's body to tremble slightly, and his steps abruptly stopped.

"Do you have a way?" Yang Mo turned around suddenly, staring suspiciously at Yang Zilei.

"I don't know if it's feasible, but I can try it."

As Yang Zilei was talking, he had already exchanged a can of canned beef and a pack of functional drinks from the system mall.

"This is... canned beef!"

Upon seeing this, Chen Si stared blankly and licked his lips unconsciously.

He knows very well that this canned beef is not only delicious, but also has a magical effect that can strengthen the body.

Moreover, after Yang Chenchen ate this canned beef, he stimulated his body's potential and awakened the Ninth Grade Martial Spirit Ice Phoenix.

As for the package of functional drinks, Chen Si also tried it. After being fused with water, it tastes sour and sweet, and the effect is like a cure for injuries.

"Why are you helping me?"

Yang Mo looked at the two strange things and asked in confusion.

After all, his martial spirit was destroyed by Yang Zilei, how could he suddenly help himself so kindly, there must be another plan!

Yang Zilei said lightly: "It's for the glory of the family."

Tomorrow's hunting game, winning or losing is still hard to say. Yang Mo, as a leader of the young generation of the Yang family, has good aptitude in all aspects. He doesn't want the loss of such a martial arts genius and reduces the strength of the family team.

Of course, the so-called family glory is actually the most important task of his system, so I felt it necessary to help Yang Mo.

"Not only the cultivation base is ruined, but I don't even have the courage to try."

Seeing Yang Mo hesitate, Yang Zilei used a radical approach.

Sure enough, Yang Mo's eyes dazzled, and he frowned, "Now I am a waste. There is nothing I dare to try."

Yang Zilei glanced at Chen Si, who immediately understood, opened the canned beef, and took out the kettle from the storage ring.

Military functional beverages are solid particles similar to granules that melt instantly after being poured into water.

Yang Mo raised his head and drank it, tasted the sweet and sour taste of the drink, his eyes lit up, "It's delicious!"

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