I have countless cultivation hours

Finally, when the applause fell, the staff continued to announce loudly: “Next, I will report the name, and the people who report the name will come over and line up!” ”

“Fangyang!”

“Liu Feng!”

……

“An Youliang!”

“Fang Qingqing!”

“Ye Han!”

As the names came out, a team gradually formed in the hall, but the number of this team was very small, even if the last Ye Han was added, it was only 9 people.

“Very good, this time the assessment, I can have 9 people to participate, I am very satisfied. Some of you come from martial arts families, some from other martial arts halls, and some from our own martial arts halls, but no matter who it is, this deacon treats you equally. An Youming carried his hands behind his back and nodded lightly, “Next, it is the formal assessment, everyone, in the order of queuing, come to the stage one by one, fight with me, can support under me for 10 seconds without being knocked off the ring, even if it passes the assessment!” ”

“What? Hands-on? Support for 10 seconds without being knocked off the ring, is it considered to pass the assessment? ”

“What’s going on? Didn’t the previous assessment all test strength, speed, and reaction? ”

“The strength of the formal martial artist is far above us, let alone 10 seconds, I’m afraid 3 seconds can’t support it.”

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Hearing An Youming’s words, several high-level reserve martial artists suddenly couldn’t help but talk about it.

“Shut up, since this assessment is presided over by me, the rules are set by me, martial artists, after all, it is the actual combat ability, so this time, it is a test of actual combat ability!” If any of you have an opinion, you can go now! An Youming drank sternly.

Hearing An Youming’s words, several people who were discussing before immediately shut up.

“Since no one is leaving, then I will assume that you all agree!” The corners of An Youming’s mouth turned up slightly, and said, “You can also rest assured, although I am a second-order martial artist, when I assess you, it is impossible to use the strength of a second-order martial artist, I will control the strength and speed at the level of a high-level reserve martial artist, if so, you will not last 10 seconds, then you don’t have to think about passing the assessment.” ”

“It turned out to be a suppression force exchange, and now I am relieved!”

“I didn’t expect that Deacon An was already a second-order martial artist…”

……

Listening to An Youming’s words, everyone finally let go of their hearts.

Next, under the control of the staff, a metal ring with a diameter of ten meters rose up in the center of the hall, and it was obvious that the next assessment was carried out on the metal ring.

“Very good, next, the staff will report the name, and those who report the name will go on stage!” An Youming nodded in satisfaction, and said, his figure shook, and he had already appeared on the metal ring with a string of afterimages.

“No. 1, Zhang Yang, please go to the ring!” The staff said loudly.

“Good.” At the front of the line, a man in his thirties responded loudly, and then strode to the ring.

“You strike first.” An Youming said indifferently.

“Yes.”

Zhang Yang clasped his hands into fists, nodded solemnly, first circled around An Youming, carefully observed for a few seconds, and then made a sharp move.

“Bang bang!” In the brake, the two had already exchanged hands, and at the same time, the timer began.

For a time, I saw the shadow of the fist crisscrossing, and the sound of cracking and fists and feet clashing kept sounding.

Unfortunately, in less than three seconds, Zhang Yang’s body had fallen out of the ring heavily.

“More than enough attack, insufficient skill, keep up the good work, the next one.” An Youming said coldly.

“Thank you Deacon for your guidance.” Zhang Yang hugged his fist with a wry smile on his face, and then retreated to the side with the help of his friend.

“No. 2, Liu Feng, please get into the ring!”

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