Since the Divine Emperor fell into a coma, martial arts masters from all sides began to doubt the advantages and disadvantages of martial arts. As the two immortal Taoist leaders broke the curse, Li Qingtai preached the Spirit Emperor's Immortal Way, and the rise of the Immortal Way was unstoppable. Many warriors missed the Immortal Way and had the idea of ​​turning to practice.

In order to boost the momentum of martial arts, Saint Jiang actively cooperated with Peng Yu in the name of the Temple of War. On the day of the Double Ninth Festival, he led a group of martial arts masters to support him.

On the Double Ninth Festival, the palace was opened again in the Heavenly Palace, and hundreds of warriors went to Wuying Hall to participate in the martial arts examination.

The civil and military examinations of Dakun were the main ones to cultivate civil and military officials in the Tiangong Palace. Two palace examinations were held in March of spring and September of autumn. Therefore, the martial arts palace examination was also called the Qiuhua examination. All regions passed the screening of county examinations, county examinations, and capital examinations, and only a hundred people left to hold the last examination.

After the battle in front of the imperial court, three people from one army directly entered the Tianfeng Army as the personal guards of the God Emperor. The other seven people in the top ten joined other legions as officers.

Of course, if King Zhao presided over the palace examination this time, even if he joined the Tianfeng Army, he would be just the personal guard of King Zhao. In the eyes of some people, instead of competing for the leader this time, it would be better to be the fourth place and be the second-class pass to other legions to benefit.

Peng Yu also knew what the candidates thought this time and did not intend to select elites. His purpose of hosting the martial arts examination was just to hold a political show.

But when the two immortal Taoist leaders made a fuss, the Temple of War God helped each other and kept raising the specifications of this martial arts test.

The Divine Emperor has been drowsy recently and has been awake for no more than two hours a day. However, in order to support his son, he also showed up in person to help him choose his future confidant helper.

You should know that Ao Xinglie was the disciple who was the selection of martial arts test when the Divine Emperor was the crown prince.

Kunlie plans to let his son go his own way and train his team as soon as possible.

In Wuying Hall, the Divine Emperor and Peng Yu were seated together. The left hand was the civil and military officials, and the right hand was the martial saints and the God Kings and Dukes of the God Temple.

The God Emperor was above, and everyone looked solemn and focused on watching the martial arts competition outside the hall.

"This palace examination was helped by the God of War, and many examiners were brought to you. Old saint, thank you for your hard work." Kun Lie's face turned pale and spoke to Saint Jiang who was attacking Peng Yu.

Saint Jiang also had a bad face. He said a few words of scenes and continued to look out.

Ten battle platforms were built in front of the hall, and there were also crossbows, barbells and other utensils next to them.

According to the regular palace examination, hundreds of warriors lift weights, shoot arrows, and then face off in two groups. After completing the three rounds of assessment, the God Emperor will rank the rankings.

However, this time the Temple of War God was determined to promote the strength of warriors, so it sent more than 20 peak magical power masters to test the warriors. Even Zhuanyang was appointed by Kun Lie and went outside to become a guardian examiner.

Looking at the scorching sun in the sky, Zhuanyang yawned lazily.

Look at the arena in front of you casually, and there is no one.

"I knew it before, I stopped and put some water."

His test is a test for the actual combat of the warrior. The more support moves the warriors go to the ring and fight the examiner, the longer the support moves, the higher the score.

But Zhuanyang's martial arts talent was too strong, and those warriors were kicked off by him after just a few moves on stage.

"But these candidates have a good foundation," Zhuanyang pretended to be an adult and praised, "A third of them entered the realm of magical powers."

"When we left the palace, martial arts took another big step." Suddenly, Peng Yu appeared in the ring.

Zhuanyang calmly looked at the gate of Wuying Palace: "Can you come out now?"

"My father returns to the palace, I am the biggest in the palace, so come down and take a walk."

Kun Lie's divine power was completely eliminated and he could not stay outside for a long time. After supporting the place for his son, he went back to rest.

Standing on Zhuanyang's ring and looking at the warriors around the other rings, Peng Yu smiled and said, "It seems that you are not popular, and no one comes to ask for advice."

"That only means I'm too strong."

Yes, after Zhuanyang enters the realm of magical powers, he can fight with the Martial Saint (in the true sense). Who would be willing to come and seek abuse?

However, around other arenas, some people took turns to challenge the stage and were defeated by the examiners one by one.

"Twenty moves to support, fifty."

"Fifty moves, eighty."

Examiners scored candidates one by one. But no candidate could defeat the examiner.

On the contrary, the examiners showed their magical powers and completely regarded this exam as an exhibition competition. Especially after Peng Yu left, the examiners started even more ruthlessly, and various natal magical powers were released, and there were even several "pseudo-? God Realm" shrouded the ring.

Peng Yu raised his eyebrows and smiled without saying a word.

Of course he understood that the Temple of War deliberately showed its edge this time was to himself and to all the immortals.

In Wuying Hall, Zhou Tong laughed and patted his belly and said to Shengren Jiang: "In recent years, the Temple of War God has obtained the inheritance of Miluo Heavenly Emperor, and many talents have emerged, which is really envious to others."

Unfortunately, this is all the contribution of Emperor Miluo.

Saint Jiang nodded slightly: "The ancient emperor is broad-minded and does not care about his own opinions. He has left behind his inheritance for us in order to glorify the human world. We, the younger generations, should naturally work hard to live up to the expectations of our predecessors."

The ancient emperors have admitted that our martial arts are the protagonists in the future, and your immortality has long been out of date.

The celestial master and the saint looked at each other and turned their heads at the same time.

Peng Yu stood on the ring and looked at the warriors on the other rings for a while, and soon lost his interest.

I'll dig my heart with one move.

This, I'll take my soul back.

Next, I waved my hand and threw it into the volcano.

...

No warrior could mention Peng Yu's interest and chat with Zhuanyang for a few words. He planned to go back and sit and have tea.

Suddenly

"Seventy miles!"

Suddenly, a scream came from afar.

Peng Yu looked at the archery field. A candidate gasped and silently put down his horned bow.

"Seventy miles, it's pretty good for a person of the ninth level of Tiangang."

"No one can beat a hundred steps, and Tianfeng Army doesn't want this level. By the way, how far can you shoot at the moment?"

"I haven't tried it for a long time. But the 100-step guarantee is guaranteed, and the sharpshooter is fine."

A hundred steps through the willow is a sharp shot. The so-called "one step" here is a mile of change in the method of shrinking the ground into an inch.

This is the assessment model set by King Gaoyang.

In other words, a hundred-step shooting refers to bending a bow and shooting an arrow, hitting a target a hundred miles away.

Peng Yu's heart moved, looked at the scorching sun, and said to Zhuanyang: "Since you have no one to challenge me, don't you go and do the martial arts test as you want to see how you get the results?"

Zhuanyang is a son of a noble family, and this martial arts test has nothing to do with him. He does not need to take the exam. He is awarded the title of the general when he becomes an adult.

But it would be fake to say that I was not interested in Dakun’s top-level test.

"Isn't this good?" Although Zhuanyang was moved, hesitantly resisted and moved his butt, saying hesitantly: "I still have to be responsible for the ring, what if someone comes."

"I'll support you, hurry up. I want to see how strong you are now."

With a whoosh, Zhuanyang jumped off the ring and rushed to the archery field next door.

The examiner there also recognized Zhuanyang and, following his intention, sent someone to hand him the horned bow.

This deer horn bow is made of the Dakun Army. It is made of three hundred years of spiritual deer materials and is divided into medium-grade magic weapons.

Zhuanyang stared at the target a hundred steps away and aimed: "Go away and move two hundred steps away."

After the soldiers moved the target over, Zhuanyang gestured again: "Go away...get farther..."

Until the soldiers moved to three hundred steps, they couldn't help but shout, "Young Master Yang, this is the limit! The ground shrinkage method only compressed three hundred miles."

“Continue to move backward.”

Suddenly, a deserted voice came from the soldiers' ears.

Looking back, King Zhao was standing behind him.

Peng Yi held the Qiankun ruler and signaled the soldiers to continue walking.

The soldier followed him blankly. Every time he took a step, the space was twisted and he forced a mile away.

After walking another two hundred steps, Peng Yu stopped when he was five hundred miles away from Zhuanyang.

"Just here."

The soldiers set the target, and a ray of light extended to Zhuanyang's feet.

At this moment, the space in front of him was extremely far away, and the bull's eye was almost invisible in the distance.

In Wuying Hall, all officials and the Martial Saints were talking.

"The third son of the Zhuan family is so arrogant! In the past, the general Wang, who tried the target, only dared to move 300 steps. How dare he ask for 500?"

The maximum limit of the Great Kunwu test shooting game is 300 miles, which is the level of Gaoyang King when he was a hundred years old.

Over the past thousand years, there are only a handful of people who have reached this level of supernatural power.

"The arrow of a hundred miles requires not only extraordinary strength, but also keen eyesight. Could it be that this kid Zhuanyang has mastered the secret skills of Zhuansun?"

"Isn't there a technique of heart arrow?"

"But he is devoted to learning swords. When will he go to Pu Shuai learn arrows?"

There was a lot of discussion in the hall, and Saint Jiang smiled and said nothing.

You still don’t understand the wonderful uses of the real body of Tianwu.
To be continued...