"Uncle Hang."

Su Xin came to the center of the martial arts venue and saluted slightly to a middle-aged man in gray standing there.

This middle-aged man in gray clothes is named Su Bohang, who has perfected his cultivation and is responsible for presiding over the assessment of this battle for sword orders. He is also Su Xin's cousin in terms of seniority.

"Su Xin, are you here to take the assessment?" Su Bohang looked at Su Xin with a complicated look.

"Yes." Su Xin nodded.

"You should know all the rules. You must have the minimum standard for participating in the assessment. You must have the eighth level of Zhenwu." Su Bohang said.

"I have the eighth level of Zhenwu." Su Xin spoke lightly, then his body shook, and a powerful spiritual power swept away immediately.

This spiritual breath has obviously reached the eighth level of Zhenwu.

"He, he actually achieved it? How is that possible?"

Zhao Qing, who had been watching from the side, opened his eyes widened at this moment, looking disbelief, "It's impossible. When he fought with me three days ago, he was only just entering the threshold of the seventh level of Zhenwu Realm. Why did he enter the eighth level in just three days?"

He found it incredible.

After all, it takes at least several months or even half a year for ordinary people to go from the seventh level of Zhenwu to enter the eighth level of the realm, but Su Xin only took three days?

What a joke!

"Zhao Qing, didn't you say that he had just entered the seventh level of Zhenwu three days ago?" Hong Fang next to him also frowned.

"How do I know?" Zhao Qing's face turned pale, but soon he sneered again, "Hmph, what if his cultivation level has exceeded the eighth level? It's obvious that he has just broken through, and it's not that easy to pass the assessment."

The assessment of the sword spirit battle and the cultivation level of the eighth level of Zhenwu are only the minimum requirements.

It is another matter whether it may pass the assessment.

For example, Zhao Qing, who is also at the eighth level of Zhenwu, failed to pass just now.

He couldn't pass, so could Su Xin, who had just broken through, pass?

In the middle of the martial arts field, Su Xin held a sword in his hand, watching the opponent who was assessing this time. A human-shaped war puppet with a height of more than two meters and a long stick in his hand. Although it is a puppet, his strength should not be underestimated. Zhao Qing was hit by this war puppet just now.

Fly out.

"Su Xin, what you have to do is to use your all your strength and support it as much as possible under the attack of this war puppet. As long as you last twenty-five breaths, you will pass the assessment." Su Bohang said.

"I know." Su Xin nodded.

"Let's get started."

Su Bohang waved his hand, and the human-shaped war puppet immediately raised his hand, waved the black stick nearly two meters long, and smashed it directly at Su Xin.

Simple, rough!

Su Xin set out his sword casually and collided with the long stick head-on, but he fought evenly, and Su Xin was evenly in the upper hand.

Su Xin was not surprised. This battle puppet was like this. It was very weak at the beginning. It was much weaker than those cultivators who had just entered the eighth level of Zhenwu. However, the strength of the battle puppet has been improving and becoming stronger.

Although this war puppet does not know how to use any powerful stick techniques or martial arts, it just simply swings the stick, but the power of the long stick will become more and more amazing and will become faster and faster.

Faced with this kind of battle puppet who simply knew how to rely on his own speed and power and used a "clumsy" attack, Su Xin really couldn't get any interest, so he collided at the beginning, and then directly relied on his body skills to avoid the battle.

In the eyes of everyone watching the game, Su Xin... was too flexible.

The power and speed of the battle puppet was constantly increasing, but it was impossible to touch Su Xin's clothes from beginning to end.

"This kid..." Zhao Qing's face looked extremely ugly.

He originally thought that Su Xin was like him, and would not be defeated after being supported by the war puppet for long, but now, Su Xin has been supported by the war puppet for about twenty breaths, but he still feels at ease.

"It's the body."

Hong Fang's eyes narrowed slightly at this moment, "Su Xin should be the Qianye Illusion Body among the six first-class body techniques of the Su family, and it seems that he has mastered it to great success. With such a body technique, he can at least last for more than thirty breaths in the hands of the battle puppet. This assessment,

It's not difficult for him."

The assessment rules only say that in the hands of the war puppet, you can just persist in being undefeated for twenty-five breaths. No way to go through it. Although Su Xin has always relied on his body to avoid the battle, as long as he fails and persists until twenty-five breaths, he will naturally pass the assessment.

"Hong Fang, do me a favor." Zhao Qing lowered his voice, "When this kid's assessment is over, you go up and teach him a lesson for me."

"Hmm?" Hong Fang looked at Zhao Qing and could see that the latter's face was full of resentment at this moment.

Originally, Zhao Qing wanted to wait for Su Xin to arrive and take action to ravage him to avenge his previous shame, but he did not expect that Su Xin's cultivation level would actually be improved to the eighth level of Zhenwu in just three days. When he saw that Su Xin had such a powerful body technique, he knew that he was still no match for Su Xin.

It is impossible to take revenge in person, so I can only ask Hong Fang to take action.

After all, Hong Fang is at the peak of the eighth level of Zhenwu, and has practiced several powerful martial arts at the same time. He is extremely strong. Even if he encounters those relatively weak nineth level of Zhenwu, he can fight one. For example, in the Sword Order Battle Assessment, among all the eighth level of Zhenwu that the Su family participated in the assessment, Hong Fang has been persisting in the hands of the battle puppet for the longest time, forty-one breaths.

It should be easy for him to teach Su Xin a lesson. ??

"Yes." Hong Fang agreed after thinking more.

After all, the relationship between the two is already good, and they both belong to the same faction. Zhao Qing's father and his elder brother Zhao Ling are in the relationship. He taught a lesson from Su Xin, just a simple task, and he has no reason not to agree.

"Okay, it depends on you later. Don't be too ruthless. Just knock him off his teeth and then break his arm." Zhao Qing said coldly.

"No problem." Hong Fang smiled.

If it were before, he would not dare to touch the young master Su Xin, but now... Su Xinkong has the identity of the young master, but in fact even the Su family members hated Su Xin very much. As long as he did not take Su Xin's life, he would just knock down a mouth and remove his arms, it would not be a big deal.

At this time, Su Xin finally "defeated" in the battle with the war puppet.

only

His defeat was that he chose to leave the combat area with the war puppet, and the time he finally persisted in the hands of the war puppet was thirty-eight breaths.

"Thirty-eight breaths are quite close to my forty-one breaths, but he can only rely on his body skills to avoid fighting for such a long time. If he had a head-on confrontation, he would probably not be able to support it for thirty breaths. And I am not a battle puppet who only knows the simple and rough attack method. His body skills will not play much role in me."

Hong Fang still has absolute confidence. After Su Xin passed the assessment, he stepped forward, "Su Xin, your body movement is pretty good. Do you have the courage to fight me in the last match?"

"Fight with you?" Su Xin frowned.

He didn't even recognize the person in front of him.

"What, Su Xin, are you scared?" Zhao Qing, who was behind, sneered, "If you are afraid, you can just find a place to hide just like three years ago, hahaha~~"

The children of the surrounding disciples and factions also sneered.

Three years ago, Su Xin's "flee without fighting" was indeed regarded as a joke by many people.

Su Xin's face was cold and cold.

The moment he saw Zhao Qing, he understood that the Hong Fang in front of him should have been specially invited by Zhao Qing to find the one who was from the venue three days ago.

"Su Xin, do you dare to say something nice." Hong Fang seemed a little impatient, and while speaking, his spiritual power burst out directly.

"The peak of the eighth level of Zhenwu?" Su Xin shook his head secretly.

He didn't think Hong Fangqiang, but he felt that he was too weak.

They are all at the eighth level of Zhenwu. Although Hong Fang's cultivation level is slightly higher, Su Xin has awakened the Supreme Bloodline and has fully opened up an alternative existence. How can his combat power be compared to ordinary people?

Hong Fang's strength is not qualified to be his opponent.

However, if he is used to test the blood power he can control now, it will be barely enough.

"good!"

"If you want to fight, then fight!"

Su Xin, come on the challenge!!

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Chapter completed!