Rong Heng, a round-faced man, soon found his fellow disciple Gao Yue.
It was the square-faced man who previously guarded the door of Shen Haoyu's house. He sneered and said: "This kid has thrown himself into a trap, let's see if I can use some tricks to make him retreat!"
Mei Song, who was about to take part in the test, had no idea about this.
He was as uneasy as everyone else present. Although he did not need to face the triple test, he was always nervous when facing the unknown.
Standing in front of them was a middle-aged man in blue in his thirties, who was educating everyone on matters related to the popular science test.
"This test of our Qingfeng Sect is divided into three rounds."
"In the first round of testing strength, internal strength does not value qi and blood as much as external strength, but if the qi and blood are congenitally insufficient, it will also affect the practice of internal strength!"
"The second round tests perseverance. The road to martial arts training is long and boring. Without a strong heart, you will not be able to reach the end!"
"The third round tests your understanding. Even if you lack qualifications, if you have good understanding, you still have a chance to reach the top!"
After the popularization of science, all the candidates who were waiting for the exam came to a big red drum.
The middle-aged man in blue continued: "The skin of this drum is made of cowhide with the blood of exotic animals. It is the treasure of my Qingfeng Sect.
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Everyone lines up and puts on special gloves when it's your turn. If you can hit the drum with a bright sound, you will pass.
Everyone only gets two chances!"
After he finished speaking, the first person who walked up to the drum was a twelve-year-old boy. Next to him, Rong Heng, a round-faced disciple of the Qingfeng Sect, handed him a brown glove.
The boy put on his boxing gloves, took a deep breath, and used all his strength to hit the drum hard!
'winter!'
An extremely dull drum beat sounded, and the middle-aged man in blue who was looking after everyone shook his head, obviously not meeting the requirements.
A trace of panic flashed across the boy's face. His chest kept rising and falling several times. After it calmed down, he hit the drum hard again!
'Boring!'
A metallic sound like a gong sounded. Obviously, when the power exceeded a certain limit, the Blood Ox Drum would make a different sound.
The middle-aged man in blue nodded, obviously the boy passed.
The boy looked ecstatic and was about to walk off the stage, but Rong Heng, a disciple of the Qingfeng Sect, grabbed him and took off the brown gloves from his hands.
Then a man in his twenties came up. Without exerting much force, the Blood Ox Drum made a boring sound!
The younger people who were watching all showed envy, and some of them were extremely unconvinced. After all, there was a huge difference in strength between different ages.
The Qingfeng Sect disciple who was watching over the scene had an expressionless face. Passing the first test was nothing, and the next two tests did not depend on how old you were.
Then about ten more people came up, and more than half of them successfully passed the test.
The first level of strength seems to be just a screening, it is not difficult, and the people behind are a little relieved.
Finally it was Mei Song's turn. He pretended to be calm and walked to the drum, but his red ears betrayed him.
He didn't notice that the brown glove handed to him was different in color from the one he had worn before, and it was also a lot lighter.
Mei Song nervously took the brown gloves from the round-faced man Rong Heng and put them on his hands.
"This glove is so light, it seems to be made of animal leather."
Such thoughts flashed through Mei Song's mind, but he didn't think much about it. Instead, he took a deep breath and aimed his eyes at the Blood Ox Drum in front of him, as if it was his enemy.
Then he gathered all his strength and punched the blood cow drum hard!
Rong Heng, the round-faced man next to him, could not help but twitch his eyelids, while Gao Yue, the square-faced man behind him, had a look of pleasure on his face.
'winter!'
A dull drum beat sounded, and the loudness of this sound was obviously not up to standard.
"ah!"
At the same time, Mei Song also let out a miserable groan.
His entire right arm was completely stiff in mid-air, and the expression on his face was completely distorted, with tears and snot pouring out all at once!
"what happened?"
The expression of the middle-aged man in blue who was guarding the rear changed, and then he flashed and came to Mei Song's side.
He grabbed Mei Song's arm, and then looked at the glove on the opponent's hand. There was even an inconspicuous gap in the glove, and blood overflowed from it.
The middle-aged man took off his boxing gloves, anger flashing in his eyes.
"This is not a glove meant for beating drums!" he thought.
The texture of the Blood Ox Drum is comparable to metal, and special exotic animal skin gloves must be used to cushion it, otherwise it will be extremely easy to be injured.
The middle-aged man could see clearly that the gloves Mei Song was wearing were clearly made of leather from ordinary domestic animals. How could they be used to beat the blood cow drum?
He was about to get angry, but suddenly his ears twitched. It turned out that the round-faced disciple Rong Heng next to him used his inner power to transmit the secret message to him.
"Uncle Li, this is what the leader wants."
"Hmph, I'm going to ask the head senior brother now!" Senior Uncle Li also said coldly.
Then he said to Mei Song: "You rest aside and try again later." After saying that, he stood up and started practicing Qinggong directly inside the door, disappearing from everyone's eyes.
Mei Song nodded with tears in his eyes, but she didn't doubt him, she just felt that she was too incompetent.
Next to him, the round-faced disciple Rong Heng said softly: "If you can't persist, just give up."
"If you injure your roots, you may not be able to practice martial arts in the future."
Mei Song was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but feel hesitant in his heart.
On the other side, a middle-aged man called Uncle Li soon arrived outside Shen Haoyu's door.
"Senior Brother Head!"
"How come Junior Brother Li is free to come here now?" Shen Haoyu was a little surprised.
The middle-aged man said angrily: "Brother, why do you want to embarrass a little kid?"
Shen Haoyu was stunned for a moment, then said with an unhappy expression: "The forces behind this person have offended the Zhou family, and I cannot accept him."
"Then just drive them away!"
"The forces behind this person have helped me before. In order to avoid damaging the reputation of the gossip sect, I can only let him retreat in the face of difficulties." Shen Haoyu said calmly.
"If he was seriously injured, wouldn't there be gossip?"
"Doing something you know you can't do is a fool. It's human nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. I believe he will give up on his own initiative, which is better for both parties." Shen Haoyu is not worried at all that Mei Song will persist. A thirteen-year-old
What kind of hardship can a 1-year-old baby endure?
"Humph! This is not the right way!" Uncle Li was still indignant.
"Junior brother, I also want to be an upright person, but there are many people in my sect. Don't they need to eat? Where will the resources for their martial arts training come from?" Shen Haoyu's tone slowed down, obviously not wanting to make his junior brother feel uncomfortable.
"Hey, I'm so ashamed, so ashamed!" Uncle Li stopped talking now, turned around and left.
Shen Haoyu was left standing there, his expression uncertain.
"Am I wrong?
No, I’m right! In order for the sect to grow, some things must be done.”