A few days later, Zhang Chaozong followed the two envoys of Pangshou to Dark Jinshan, the holy land of the barbarians. To be precise, he arrived at the city at the foot of the Dark Jinshan. The barbarians built a huge city called Barbarian City with a strong aura.
The magnificent city was shocked by Zhang Chaozong.
Standing in the Man City, looking up, you can see the dark golden mountain not far away. Several golden lights appeared in the lingering clouds and mist, which made people feel mysterious. The two envoys of Fat and Skinny arranged for Zhang Chaozong to stay, and then hurriedly handed over.
Zhang Chaozong waited patiently at his residence for two days, and someone notified him to gather at the martial arts venue. When Zhang Chaozong arrived, he found that there were already seven or eight people standing there in the martial arts venue. Zhang Chaozong saw that these people were in the foundation-building period.
Cultivators, and everyone has one thing in common, that is, dual cultivation of spiritual bodies.
"It seems that these people were selected by various barbarian tribes." Zhang Chaozong said in his heart.
The martial arts venues were still coming one after another, with more and more people, and nearly a hundred people soon gathered. Suddenly, the originally quiet martial arts venue became noisy, and the monks gathered together in groups of three or five.
Talk about the world and the world. Of course, there are also some ways to exchange the ways of cultivating immortals. Zhang Chaozong also joined the people discussing the Tao and talked for a while, and felt that he had made a lot of progress.
After waiting for about half an hour, an old man in green robe came to the martial arts training ground accompanied by several monks.
The old man in green robe had a faint metallic luster on his skin, which gave people the first feeling that he was strong. His eyes were full of brilliance, like brilliant stars.
"A monk in the Killing Dan stage." Zhang Chaozong felt that the aura of the old man in the green robe was unfathomable, and any movement would put strong pressure on people. This was the power that only when he reached the Killing Dan stage.
The martial arts venue suddenly became quiet, and the old man in the green robe slowly turned, sweeping over everyone present.
"I am the elder of the barbarian tribe, Ju Mang. I know that you are the best among spiritual dual-cultivists, but today I want to select the best from the best, select a few of the strongest monks from you to help the tribe complete one.
A big event. Of course, even if you cannot be selected, your clan will give you a fee for Sichuan to express your gratitude." The old man in green robe said loudly.
When the monks present heard what he said, they were stunned. No one expected that they would have to conduct another selection, and not everyone could stay. As a result, many people were dissatisfied, but they did not dare to express it.
After all, Jumang is a dignified monk in the Jindan stage. If he really annoyed the other party, he would have no place to make any reason if he was beaten and killed.
Zhang Chaozong was very calm. He was very confident in himself and felt that standing out was not a problem.
"If anyone wants to withdraw now, my clan will never force it." Jumang continued.
Although many monks were dissatisfied just now, no one wanted to quit.
"Very good. Since no one quits, let's start the trial move." Ju Mang said, and stood forward and explained the rules of the trial move.
In fact, the rules are very simple. Ju Mang personally takes action to give the monks a try. Anyone who can catch Ju Mang's undefeated attack will be eliminated even if he passes the level and cannot catch his move. Of course, Ju Mang will be eliminated.
Mang would definitely not take all his strength, otherwise, the monks present in the Foundation Establishment Stage might be wiped out.
"First." Jumang pointed at a red-faced monk in the crowd.
The red-faced monk stepped forward nervously and bowed to Ju Mang. It could be seen that the red-faced monk was a little nervous. After all, his opponent was a dignified monk in the Jiedan stage.
"Take it." Ju Mang punched a casual punch.
His punch seemed ordinary, but it contained great power. A light flashed by and instantly came to the red-faced monk. The red-faced monk shook his hand and threw out a shield.
"Bang." The fist burst out with a powerful force, smashing the shield to the ground, and at the same time, the remaining power did not diminish, knocking the red-faced monk out.
The monks thought that the red-faced monk would be seriously injured by the powerful and heavy punch, or even killed on the spot. But what everyone did not expect was that the red-faced monk rolled a few times and then got up from the ground, without any injuries.
"Eliminate, next." Ju Mang announced the result expressionlessly.
The red-faced monk knew that it was Ju Mang's subordinate who showed mercy just now, otherwise his fate would have been very miserable, so he bowed to Ju Mang and retreated aside.
The second one to play was a black-faced monk. This man was much more courageous than a red-faced monk. However, his ability was very limited, and he was not stronger than a red-faced monk at all. After one punch, he became a pumpkin and was eliminated.
Out.
The selection went on very quickly, and twenty or thirty appearances in a row, but none of them could block Ju Mang's punch and were eliminated one after another. Ju Mang's face became a little unfair. He was a little suspicious. If this continues, the martial arts performance will be performed.
Will all the monks who have reached these hundred numbers be wiped out?
"Exception, next." Jumang eliminated another person and shouted in a gloomy voice.
Although he was a little worried, he could see that Ju Mang had no intention of showing mercy at all, and the selection was quite strict. He eliminated more than ten people in succession, and a middle-aged man emerged from the crowd. This middle-aged man looked very distinctive and tall.
Two meters away, with a national face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a strong body. When I stood there, I looked like a bull.
"I'm in the morning, please ask seniors to take the exam." The middle-aged man is different from other monks. The other monks bow carefully, while he bows to Jumang very casually.
When Jumang saw Niu Zhen’s extraordinary spirit, he immediately felt a little fond of him and looked forward to him.
"Take it." Hearing Ju Mang shouted softly and punched Niu Zhen.
Niu Zhen saw a white light coming, and his tiger's body shook and his eyes shone.
"Excuse me." He shouted loudly, not only did not retreat, but instead took a step forward, his fists moved together, and a meteor came to chase the moon.
"Bang." The collision sound came.
"Dingdengdengdengdengdeng." Niu Zhen felt a huge force surge and was shocked to retreat several times.
But despite this, he did not fall down. Unlike the positions in front, he became a pumpkin after being punched.
"Yes, you passed and stood behind me." Ju Mang's face showed a smile, and he thought to himself, this time he finally didn't have to be wiped out.
"Thank you, senior." Niu Zhen was also very happy, looked at the crowd, and showed a look of pride on his face.
The assessment continued, and five or six more people were eliminated. A white-faced monk who looked very young was standing up. The white-faced monk compared with Niu Zhen, forming a sharp contrast. This person was only 1.5 meters tall and thin.
It's not too long, and the waist is not as thick as Niu Zhen's neck. The face is a bit too white, as if it's coated with flour. If you want to get it to the cemetery at night, it might scare a few people to death. Zhang Chaozong is the most important thing.
What made me feel uncomfortable was that this boy's pair of dead fish eyes were straight and dry, without any anger.
Ju Mang obviously also thought that the white-faced monk was very distinctive, so he looked him up and down, left and right.
"Bai Zhuang greets senior, please give me advice." The white-faced monk stepped forward and greeted Jumang.
When Jumang heard this name, his heart said, "You are strong enough, just like that little chicken, and there are only a few taels in total."
"Take it." Although Ju Mang didn't look like Bai Zhuang in his heart, his expression was very serious and he looked serious.
Bai Zhuang was not panicked at all when he saw Ju Mang hit him with a punch. He shook his hand and used a ghost-faced shield, with a hint of black air on the shield.
"Bang." Jumang hit the ghost face shield with his punch, and the ghost face shield was trembling.
Seeing this, Bai Zhuang quickly pinched the spiritual skills and pointed at the Ghost Face Shield. The Ghost Face Shield was shining brightly and barely resisted Ju Mang's fist. Bai Zhuang was impacted and calmly took three steps back and stood firm.
"This white-faced boy is quite powerful." Zhang Chaozong knew what it means to be a person who should not behave like a person, and the sea water should not be measured. This person named Bai Zhuang looked at his skin and bones, but the bones were full of energy, so he saw that he took the sentence
After Mang's calmness after a punch, I guess Niu Zhen may not be this kid's opponent.
"Very good, you passed, stand behind me." Ju Mang was also very surprised, but his face did not show it.
"Thank you for your mercy, Senior." Bai Zhuang also stood behind Ju Mang.
Niu Zhen saw Bai Zhuang standing next to him, basically not much taller than his waist, and he never figured out how this white-faced boy could catch Ju Mang's powerful punch.
"I said, have you walked through the back door?" Niu Zhen asked in a low voice.
When Bai Zhuang heard this, he glared at the dead fish, "You have just walked through the back door?"
"Don't be angry, I'm just curious. You said, how could you, a little chicken, resist that punch?" Niu Zhen grinned and chuckled.
"Hmph, the cow is quite strong, but when you encounter a tiger, you will still be eaten." Bai Zhuang said with his eyes rolled over.
"Is that true? But I have seen a tiger killed by a bull." Niu Zhen said happily.
Although both of them lowered their voices, Jumang's ears were so clear that their conversation could not be read out.
"What are you arguing? If you don't want to stand here, get out." Ju Mang turned his head and shouted.
Niu Zhen and Bai Zhuang shrank their necks at the same time and stopped talking. After training Niu Zhen and Bai Zhuang, Ju Mang turned around and shouted, "Next."
This time, a cultivator who was neither fat nor thin appeared, but was punched out. In this way, one left and one right, one after another, and when there were only a dozen people left, it was Zhang Chaozong's turn to appear.
"Zhang Chaozong greets seniors and asks for advice." Zhang Chaozong fought against Jumang and bowed to him.
When Ju Mang looked at it, he felt that the boy in front of him was very bad because he had no characteristics. Both of them passed the previous ones were very distinctive. Therefore, Ju Mang felt that those with characteristics were easier to pass than those without characteristics.
"Please take the call." Ju Mang didn't intend to say much to Zhang Chaozong, and a punch was a "huh".