Only then did Zang Qing wake up, his clenched fists tightened again, green light surged from all over his body, three haloes lit up on the sharp corners, his figure grew several times, becoming ten feet tall, he looked up to the sky and let out a cry
Roaring, he raised his fists and pushed towards the huge cloud palm.
I saw layers of green light surging in the void, turning into two huge fist shadows in the void, rising into the sky with an unparalleled momentum.
Zhao Zhuming shook his sleeves and suddenly pressed down his palms.
The clouds in the sky surged wildly, and the cloud palm broke out from the stratus clouds, pressing down like Mount Tai.
The air above the stone platform seemed to have been suddenly sucked out, and it became extremely silent. Not even the slightest trace of wind, smoke, or dust could be seen.
Shi Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the golden light in his pupils turned down, and he saw that the fine dust scattered on the stone platform was shaking slightly, as if it was being continuously suppressed by an invisible force.
At this moment, the shadow of Zang Qing's upward fist finally collided with the cloud palm.
There was a "click" sound.
The moment the navy blue fist shadow came into contact with the cloud palm, lines split open, and without any delay, it turned into a sheet of blue light and dissipated.
And Zang Qing, who was on the stone platform, had also returned to his original figure, lying on his back, unable to move at all.
After a moment, Zhao Zhuming silently retracted his palms and stood with his hands behind his back, not looking at Zang Qing again.
The cloud palm in the sky did not disperse, but was still floating quietly in the sky.
When everyone around the stone platform saw this scene, they immediately became quiet. It seemed that no one expected that this first trial would end so easily.
Then, heated discussions immediately erupted around the stone platform.
"Brother Shi, this Zang Qing seems to be at the middle stage of the Holy Order. How come he was defeated in almost an instant?" Shu Youjin asked in disbelief.
"This Zang Qing's strength is not weak, and he has already reached the threshold of the late Saint level. However, his attack was too slow, allowing Elder Zhu Ming's Yun Palm energy to accumulate enough downward pressure, making him completely unable to resist.
"Shi Mu's eyes were slightly focused as he looked at the huge cloud palm floating in the sky.
"Young master, are you saying that we should strike preemptively?" Fang Zhen asked quickly.
"That's not necessarily true. Zang Qing's move is to use offense instead of defense. If he can be faster and the upward momentum is stronger, he can withstand Yunzhang. But if it were done by others or other methods,
Not necessarily." Shi Mu explained.
After hearing this, Fang Zhen and Shu Youjin nodded in agreement.
Within a moment, the second person to be tested stood on the stone platform.
This man was three feet tall, but extremely thin. There were thick joints every three inches on his limbs, making him look like a slender bamboo pole, which was very strange.
"This person seems to be from the Clan Bamboo Clan. They haven't appeared in the Tianhe Star Territory for a long time. I didn't expect to see him here." Shu Youjin said with some surprise.
As soon as he finished speaking, streaks of cyan light began to light up on the man's body.
From where the green light spread on his body, hair-like green tentacles suddenly emerged, twisting and twisting towards the surface of the surrounding stone platform.
The moment those green tentacles touched the ground, they suddenly raised their heads and plunged towards the stone platform.
Just listen to the sound of "hoo".
The tentacles that penetrated into the ground immediately grew dozens of times in size the moment they touched the soil, cracking the ground and bursting out from it.
The Clan Bamboo Tribe, who was originally only three feet tall, grew several times in size and turned into a cyan giant over ten feet tall. His whole body seemed to be surrounded by green bamboos, and even his cheeks were covered with armor-like bamboo joints.
Zhao Zhuming lowered his eyebrows and looked at him. He turned his wrist and pressed down. The huge cloud palm that had been stationary suddenly surged and pressed downwards.
The green giant did not take the initiative to attack, but instead bent his knees slightly and raised his arms high, holding on to Yun Zhang.
There was no violent collision or huge sound. The blue giant held up the cloud palm with both hands, as if holding up the sky.
Just hearing bursts of "ka-ka" sounds in mid-air, the tall body of the cyan giant began to become rickety, and the originally straight arms also became bent under the tremendous pressure.
A series of "crackling" sounds broke out from the green bamboo knots wrapped around it, and it was overwhelmed and burst.
After a while, there was only a "bang" sound.
The whole body of the green giant exploded, green bamboo shoots out from it and exploded into pieces, while the Clan Bamboo tribesman flew out from it and fell outside the stone platform.
In just a few dozen breaths, the second disciple of the Hundred Clans who participated in the assessment failed miserably, which caused the stone platform to fall into a brief blank. For a while, it once again fell into a situation where no one took the initiative to take the stage.
"There are many important matters in the old man's clan. If no one comes up to challenge you, then all of them will be considered abandoned!" Zhao Zhuming raised his eyebrows and said loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the third challenger jumped onto the stone platform.
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The sun gradually set towards the west at noon, stretching everyone's shadows longer and longer. Most of the day passed, but among the dozens of people who had taken the exam, not one of them passed.
"You have to pass this level anyway, sir, I'll go first." Fang Zhen said to Shi Mu, cupping his hands.
"Go." Shi Mu nodded and said.
Fang Zhen turned around, jumped onto the stone platform with a long stride, and saluted Zhao Zhuming.
Zhao Zhuming just nodded lightly, then turned his wrist over again and pressed it down.
As soon as Fang Zhen saw the clouds surging in the sky, his eyes immediately flashed with purple light, and his body lit up with a purple light.
He let out a roar from his mouth, put his hands on the ground, and fell down.
He could only hear "crackling" sounds all over his body, and strong muscles quickly rose up, and his whole body swelled.
Black hairs like steel thorns sprouted from the parts of his body that were not covered by clothing, which looked very scary.
"This kid is really smart. As soon as he came up, he used his tribe's ox demon magic skill to transform into the Manggu sacred ox." Shu Youjin's eyes lit up and he said with a smile.
"His strength is only in the middle stage of the Saint level. If he doesn't use his strongest moves from the beginning, he has no chance of surviving." Shi Mu said.
"Moo"
Just hearing a cry that shook the world, a huge black bull with a body length of more than fifty feet appeared on the stone platform. Purple light flashed in its eyes, and two sharp horns on its head snaked into the sky.
, there is purple mist constantly spraying out from the nose.
His body shrank back, his hind feet kicked hard on the ground, his head suddenly raised, and he rushed straight up.
There was a loud "boom" sound.
I saw that the sharp horn on the head of the black bull was shining with golden light, and it was directly pressed into the palm of Yunzhang's hand.
"Rumble"
A burst of thunder sounded, and the clouds inside the cloud palm surged and rolled towards the sharp corner, and a huge force like an overwhelming mountain came down.
Just listen to a loud "bang" sound.
The black cow that Fang Zhen transformed into finally couldn't resist anymore. His front legs trembled and he knelt down suddenly.
Where his knees pressed down, the ground cracked with cracks like spider webs, spreading in all directions.
At this moment, the red light flashed in the palm of the cloud, turned into a red color, and rolled down with a billowing heat wave.
There was a loud "boom" sound.
Most of the stone platform suddenly sank, and the entire stone platform collapsed by half a foot.
A large amount of smoke and dust rose up, covering the entire stone platform. Shi Mu saw that Fang Zhen's figure was shrinking little by little, gradually changing back to its original appearance.
"I'm afraid he can't hold it anymore." Shu Youjin said with a slight frown.
"Not necessarily." Shi Mu said with a slightly raised brow.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound in the smoke and dust on the stone platform, and a vague figure stood up tremblingly from it.
"What a boy, you can actually stand up." Seeing this scene, Shu Youjin couldn't help but be a little surprised and shouted.
Zhao Zhuming glanced at Fang Zhen indifferently, his expression did not change much, he just nodded and said: "Passed."
After half a day of fighting, the first person to pass was finally produced. This was exciting and happy news for all the children of the hundreds of tribes who participated in this matter beside the stone platform.
Everyone who had gradually lost confidence now had hope rekindled in their hearts, and everyone was rubbing their fists and hands together, ready to go on stage.
After Fang Zhen came down from the stage, he said something to Shi Mu and then walked back to the stone stage, sat down cross-legged and started to adjust.
"Hey, he passed, I'll try too." Shu Youjin looked away from Fang Zhen's back and said to Shi Mu.
"You go first. Through this assessment, you can learn a lot of information about the hundreds of tribes in the Tianhe Star Region. I will take a look." Shi Mu said.
Shu Youjin nodded, turned around, and quickly arrived on the stone platform.
The previous fighting had already turned the stone platform into a mess. Shu Youjin found a slightly flat place to stand and bowed respectfully to Zhao Zhuming.
The two began to fight, and Zhao Zhuming still turned his hand to call the clouds into a giant palm, and pressed down on his head.
Shu Youjin rolled his eyes, but his body did not move. He clasped his hands in front of his chest.
Everyone around the stone platform didn't know what was going on and laughed. Some of them shouted loudly: "It's useless to pray at this time, right?"
Shi Mu's eyes were indifferent, and there was no worry on his face. He knew that Shu Youjin was not the kind of person who relied on God's mercy, and he must have a back-up plan.
Sure enough, the next second Shu Youjin's clasped hands suddenly opened, a golden light shone from them, and a vast and primitive aura spread on the stone platform.
A golden seed the size of a melon seed was suspended in the palms of his hands. It was covered with simple and strange lines that were difficult to understand, and it looked very extraordinary.
"This is... Kuijialian!" Someone recognized the scent and shouted loudly.
Many people around him took a breath and looked in disbelief.