Ji Wusheng walked out with great enthusiasm and began to perform his iron arm fist. He punched the air in one punch and another. The fist was extremely strong and seemed to be able to break mountains and crack stones, break gold and cut iron.

Hua Shenguang saw it. While he punched, the true energy in his body swelled up along the meridians in his hand, forming cyclones around his arms. These cyclones could withstand external attacks and hit them at the same time, which also had huge power, making his arms as hard as steel.

After a set of boxing techniques, Ji Wuyin stood up and bowed and said, "After the demonstration of the lower iron arm fist is completed, please judge!"

Many people at the scene looked at Hua Shenguang, wondering how he judged and what he could point out.

Hua Shenguang nodded and walked forward two steps: "Ji Wusheng, your cultivation is at the eighth level of the body. The iron arm fist is extremely strong. Practice your arm as hard as iron. If you punch out, even the masters of the ninth level of the body cannot be beaten. This boxing technique is indeed a powerful attacking gate. However, this boxing technique also has some disadvantages. That is, your meridians will gradually lose their elasticity due to the influence of boxing techniques, so there will be obstacles to development in the future. You retreat and cannot pass for the time being."

Ji Wusheng's face showed a look of disappointment, and his family boxing brochure also stated the disadvantages. To solve them, he had to find a feminine skill to practice, and he had to use his extraordinary talent to integrate feminineness and hardness to resolve them.

"Sir, you pointed it out with a word, I admire you!" Ji Wusheng didn't know who Hua Shenguang was, so he called him, and then retreated with conscience.

Hua Shenguang's comments also surprised many people. Just one look can tell the good or bad of other people's martial arts. Such people are simply incredible. However, those who know Hua Shenguang secretly admire him. No wonder Hua Shenguang can reach the ninth level of physical body in more than a year. With this speed of practice, his understanding of martial arts must be very unique. They have a higher admiration for Hua Shenguang.

The second person walked out. This was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a high-eyed nose, half white hair, and a bit weird on his face. He told himself that: "In Gaoyang, the practice of practicing is the 'Nineteen Swords of Great Compassion'."

After reporting, he started to demonstrate. He pointed a long sword in his hand, and a sword sounded throughout the audience. Then the sword light burst into full force, and the sharp sword moves were fatal. In addition, a sad mood was emitted. People with weak cultivation even felt an inexplicable sadness, sadness and sadness. Hua Shenguang closed his eyes and felt this sadness carefully.

As a long rainbow shot out, a large piece of stone in the field was beaten into powder from afar. Gao Yang stopped the sword and stopped the exercise and stood straight in the field. Seeing Hua Shenguang still closing his eyes and feeling it, he was immediately happy. It seemed that his sword intent had affected the selector, and the chance of passing it was relatively high.

After a while, Hua Shenguang opened his eyes and immediately said, "Gaoyang, your sword has already become artistic. This is a very good situation. When facing the enemy, it can interfere with some people with weak will and achieve unexpected goals."

"Thank you sir!" Gao Yang thanked with his fists.

"But you can't pass either." Hua Shenguang's words shattered all Gao Yang's hopes.

"I dare to ask the master, why? The sword intent can be condensed in the physical realm, less than ten or two. Can the situation be below the limit still meet the adult's standards?" Gao Yang was a little excited. Not only him, but also some other people were puzzled by this, and wanted to see how the selector explained it.

"Okay, I'll tell you why. Your sword technique is called "The Nineteen Swords of Great Compassion". As the name suggests, the sword technique should condense the artistic conception of compassion, but there is only sorrow in your sword intent, but there is no kindness. Because it is missing this kind of compassion, your sword moves are all aimed at killing the enemy. Also, your hair and beard are white early. I probably also because you took a detour when practicing sword technique. Because this kind of sorrow has already affected your mind unconsciously, so it causes your subconscious mind to exaggerate sadness in your heart. There is an old saying that makes you sad and your hair thinner. So I suggest that you should study your sword technique carefully from the beginning, especially in terms of artistic conception, to see if you have taken a fork in the way. If you have studied it thoroughly, come to me again."

Gao Yang was shocked. No one had ever pointed his sword move so incisively. Hua Shenguang's words pulled him back from the wrong way. He savored for a while and immediately thanked him: "My wise eyes are like a torch. I am making up for the determination to study the sword score from scratch and turn it back to the right place. My grace to me today is to remember it."

Hua Shenguang’s two wonderful comments were refreshing and made everyone feel that this selector was indeed a little trick, otherwise how could the princess suddenly announce that he would come to choose?

The third person stood up and said, "Let's go down to Ling Aotian, practice the 'Vajra Finger Qi', please give me some advice.

"Ling Aotian, you are only 30 years old this year and have reached the ninth level of physical body. It is also very fast to enter the country. You can perform." Hua Shenguang could see at a glance that Ling Aotian's true energy was long and flowing, and he knew that this person had a solid foundation and his understanding of martial arts was extraordinary.

Ling Aotian moved his body and stepped forward to a huge rock of more than two people in the field. He stretched out his five fingers and poked at the huge rock.

Hua Shenguang's eyes lit up because he could see that the moment Ling Aotian stretched his fingers, the true energy in his dantian moved violently and flowed to his hand, forming a spiral pointed shape at the front of his fingers. Moreover, his meridians had a huge capacity to accommodate the huge true energy that was exhaled at this moment.

The seemingly weak fingers are white and clean, unlike those who practice martial arts, who poked on hard stones and poked in deep five fingerprints. It seems that the stone is not made of stones, but soil.

Ling Aotian kept poking the stone with his hands, leaving fingerprints on it, each of which was buried in his fingers, reaching two or three inches deep.

It is very simple to break a stone, but to leave a specific mark on the stone, it not only requires strong true energy, but also extremely strong soft and control. Hua Shenguang believed that he could not do this situation in Ling Aotian now.

"This fingering method is entirely based on the explosion of true qi, but after the explosion, Ling Aotian controlled it carefully. Well, this person is good, has potential and has a future of development." Hua Shenguang had already made an evaluation in his heart.

After Ling Aotian's fingering technique was practiced, he stood respectfully in front of Hua Shenguang, waiting for his guidance.
Chapter completed!