Mo Chusheng tried his best three times in a row, but the Wangfu coach was still as steady as a mountain, motionless, but it could be seen that the ground beneath his feet had sunk in slightly.

The besieging players secretly sighed and wondered, if they were on the field themselves, would they be able to do this?

When the two sides were in a stalemate for about two minutes, Mo Chusheng suddenly shouted loudly. His face instantly turned purple, and his strength suddenly increased. He pushed forward with both hands, causing the coach's body to tilt back involuntarily.

go.

"Zixia Gong!"

Someone screamed.

The internal strength that Mo Chusheng used was the Huashan Sect's Zhenshu Pavilion's Zixia Gong. This internal strength was officially rated as an 'advanced seventh level', which was only three levels short of being classified as a magical skill.

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The basic internal strength of the lower-level first-level can increase all attributes by about 5% with each level practiced, while the Zixia Gong can increase all attributes by about 15% with each level practiced. This gap is extremely obvious in the early stage, and in the later stage

, the gap is even more vast.

A good internal skill will directly affect a person's overall strength.

The Huashan Sect's 'Purple Cloud Gong' is not easy to learn. Ordinary disciples are not qualified to learn it. Only those disciples who are shown as the successors of the leader are qualified to learn it.

Mo made a sound and used the 'Purple Cloud Gong', even Ma Qianjun was moved by it. You must know that at this stage, no one has learned the so-called 'Magic Gong', and the 'Purple Cloud Gong', which is second only to the magical power, once you have it,

It is definitely an existence that makes people envious and hateful.

Mo Chusheng's head was filled with light purple gas. His strength was still increasing. Opposite him, the instructor of the Royal Palace, his upper body had now tilted to an awkward angle. Although he was also working hard to use his internal strength, he was far away.

Losing to the 'Zixia Gong' came quickly.

"Bang! Bang"

Mo Chusheng shouted again, and the purple energy above his head suddenly erupted, and he pushed forward suddenly. The instructor of the Royal Palace involuntarily took two steps back before he stopped.

The instructor of the royal palace bowed his hand to Mo Chunsheng, sincerely convinced: "Young hero's magical skill, I have lost."

——Mo Speech succeeded in challenging the royal coach, and his reputation rose by 5 points!

The first person to challenge succeeds!

Mo Shengsheng wiped his sweat, smiled, and walked back to the crowd.

Mo Yaosheng's performance made Master Jingse jealous: "Ami, your sister's Zixia Gong, which is second only to the magical power, how did he learn it? Is this kid the next head of Huashan?"

Ye Cheng smiled: "You don't have to be the heir to the head to learn Zixia Gong."

Master Jiese glared and said, "You kid must know what's going on. Tell me quickly."

"To be honest, I really don't know..."

"Dry!"

Mo Chusheng successfully completed the challenge. To say that the person present who was the most irritated was probably Ma Qianjun. He always believed that he and Mo Chusheng were about equal in strength. Now that Mo Chusheng has passed the test, if he passes

However, doesn’t that mean that I am inferior to him?

"I come!"

Ma Qianjun cheered up and walked towards the instructor of the palace.

Ma Qianjun picked up the log with his toes, then picked it up with one hand. When he pushed it forward, the log stabbed the instructor's chest firmly. His deliberate show off naturally aroused applause.

Ma Qianjun shouted loudly and suddenly released the log. He formed palms with his hands and continuously hit the log with his forehand and backhand.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The martial arts he used was the superior martial arts of the Wudang Sect - Tai Chi!

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Ma Qianjun kept hitting the log, and his strength continued to increase. However, the Wangfu instructor was as steady as a rock, and his body did not even shake.

Ma Qianjun didn't know the Purple Cloud Kung Fu, so he couldn't physically suppress his opponent, so no matter how high-fiving he was, it would be like a bull in the sea, with no effect.

Two minutes passed, Ma Qianjun's face was covered with sweat, and his strength was almost exhausted, but the body of the Wangfu coach did not move at all.

Ma Qianjun became anxious and slapped his palms faster, making the log bang.

Just when Ma Qianjun's internal energy was about to be exhausted, he suddenly took out a red pill and stuffed it into his mouth, and his internal energy immediately increased a lot.

A disciple of the Hengshan Sect was shocked and said: "I'm wiping it, but you're also taking some medicine with me?"

Ma Qianjun's face turned red and he slapped his hands faster.

Master Jiese touched his bald head: "This guy is going to lose."

Ye Cheng shook his head: "His Tai Chi practice has reached the fourth level of leveraging force. It's a pity that he doesn't understand the method, otherwise he wouldn't be like this."

Master Jiese didn't believe it: "You mean, he has the strength to pass the level? It's impossible, he can't even take drugs."

Ye Cheng smiled: "Do you know what inertia is? He exerted countless propulsive forces on the log, but if at this time, instead of hitting it forward, he suddenly hugged the log and pulled it back, what would happen?

what happen?"

Master Jingse was startled for a moment, then patted his bald head: "Fuck me, Ami, that instructor from the palace will definitely lose his balance."

Ye Cheng spoke in a very low voice, but Master Jiese had a loud voice. What he said was clearly heard by Ma Qianjun. After thinking about it for a moment, he understood what it meant. He hugged the log with both hands and pushed hard towards it.

When he pulled back, he heard an ouch, and the Wangfu instructor lost his balance, fell to the ground like a dog...

Master Jingse was dumbfounded: "Ami, I am a Buddha, I seem to have said the wrong thing, little monk."

If it weren't for his words, Ma Qianjun would definitely have failed in the challenge. Now it's better. Not only did he pass, but he also showed his face in such a big way that he even dragged down the instructors in the palace.

"SB!"

The Hengshan sect disciple who had spoken out before couldn't help but cursed the monk.

Ma Qianjun passed, which meant that there was one more person competing for the 'Xuan Tie Order'. Can he not be angry?

Master Jiese's face turned red, he covered his face with his sleeves and hid behind Ye Cheng.

"I'm going to challenge the coach to do some tricks!"

At this time, another player walked up, but his performance was not worth mentioning. He gave up and left the game in just ten seconds.

After that, several more players came on stage, but except for one who passed by luck, the rest were all eliminated.

Bing Xin Zidie came on stage. Her internal strength was not as good as Mo Chushe's, and her ability to use force was not as good as Ma Qianjun's, but she was extremely smart. She actually held a wooden pestle on the instructor's chest and quickly circled around him.

, I saw her footsteps moving frequently, like a fairy dancing. After a while, the instructor was so dizzy by her spin that he could no longer hold up.

The Iron Sword Sect's magical skill of changing light skills is unique in the martial arts world, second only to the magical skill of 'Lingbo Weibu'.

"The heroine has great skills, but I lost."

"I come."

When there were only four players left to take the field, Ye Cheng took a step forward and prepared to leave.

Master Jingse was a little worried: "Dark Blue, how about I come first?"

Ye Cheng is only level 18 and does not know any martial arts. Master Jingse is extremely worried that he will not be able to pass the test, so he wants to go out and exhaust the instructor's energy for him first, so that he has a chance to pass.

Ye Cheng waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to worry, and stood in front of the instructor holding the Qingshuang Sword.

"Shenlan, a low-ranking disciple of the Xingxiu Sect, keeps a low profile. Please give me some advice."

The instructor also bowed his hands and saluted him, but the expression on his face was mostly disdain. There was no other way, who made the Xingxiu Sect a cult?

Ye Cheng did not pick up the log, but smiled and took out the 'Plum Blossom Sleeve Arrow' from his sleeve and let the instructor watch.

"This is a plum blossom sleeve arrow. It can fire five sleeve arrows at the same time. It is coated with poison."

The instructor asked in confusion: "Young Master Deep Blue, what do you mean by taking out this thing and showing it to me?"

"I will chop off your right foot with my sword in a while, and shoot your left foot with a plum blossom sleeve arrow at the same time. My martial arts skills are low, so I can only use tricks to get through. I hope the instructor doesn't mind." Ye Cheng clasped his fists.

The instructor was stunned.

He cuts with a sword, shoots with poisonous arrows, and still says he doesn’t mind? This person is too shameless...

Looking at the small quiver in Ye Cheng's hand, the instructor subconsciously shrank back.

"Teacher, please stand still, we are about to start."

Ye Cheng raised his sword to cut, but the instructor raised his hand: "I'll admit defeat..."

——Shen Lan succeeded in challenging the Wangfu coach in a low-key manner, and his reputation rose by 1 point. However, due to the despicable means, his moral index dropped by 10 points.
Chapter completed!