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- A few days later, Zhang Chaozong followed the fat and thin envoys to Dark Gold Mountain, the holy land of the barbarians. To be precise, it was in the city at the foot of Dark Gold Mountain. The barbarians backed the Dark Gold Mountain and built a huge city named Man City. It was so majestic that it shocked Zhang Chaozong more than any other city he had seen before.
Standing in the barbaric city, looking up, you can see the Dark Gold Mountain not far away. There are several golden lights looming among the lingering clouds and mist, which makes people feel even more mysterious. The two envoys, fat and thin, arranged for Zhang Chaozong to stay, and then hurriedly left on their mission.
Zhang Chaozong waited patiently at his residence for two days, when someone informed him to gather at the martial arts field. When Zhang Chaozong arrived, he found seven or eight people already standing there in the martial arts field. Zhang Chaozong saw that these people were all foundation-building monks, and they all had one thing in common, which was spiritual and physical cultivation.
"It seems that these people are selected from various barbarian tribes." Zhang Chaozong thought to himself.
People continued to come to the martial arts arena, and the number of people increased, and soon nearly a hundred people gathered. All of a sudden, the originally quiet martial arts field became noisy. The monks gathered in groups of three or five, chatting about everything. Of course, there are also some ways to communicate and cultivate immortality. Zhang Chaozong also joined the crowd discussing Taoism. After talking for a while, he felt that he had made a lot of progress.
After waiting for about half an hour, an old man in green robes accompanied by several monks arrived at the martial arts field.
There is a faint layer of metallic luster on the skin of the green-robed old man, which gives people the first impression that he is strong and powerful. His eyes were shining like bright stars.
"A monk in the pill-forming stage." Zhang Chaozong felt that the aura of the old man in green robe was unfathomable, and every movement gave people strong pressure. This was the power that could only be achieved in the pill-forming stage.
The martial arts arena suddenly became quiet, and the old man in green robe slowly turned his eyes, scanning everyone present.
"I am Jumang, the elder of the barbarian tribe. I know that all of you are the best among the spiritual and physical monks, but today I want to select the best among you and select the most powerful monks among you to help my tribe complete a task. It's a big deal. Of course, even if you can't be selected, I will send you Sichuan-funded travel expenses to express your gratitude." The old man in green robe said loudly.
When the monks present heard what he said, they were all stunned. No one expected that there would be a selection, and not everyone could stay. As a result, many people were dissatisfied, but they did not dare to express it. After all, Jumang was a dignified monk in the Danjie stage. If he really annoyed the other party, he would be beaten and killed without any room to explain.
Zhang Chaozong is very calm. He is very confident in himself and feels that standing out is not a problem.
¡°If anyone wants to quit now, I will never force you to do so,¡± Gou Mang continued.
Although many monks were dissatisfied just now, no one had any intention of quitting.
"Very good, since no one quits, let's start trying the moves." Ju Mang said, stood forward and explained the rules of the trial moves.
In fact, the rules are very simple. Gou Mang personally takes action and tries out the moves for all the monks. Anyone who can catch Ju Mang without being defeated in one blow will be considered a pass, while those who cannot catch one of his moves will be eliminated. Of course, Jumang would definitely not attack with all his strength, otherwise, all the foundation-building monks present might be wiped out.
"The first one." Ju Mang pointed at a red-faced monk in the crowd.
The red-faced monk stepped forward nervously and bowed to Jumang. It can be seen that the red-faced monk is a little nervous. After all, his opponent is a dignified monk in the alchemy stage.
"Take the move." Ju Mang punched casually.
His punch seemed ordinary, but it contained great power. A ray of light flashed past, and he was in front of the red-faced monk in an instant. The red-faced monk waved his hand and threw a shield.
"Bang." The fist burst out with a powerful force, smashing the shield to the ground. At the same time, the remaining power was not reduced, and the red-faced monk was knocked away.
The monks thought that the red-faced monk would be seriously injured by the powerful and heavy punch, or even die on the spot. But what everyone didn't expect was that the red-faced monk rolled a few times and got up from the ground without any injuries.
¡°Elimination, next one.¡± Jumang announced the result expressionlessly.
The red-faced monk knew that Ju Mang had shown mercy just now, otherwise his fate would have been tragic, so he bowed to Ju Mang and then stepped aside.
The second person to appear was a black-faced monk. This man was much more courageous than the red-faced monk. However, his ability was actually very limited. He was no better than the red-faced monk. After one punch, he turned into a pumpkin and was eliminated.
The selection went very quickly. Twenty or thirty people appeared in a row, but none of them could block Gou Mang's punch, and they were eliminated one after another. Ju Mang's face became a little ugly. He was a little suspicious and took a look.If this continues, will all the hundreds of monks on the martial arts field be wiped out?
"Eliminate, next one." Ju Mang eliminated another person and shouted in a gloomy voice.
Although I was a little worried, it was obvious that Gou Mang had no intention of showing mercy at all, and the selection was quite strict. A dozen more were eliminated one after another, and a middle-aged man stepped out from the crowd. This middle-aged man has a very distinctive appearance. He is about two meters tall, has a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a strong physique. When he stands there, he really looks like a bull.
"I'm Niu Zhen, please ask the senior to take the exam." The middle-aged man was different from the other monks. The other monks bowed carefully, but he casually bowed his hands towards Ju Manggong.
Seeing Niu Zhen¡¯s extraordinary energy, Gou Mang immediately felt a little fond of him and looked forward to him.
"Take the move." Ju Mang shouted and punched Niu Zhen.
Niu Zhen saw a white light coming, the tiger's body trembled, and his eyes shone.
"Kill." He shouted loudly. Instead of retreating, he took a step forward, moved both fists together, and shot up a shooting star to catch up with the moon.
"Bang." The sound of collision came.
"Kick, kick, kick, kick, kick." Niu Zhen felt a huge surge of force coming in, and he was shaken back several steps.
But despite this, he did not fall. Unlike the previous ones, they all turned into pumpkins after being punched.
"That's right, you passed and stood behind me." A smile appeared on Ju Mang's face, and he said to himself that this time he didn't have to annihilate the entire army.
"Thank you, senior." Niu Zhen was also very happy. He glanced at the crowd with a proud look on his face.
The assessment continued, and five or six more people were eliminated, and a young-looking white-faced monk stood out. Comparing this white-faced monk with Niu Zhen, they formed a sharp contrast. This man was only one and a half meters tall. He was very skinny, and his waist was not as thick as Niu Zhen's neck. That face was a bit too white, as if it had been coated with a layer of flour. If it were left in a cemetery at night, it might scare a few people to death. What made Zhang Chaozong feel most uncomfortable was the boy's dead fish eyes, which were straight and dry, without the slightest bit of anger.
Gou Mang obviously also felt that the white-faced monk was very distinctive and looked him up and down dozens of times.
"Bai Zhuang pays homage to senior and asks for his advice." The white-faced monk stepped forward and said hello to Gou Mang.
When Gou Mang heard this name, he thought to himself, "You are strong enough, just like that little chicken. You are only a few pounds in total."
"Take the move." Although Ju Mang didn't look at Bai Zhuang in his heart, his expression was very serious and he looked serious.
When Bai Zhuang saw Ju Mang's punch, he didn't panic at all. He waved his hand and held out a shield with a grimace, and there was still a trace of black gas coming out of the shield.
"Bang." Ju Mang hit the Ghost Face Shield with his fist, and the Ghost Face Shield was shaken by the impact.
Seeing this, Bai Zhuang quickly pinched the spirit formula and pointed at the Ghost Face Shield. The Ghost Face Shield emitted a bright black light, which could withstand Gou Mang's fist. Bai Zhuang was struck, so he calmly took three steps back and stood firm.
"This white-faced boy is quite powerful." Zhang Chaozong knows that people cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured. This man named Bai Zhuang looks skinny and bones, but his bones are full of strength. Look at him catching the sentence Mang's calmness after punching him suggested that Niu Zhen might not be a match for this kid.
"Very good, you passed, stand behind me." Ju Mang was also very surprised in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.
"Thank you, senior, for showing mercy." Bai Zhuang also stood behind Jumang.
Niu Zhen saw Bai Zhuang standing next to him, basically not much higher than the waist of his trousers. He couldn't figure out how this white-faced boy could catch Gou Mang's powerful punch.
"I said, did you go through the back door?" Niu Zhen asked in a lowered voice.
When Bai Zhuang heard this, he glared: "Did you just go through the back door?"
"Don't be angry, I'm just curious. How can you withstand that punch with a body like yours?" Niu Zhen grinned and chuckled.
"Hmph, that cow is quite strong, but it will still get chewed by a tiger." Bai Zhuang said, rolling his eyelids.
"Really, but I have seen a tiger gored to death by a cow." Niu Zhen said happily.
Although both of them lowered their voices, Ju Mang's ears could clearly hear every word of their conversation.
"What are you two arguing about? 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 fell silent. After training Niu Zhen and Bai Zhuang, Gou Mang turned back and shouted: "Next one."
This time, a monk who was neither fat nor thin appeared, but he wasIt flew away with one punch. In this way, one from the left, one from the right, one after another, and when there were no more than ten people left in total, it was Zhang Chaozong's turn to appear.
"Zhang Chaozong pays homage to his seniors and asks for their advice." Zhang Chaozong went to fight across from Jumang and held his hands as a courtesy.
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"Take the move." Gou Mang didn't intend to say much to Zhang Chaozong. The "hoo" was just a punch. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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