Slaughter for the whole people: start to plunder the god-level opportunity

Chapter 690

After hearing the old Taoist's words, everyone's heart trembled, and they looked around vigilantly.

There were a total of 60 people present, and only 20 people were accepted.

"Even practicing martial arts like this?"

Zhao Dong was almost speechless.

However, there are many people who come to study, which means that this place must be good.

After all, the eyes of the masses are discerning.

Zhao Dong is confident that with his talent, there should be no problem.

"Come in with me, remember, no loud noise is allowed."

The old Taoist warned again, and then led the people in.

When they came to a martial arts training ground, Zhao Dong and his group were divided into two rows.

Two rows of people stand facing each other.

Opposite Zhao Dong was a 24-year-old young man with dark skin and several teeth decayed.

He smiled at Zhao Dong and clasped his fists.

He estimated that he would definitely pass the test, so he was very confident.

Zhao Dong also smiled.

"The two rows of people have already completed the battle. If you defeat the person on the opposite side, you will pass the level. The losers will leave on their own."

The old man shouted lightly.

"what!!!"

Everyone was taken aback.

Asking them to compete in martial arts, this...

Zhao Dong and the swarthy youth just smiled at each other to show their friendship.

But the next moment, the two of them were almost at the same time, and their expressions turned serious.

Because this means that they have become enemies!

Either you leave the sect, or I leave!

"excuse me."

Zhao Dong didn't talk nonsense, and slapped it with one palm.

"I won't lose. Yeah!!"

The swarthy young man shouted, and punched out.

The two of them were filled with energy.

It's a pity that although the youth's internal energy is very strong, it has reached the third level of body forging.

But compared with Zhao Dong's, there is still a huge difference.

The moment of contact, the complexion of the dark young man changed drastically.

He felt a force from Zhao Dong's offensive.

"So strong..."

With a muffled grunt, he flew backwards.

"boom!"

The swarthy young man fell to the ground, a mouthful of blood spilled out, and he was directly injured.

Zhao Dong did not continue to attack, but clasped his fists: "I've accepted."

Not far away, the old Taoist looked at Zhao Dong and nodded slightly: "This kid is not bad. His methods are clean and neat."

"Elder, do you want me to record him and recruit him directly?" A young disciple beside him lowered his head and said.

The old man waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, although there are some strengths, there are many in our sect who are capable. If we want to go far, we depend on our family background and follow-up potential. Let's take a look."

"Yes, elder."

Zhao Dong here!

With the dark youth being knocked into the air, Zhao Dong didn't want to fight anymore.

Unexpectedly, this dark young man was not forgiving.

Wiping off the blood from the corner of his mouth, he immediately stood up alive and glared at Zhao Dong.

"I didn't lose!"

He shouted resolutely, and rushed towards Zhao Dong after the words fell.

"Three consecutive punches!"

brush brush...

He punched Zhao Dong several times in a row.

Zhao Dong had no desire to dodge at all.

Facing several punches in a row, he directly threw out a yang punch.

The scorching yang energy was like water vapor, making the other party shrink back.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhao Dong turned around and threw his kick.

"Snapped!"

With a whip-like kick, the opponent was kicked flying and fell to the ground again.

"You lost again." Zhao Dong said lightly.

"Damn, why is this happening!!"

The dark youth was almost in despair.

He looked at Zhao Dong and shook his head dejectedly: "I know you kept your hand, I'm sorry, I was impulsive just now."

"I have received your apology, and I forgive you."

"Hey... I'm leaving."

The dark youth leaves.

At the same time, among the other teams, the winners and losers were also decided one by one.

Some people were knocked to the ground and left dejectedly.

The victors look excited.

As the losers left, there were only 30 people left on the field.

Among these 30 people, only [-] people can stay, and the elimination rate is very high!

Zhao Dong took a glance, and among the 30 people, five of them were women.

Although it looks like a lot, compared to the overall ratio, women's martial arts training is obviously at a disadvantage.

Just as he was thinking, the old Taoist came with a group of disciples.

"You guys have broken into the first level, but don't be complacent, because there are still ten people among you who need to be eliminated."

"Now let me talk about the second level. The second level is relatively simple. That is, I will test your root bones. If the root bones are not good, or have been finalized, it means that you will grow up in the future."

The old man spoke coldly, expressionless.

A group of people tightened up again.

Then, I saw a disciple coming behind the old Taoist, holding a teapot and some teacups in his hand.

"This teapot contains a kind of medicine, which can test your bones, eat it to see how you react."

The old Taoist didn't go into details, and Zhao Dong's words were vague.

But it doesn't matter, according to Zhinao, his root bones are within the qualified range.

"The root bone is with us, divided into nine levels!"

"Nine is the best number, let's drink it."

Zhao Dong nodded, looking at the black liquid medicine in the bowl in front of him, frowning slightly.

To be honest, the smell is not very pleasant, it has a foul smell.

But no matter what, everyone else drank it.

He drank it with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, one of the oldest ones was about to vomit: "Wow..."

He lowered his head and spit out the liquid medicine just now, with a painful expression on his face: "I...I can't take it anymore, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, the weaker your root bone is, the more you can't bear the power of the medicine. Your root bone is the lowest, only level 1, let's go."

The old man said lightly.

"What...how is this possible!"

The man's face was full of darkness.

She had already come this far, but unexpectedly, she still fell short.

Almost his whole body was shaking, and he felt that life was gloomy.

Zhao Dong's heart trembled, he understood the use of this liquid medicine.

"No wonder the body feels like vomiting after drinking the liquid medicine. It turns out to be like this."

He muttered, and the two people beside him lay on the ground at the same time.

These two people seem to be together, and their strength is not bad, but at the same time, their faces are flushed, obviously unable to hold on.

But they know that once they vomit, it means that their talent is not good enough and they can only leave.

Therefore, both of them tried their best to prevent them from spitting out.

"Hold it, hold it back..."

The person on the right snorted: "Wow..."

"disuse!"

The cold voice made the hearts of the people around him tremble.

"People who want to vomit, there is no need to bear it, because this medicine is not enough to rely on patience. The more you bear it, the more you will hurt your body, and the gain will outweigh the loss."

The old man said calmly, he has noticed that several people can't hold on anymore.

Sure enough, as the two couldn't hold on anymore, someone vomited again.

After a while, there were only 22 people left on the field.

An hour passed, and nothing happened to these 22 people.

Including Zhao Dong.

Although there was a feeling of vomiting in the early stage, this feeling subsided soon, and Zhao Dong felt refreshed and very comfortable.

"I just said that my bones are still okay."

Zhao Dong muttered.

The old Taoist sighed: "The 22 of you are the best in this area, but unfortunately, two more people need to be expelled!"

Several disciples were secretly vigilant and looked around.

"Hey, there is no way. There are too many disciples in the sect. In fact, after accepting your group of disciples, this sect will not accept disciples for the next year."

"So it is."

Everyone's heart froze.

"The third test, which is the last test, is not about your strength or talent, but... family background! I want to know about your family background."

The old man said lightly.

The talent has already been said almost.

Those present can say everything.

That being the case, the comparison is family background.

To learn martial arts, family background is very important.

Without a good family background, the medicines and good animal meat needed in the process of learning martial arts are simply unaffordable.

If you can't afford it, you will fall behind others.

If you can't afford it, warriors will try their best to get money.

Over time, learning is delayed.

Therefore, in the view of the Jing An Pai, family background is very important.

Since these people have similar talents, it is more important than their family background.

Zhao Dong was stunned.

Compared with talent and strength, he has self-confidence.

But now it is actually better than the family.

That's enough, he is an orphan, how could his family be better than others?

"How is your family?"

The old man walked up to a woman.

This woman has a ponytail, bright eyes, and a pretty face, and she looks quite cute.

The clothes on his body are luxurious, especially a pair of shoes, which are expensive at first glance.

Typical rich girl.

Sure enough, as soon as the woman opened her mouth, it was old Versailles.

"I tell the elders that my family is not in a good position. There are 85 acres of fertile land, [-] shops, and some small businesses, such as rice, grain, oil, and animal meat... Although life is hard, my mother and father have taught me since I was a child. The children of the poor have already been in charge of the family, so I have never dared to slack off and worked hard to learn martial arts. I hope that one day, I can make their elders feel at ease..."

Look, are you speaking human language?

With so much wealth, they still say that life is tight.

Not only Zhao Dong, but everyone else was speechless, looking at the woman with strange eyes.

Even the old man was dumbfounded.

"Elder, I've finished my words," the woman said.

"Ahem, ah, I heard, your family is not bad, this is a token for your disciple, from today, you are a disciple of our Jing'an sect."

"Elder Xie, I will definitely work hard!"

After receiving the token, the woman was overjoyed and knelt down quickly.

Then, the elder asked several disciples.

Although the family background of these people is not as good as that of the first woman, they are still passable in general.

For example, the second one, Dad is a landlord.

The third one, Dad is the deputy head of a martial arts gym, and he can be regarded as a respectable person.

For example, the one in front of Zhao Dong is even more powerful.

Several elders in the family turned out to be officials in the imperial court.

The old Daoist's eyes lit up directly, and he was even more pleasing to this person.

"Let me just say, it seems that you have a good foundation. This is a disciple's order. You can practice hard in the future. If there is anything you don't understand, you can find me."

This is the change brought about by power.

As long as your family is good, you will be surrounded by good people.

Zhao Dong looked at it with emotion.

Finally, it was Zhao Dong's turn.

"How about you, what's your family situation, what do your parents do?" the elder asked.