After passing through the towering mountain gate, Jiang Feng came to a vast square.
At the end of the square, there stood a stone statue that was a hundred meters high and towering into the clouds!
That is the statue of the fourth generation human emperor, Emperor Wu!
If you take a closer look, you will find that there is a majestic martial arts power on the stone statue that can swallow up mountains and rivers.
"Wow, this is the statue of Lord Wu Huang. It's so spectacular!"
"I heard that the Emperor Wu smashed countless holy and Taoist soldiers with only his flesh and blood, and defeated the gods and demons in a retreat, crying for father and mother."
"Master Martial Emperor is the founder of human martial arts. He combines martial arts in the world and is so powerful! Back then, with one punch, he was able to defeat everyone for nine days and ten places. I heard that there are many gods and demons in the world. The whole small world was smashed to pieces.”
"So powerful? Even if the small world is shattered, doesn't it mean that it can also shatter our Zhoutian Realm?"
The man who just spoke was immediately scalped by the brother next to him: "You idiot, the Zhoutian Realm was originally opened by Lord Wuhuang, how could he smash the Zhoutian Realm into pieces? If you can't speak, don't speak. No one will take it seriously. You are mute."
For a time, everyone was talking and feeling emotional.
Jiang Feng raised his head and looked at the statue of Emperor Wu hundreds of meters away, feeling equally shocked.
At this time, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air on the high platform of the square.
An old man in purple clothes with kind eyes scanned the square with his penetrating gaze at the hundreds of thousands of human youths who came to worship the mountain.
With his spiritual awareness, he could tell at a glance which young people had special qualifications and talents.
After observing around, the old man had a rough idea.
Everyone in the square noticed the appearance of the old man in purple and stopped talking. For a moment, the square became silent.
The purple-clothed old man pondered for a moment and said slowly: "I, Xuanqing, come from Jiuxuan Peak of Zhoutian Holy Land. I am the leading elder of this session and responsible for this entrance examination."
"There are one hundred and eight peaks in our Zhoutian Holy Land, and the martial arts at each peak are different. If you can pass the entry test, enter my Holy Land and become an inner disciple, you can freely choose which peak to enter to practice."
"Next, without further ado, I will briefly explain the entrance examination of Zhoutian Holy Land."
"Everyone comes forward one by one, touches the martial arts stone tablet, and comprehends the martial arts magical powers. If they get nothing within ten breaths, they will be considered eliminated."
"Those who have realized supernatural powers, step forward and punch the statue of Lord Martial Emperor with all their strength!"
Elder Xuanqing's words had just finished, causing an uproar in the square.
The first test is to understand supernatural powers. Everyone can understand this. What is tested is personal understanding.
But punching the statue of Lord Wu Huang... How can this be done? !
Wouldn't this be disrespectful to Lord Wu Huang?
Looking at the countless horrified teenagers in the square, Xuan Qing was already used to it.
But their entrance examination for Zhoutian Holy Land has always been like this.
Different from other holy places, although Zhoutian Holy Land also values bones, this is not the only condition for them to accept disciples.
Martial arts is different from other monks. In addition to the bones, it pays more attention to the spirit!
What is spirit?
Lawless, dare to punch anyone in the world!
The Martial Emperor is the belief of warriors all over the world, and is also the god in the hearts of all warriors.
However, what warriors value is bravery and diligence. Only by defeating the spirit in your heart can you move forward bravely in the future of martial arts!
Besides, if you dare to punch Lord Martial Emperor today, how can you flinch when you see gods and demons tomorrow?
Therefore, this second test may not seem difficult, but it is actually the most difficult.
In the entire Zhoutian world, martial arts practitioners have grown up listening to the legendary stories of Lord Martial Emperor. When they came to Zhoutian Holy Land, they came with the reputation of Lord Martial Emperor in their hearts.
Now, the Holy Land wants them to punch the statue of Lord Wu Huang...
Many people began to feel entangled, hesitant, and even confused. They felt that their world view had been strongly impacted.
That feeling was like asking them to kill the person they respected, admired and loved the most.
To use an inappropriate metaphor, can you chop your father with a knife?
Cut it off and you can enter the Holy Land!
However, Jiang Feng said, where is the knife?
Jiang Feng naturally admired the Martial Emperor very much, but it was not as deep-rooted as others.
He even wondered if there was a bug in this assessment. What if someone didn't worship Emperor Wu in their hearts? Doesn’t that mean you can punch whatever you want?
But he reacted quickly.
If you don't respect the Martial Emperor, then why do you practice martial arts?
That's like scholars not respecting Confucius, mixed society not worshiping Guan Gong, cicada farmers not worshiping Luo Zu, and carpenters not worshiping Lu Ban.
Those who practice martial arts can be lawless, but they cannot be ruthless and unjust.
A person who has no king, no father, no sense of justice, no matter how talented he is, the Holy Land will not want him.
Next, everyone followed the order and first touched the Enlightenment Stone Tablet on the square.
If there is no movement on the stone tablet within ten breaths, it means that the realization has failed.
If the stone tablet of enlightenment blooms with light within ten breaths, it means that the person has realized the magical power.
The light is divided into six colors: red, orange, green, yellow, purple, and gold, representing the six levels of ordinary, third-level, second-level, first-level, extraordinary, and ultimate magical powers.
To enter the Holy Land, you must at least understand the second-level martial arts magical power before you can become a handyman disciple.
Time passed bit by bit, and many people did not even realize the magical power. Some people realized the ordinary and third-grade magical powers, but they still did not meet the standards to enter the Holy Land, let alone punch the Lord Martial Emperor.
Finally, someone made the Enlightenment Stone Tablet bloom with cyan light, and Elder Xuanqing's face remained calm.
The man came to the statue of Emperor Wu, looked up at the statue that was a hundred meters high, and worshiped Emperor Wu even more in his heart.
Emperor Wu taught him a second-grade magical power, but now he wants to punch Emperor Wu...
After a long time, the young man lowered his head and said in pain: "I, I can't do it."
Elder Xuanqing didn't say much, and with a flash of light, he sent the person to the Miscellaneous Peak.
Being able to realize the second-level magical power means that the person's martial arts understanding has barely reached the entry-level level, but he lacks the martial arts will. This aspect can be cultivated in the later stages.
But now he can only be a handyman disciple.
The assessment continues.
Until the second young man who understood the second-level martial arts came forward and looked at the mountain-like statue of Emperor Wu. After gritting his teeth, he raised his fist tremblingly and punched forward!
Xuan Qing secretly shook his head. Although he punched, his fist was weak and it was obvious that he did not use his full strength.
Unqualified!
There was a flash of light, and the young man was still sent to the Miscellaneous Peak.
Next, one boy after another stepped forward.
Someone has realized a first-class magical power, and his understanding exceeds that of most people, but he is so confused that he can't even punch, so he can only become a handyman disciple.
Some people realized the first-level magical power, gritted their teeth and punched reluctantly, but they still couldn't break the god in their hearts. They were wrapped in light and disappeared from the place, and also went to the Miscellaneous Peak.
Difficult, too difficult.
Until two hours later.
Finally, a boy of about thirteen years old, after realizing the second-level magical power, used his peak strength in the Blood Refining Realm to hit the statue of Emperor Wu with all his strength!
Roar--!
A warrior in the Blood Refining Realm is as powerful as a beast, and his punches sound like dragons and elephants. This is the pinnacle of the Blood Refining Realm.
Elder Xuanqing nodded lightly: "Second-grade magical power and weak understanding. Although you dare to punch, your foundation is too weak and your martial arts foundation is weak. You still need to practice. You can enter the outer sect peak. Starting from the outer sect disciples, the third You can take the internal examination within the year.”
The young man was stunned for a moment. If I punch with all my strength, I can only become an outer disciple?
His face was gloomy and uncertain, but he finally chose to accept it.
Although it is only an outer door, it is still an opportunity. Many people can't ask for this opportunity.
Half an hour later, the sound of dragon and elephant was heard in the square again.
A girl of about fifteen years old has bright eyes, white teeth, and an extraordinary temperament. She has realized a first-class magical power, her cultivation has reached the perfection of the Blood Refining Realm, and her martial arts foundation is extremely strong.
Elder Xuanqing said calmly: "Your understanding is acceptable, your foundation is good, and your punches are strong. You can become an outer sect disciple. You can take the inner sect examination in three months."
The girl was silent. She didn't say much. She cupped her fists and bowed to Elder Xuanqing. The next moment, the light flashed and disappeared.
Only disciples of the inner sect in Zhoutian Holy Land are eligible to choose mountain peaks. The outer sect and servants are concentrated in the two outer peaks.
"Isn't it right? Only with first-level magical power and punching with all your strength can you enter the outer gate?"
"Doesn't it mean that you need to understand extraordinary supernatural powers to enter the inner gate?"
"It's difficult, it's too difficult."
As time goes by, more and more people are eliminated.
More than 100,000 people passed by, but only a few disciples entered the Miscellaneous Service Peak, let alone entered the outer sect, less than ten, and none of the inner sect.
Finally, a young man with a resolute face made the Enlightenment Monument bloom with a dazzling yellow light!
"Supernatural powers!"
This time, it immediately attracted the attention of many people.
When the young man came to the statue of Emperor Wu, a powerful aura bloomed from his body, like a fierce tiger, roaring toward the sky that shook the world.
Fiery flames erupted from his body, wrapped around his fist, and punched in the direction of the statue of Emperor Wu!
boom--!
The statue of Emperor Wu was motionless, but a faint red light erupted from the bottom of the statue, shining on the punching boy.
Elder Xuanqing's eyes lit up, and he showed a kind smile: "Yes, extraordinary magical power, red light, barely reaches the threshold of inner disciples, you can choose the mountain to start practicing."
The first inner disciple was born!
Next, tens of thousands of people passed by, but no one caused any light.
It's finally my turn.
Jiang Feng walked up to the Enlightenment Stone Tablet and touched it gently with his palm, but his eyes were still looking at the hundred-meter-high stone statue in front of him.
Maybe others saw just a statue, but in Jiang Feng's eyes, he saw a picture.
In the picture, there is a tall figure standing tall and domineering, with overwhelming power.
Under his feet were piles of bones, behind him was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and in front of him were countless gods and demons fleeing hastily, with frightened expressions on their faces.
Then, he punched forward.
A simple punch, but with an indomitable and terrifying momentum, as if it was going to blast through the sky and shatter the Nine Netherworld.
As soon as the punch fell, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered, and the gods and demons disappeared into thin air.
horrible!
terrible.
Jiang Feng's gaze was also submerged by this punch. The punch mark seemed to have traveled through endless time and space, followed his gaze, and landed in Jiang Feng's mind.
Jiang Feng's mind was shaken, and in just a short moment, countless boxing skills emerged in his mind.
This boxing technique does not have a fixed path for the circulation of spiritual energy, or even fixed moves. Some are just simple punching routines.
Jiang Feng quickly focused his mind and picked up a paintbrush in his mind, trying to copy the punch.
Relying on his many years of painting experience, Jiang Feng painted nine strokes in a row. A vague fist mark was barely visible on the rice paper in front of him, but no matter how much he recalled the tenth stroke, he could never finish it.
Jiang Feng knew that these nine strokes were already his limit.
This punch seems simple, but it contains countless boxing skills and boxing skills. Jiubi is his limit, but it is not the limit of this punch.
After coming back to his senses, Jiang Feng secretly thought it was a pity.
His martial arts background is not enough, otherwise this punch should be able to draw a few more strokes.
"The boxing technique has no name. I drew nine strokes, so let's call it nine strokes boxing." Jiang Feng said secretly.
However, when he turned to look at the ink plate aside, he was dumbfounded.
These simple nine strokes consumed all the energy he had accumulated over the past two years, leaving not a drop left.
With one punch, he drained away all the inventory he had worked hard to accumulate for two years...
Jiang Feng was so distressed that he scolded his mother. It was not easy for him to save some money.
But Jiang Feng didn't know.
While he was writing in his mind, the statue of Emperor Wu in the center of the square suddenly shook slightly.
next moment.
The entire Zhoutian Holy Land was shaken!
