Chapter 43: Puppet Assessment

"Boy, don't be eliminated early, that would be too boring."

With a strength of 2,500 jin, Shen Tuye, who was firmly in second place, showed a playful smile, deliberately pressing his voice into a line and passing it into Ye Chenfeng's ears.

Shen Tuye's provocation did not affect Ye Chenfeng. He stood calmly under the force-measuring stone tablet, silently adjusting his inner breath and condensing his strength.

"Well, what a powerful force."

Elder Liu, whose eyes were cloudy, suddenly noticed that a powerful force emerged from Ye Chenfeng's body, and the air around his body tumbled violently, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"drink!"

Ye Chen storm roared, and the muscles in his body suddenly tightened, and the rolling force was like a surging tide, pouring into his right fist.

As he took a step forward, his entire body jumped out like a leopard, and with the help of a powerful impact, his fist, which was compressed to the extreme, hit the force-measuring stele.

"boom!"

The force-measuring stone tablet swayed slightly, and streaks of dazzling white light were vented in the pitch-black force-measuring stone tablet. The light was so strong that people couldn't open their eyes.

In about ten breaths, the white light reflected by the force-measuring stele gradually disappeared, and Ye Chenfeng's performance was fixed at 5,800 jins of force.

"What, 5,800 jins of strength, my eyes are not blind, I'm not wrong."

"Oh my god, without using soul power, just relying on physical power to hit 5,800 jins of power, is this guy a humanoid monster?"

Witnessing Ye Chenfeng's achievements, everyone including Elder Liu was stunned and couldn't believe what they saw.

"How is it possible, how could his physical strength be so terrifying, what is this guy's identity?" Looking at Ye Chenfeng's results, the smile on Shen Tuye's face instantly solidified, and for the first time in his heart there was a relationship between worry and Ye Chenfeng. 's bet.

"Ye Chenfeng, have you overdrawn your physical strength again? If you continue like this, you will be destroyed by yourself sooner or later." Ji Qingxue in the crowd did not show much shock on her face.

In her opinion, the reason why Ye Chenfeng achieved such an amazing result must have overdrawn his body.

"Shangguan Peng, it seems that you won't be so smooth to win the first place in the assessment."

The tall and graceful Feng Xiaoxiao walked over to Shangguan Peng with an ugly face and whispered.

"Hmph, it's just a little bit of brute force. When it comes to fighting, how much brute force can play a role, everything depends on strength." Shangguan Peng snorted coldly and said arrogantly, but his eyes showed a serious look, obviously Ye Chenfeng's results made him very unhappy.

"Okay, fine, next one."

Elder Liu was very satisfied with Ye Chenfeng's performance. He achieved such amazing results without using his soul power, which shows that he has an extraordinary talent and is a genius that Tianhuo Wufu needs.

The dynamism assessment lasted for nearly a morning before it ended. After the morning assessment, only 28 of the fifty talented disciples selected by Zijinguo and the surrounding ancient martial arts families passed the dynamism assessment, and 22 were tragically eliminated.

"Okay, the disciples who have passed the force test will go to the dining hall with me to eat, and the eliminated disciples will immediately leave the Shengxian Hall and must not stay." Elder Liu ordered ruthlessly, without giving them any face.

Seeing the 22 disciples who were blushing and unwilling to leave, Elder Liu took the 28 who passed the assessment and walked into the Shengxian Hall canteen, which was filled with thin spiritual energy, to eat and rest.

After eating the feast cooked with special ingredients in Tianhuo Wufu, Ye Chenfeng and others swept away their exhaustion and followed Elder Liu to the interior of Shengxian Hall, a tall and simple stone room with a chilling atmosphere.

"Array pattern."

Walking into the stone room, Ye Chenfeng's pupils shrank slightly. He unexpectedly found that the center of the stone room was covered with a large number of complicated patterns, forming a trapped formation.

And this level of formation pattern, he has seen in the memory of the brain-devouring inheritance, it is only a primary formation pattern, but the power of the combination is not small.

Behind the pattern is an iron house made of black iron. Although the door of the iron house is closed, Ye Chenfeng's keen perception can still pass through the iron door, and he feels that there is a wave of violence in the iron house. , the ferocious breath.

"This is the local puppet beast prison for your second round of assessment. As long as you defeat the assessment puppet, you will be considered qualified, and the loser will be eliminated."

"However, my Tianhuo Wufu only needs geniuses among geniuses, so the assessment puppets you have to face are one level higher than yours. The first-level illusionist is facing the puppet assessment of the second-level illusionist realm." Elder Liu introduced the rules of the puppet assessment in detail.

"Leapfrog battle."

Knowing the rules of the puppet assessment, many disciples who were lucky enough to pass the first level became extremely ugly, and their hearts became uneasy.

Puppets are different from souls. Their physical defenses are very terrifying. More importantly, they don't know pain, they only know killing, and their combat power is definitely the most terrifying in the same realm.

"Trash, a bunch of trash."

The powerful Shangguan Peng took everyone's expressions into his eyes, and his eyes showed contempt, but when he glanced at Ye Chenfeng's face, he found that Ye Chenfeng's face was calm and unaffected.

"I want to see how your fighting strength is."

Shangguan Peng's eyes shone with fierce light, and he meditated silently in his heart.

"Okay, everyone get ready. The person I read the name will go to the weapon rack to select a weapon, and then enter the formation for assessment." Elder Liu said in a strong voice.

"Zhang Xian."

Zhang Xian is the son of Zhang Yin, the general of the Zijin Kingdom. He is well-known in the Zijin Imperial City. At only 21 years old, he broke through to the realm of a sixth-level spirit beast, and his talent is only a little worse than Ji Qingxue.

And he hit 1,500 pounds in the first round, ranking eleventh.

Zhang Xian walked out calmly, picked a long spear made of threaded steel from the weapon rack, and walked into the formation full of formations.

"Release the black wolf puppet."

With Elder Liu's order, the defensive formation pattern was activated. A black wolf puppet with a dark body, more than five meters in length, and half of its head covered with scales, reached the realm of a first-level illusionist came out of the cage, and it was The ferocious, tyrannical, and bloody aura exuded from his body made people shudder.

"Ow!"

The black wolf puppet stared bloody eyes, glanced at Zhang Xian not far away, and suddenly attacked him.

The swift speed drew a black shadow on the spot and bit his neck in one bite.

Zhang Xian didn't expect the black wolf puppet to attack so fast, and while fusing with the soul beast, it increased its own soul power while dodging.

However, under the impact of the violent aura emanating from the black wolf puppet, his dodging speed was affected to a certain extent. Five bloodstains were cut on his back by the sharp claws of the black wolf puppet, and a large amount of fresh blood flowed out.

The soul's body is inherently weak. Zhang Xian's body is injured, and his attack power is immediately greatly reduced. The offensive is completely suppressed by the black wolf puppet. In addition, the black wolf puppet's defensive power is amazing, his attack cannot break through the black wolf puppet's defense.

In the end, the scarred Zhang Xian persisted for a stick of incense, had to admit defeat, and withdrew from the formation in embarrassment.