Chapter 266 Professional Evaluation, 1 A

the next day.

Deacon Zhao brought several members of the certification hall and rushed all the way to the Iron Bone Pie.

When they walked in and stood at the inner door, they were all dumbfounded when they looked at the magnificent hall in front of them and the surrounding buildings made of jade carvings and columns.

Is this an eighth-row sect?

If it weren't for the five big characters "Tie Guzheng sect" clearly written on the outside plaque, Deacon Zhao and others would even think that this was a sixth-rate sect!

Tell the truth.

After Li Qingyang rebuilt several times, the Iron Bone School was truly magnificent.

In addition to the lack of fame on the mountain, the building specifications are completely worthwhile.

What shocked Deacon Zhao even more was that.

Hundreds of disciples gathered on the martial arts field, and the spirit and energy all over the body showed that there was no need for certification to see that they were at the level of martial arts!

"Master Deacon."

A martial artist exclaimed: "I am afraid that these disciples of the Iron Bone Sect who are cultivating are all martial disciples!"

The person next to him said in disbelief: "I was still not a popular sect a few months ago, how did it suddenly become so powerful!"

These guys were a little upset yesterday.

Today, I saw the building of the Iron Bone School, and when I saw the aura of the disciples, I was instantly slapped in the face.

Deacon Zhao calmed down and said, "Sect Master Jun has been recruiting disciples during this period of time. Could it be that they recruited all martial disciples?"

Although his tone was questioning, he was 100% sure that the recruited disciples were definitely martial disciples.

Oh my God!

How did you convince so many warriors to join the Iron Bone faction?

When thinking about the recruitment of Hundred Sects, he persuaded Li Qingyang, the first genius of Qingyang County, to think of Xingyue Upstairs, the stubborn alliance boss who vomited blood.

"Sect Master Jun must have a three-inch tongue!"

Deacon Zhao sent Tiegu so many martial disciples, believing that they were recruited directly.

Jun Changxiao is willing to accept if he knows,

After all, it is not so shocking, and it is also in line with the strategic policy of low-key development of the sect.

"Deacon Zhao."

Li Qingyang said: "Please."

Under his leadership, Deacon Zhao walked to the main hall with several members.

On the way, I passed the disciples of the Iron Bone Sect, and they all noticed that the male was burly and vigorous, and the female was light and valiant!

These warriors are by no means mediocre!

Deacon Zhao, who has certified countless sects, came to the Iron Bone School and deeply realized what it means to be shocked.

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Inside the hall.

After the disciple served the tea, Jun Chang smiled and said, "Deacon Zhao, is my Iron Bone faction okay?"

Deacon Zhao cupped his hands and said: "The sect of the head of the sect is extraordinary, and the potential given by Zhao is rated as the top one!"

One armor?

The following members of the certification hall looked shocked.

The door-to-door certification level of the certification hall will be professionally estimated from all aspects in terms of potential, and four different levels of "A, B, C, D" will be given.

A is the highest and D is the lowest.

Each level is divided into three levels.

For example, although A is the highest, there are also one, two, and three grades from low to high.

These people who work in the certification hall have certified many sects with Deacon Zhao, and the highest evaluation is only three B.

Today, I actually gave the Iron Bone Pie a first rating!

A ninth-level county sect has the potential to reach the first-grade level, and even the noble sect can't do it!

Although several members were shocked, no one questioned.

Because Deacon Zhao has been certified by the sect for several decades, and his qualifications and experience are very high, giving a first grade is definitely professional, and it is definitely not a casual talk.

Jun Changxiao did not understand the potential evaluation criteria of the certification hall.

But the word 'A' in my cognition must be a good evaluation, so I cupped my hands and smiled: "Deacon Zhao is serious, and his words are serious."

More than good, simply very good!

To allow the deacon of the certification hall to give a grade A, either the county where the sect is located has a high level, or the sect itself has reached the sixth level.

What about the Iron Bone Pie?

Not in a high-level county with outstanding people, the sect level is only eight!

Deacon Zhao's first-class evaluation, if spread to the rivers and lakes, will definitely shock many sects and warriors.

In this area, the potential can reach the top sect, and it can be counted on five fingers.

Oh, right.

Liao Cunfang, who Jun Changxiao killed, and the Qishan Sect he was in charge of, once received a first-class evaluation, on the grounds that he had great potential to be promoted from the sect to the sect.

Deacon Zhao said: "The disciples of the sect master are powerful and full of aura. At first glance, they are not ordinary martial disciples. This is the reason for Zhao's evaluation of the first grade, and it is not a polite word."

What is the potential of a martial art?

Definitely not looking at the building, but looking at the disciples!

Even if the sect was built to be more magnificent than the Royal Palace, the disciples are all a group of second and third stage open pulses, and they definitely don't even have a first-class evaluation.

On the contrary, even if a sect is a pile of thatched huts, and there are a group of high-level disciples living in it, they can still be rated as one, two, or three.

An eight-rate sect has 500 martial disciples. If you don't give it a first-class evaluation, you have been a deacon for decades.

"Deacon Zhao."

Jun Chang smiled and said back to the truth: "When will the sect be certified?"

Deacon Zhao said: "If the headmaster gathers the disciples who meet the requirements in the martial arts field, they can be certified now."

"Qingyang."

Jun Chang smiled and said, "Gather the disciples and let Deacon Zhao verify them one by one."

"Yes."

Li Qingyang left.

Not long after, five hundred and fifty disciples were lined up on the martial arts field.

Deacon Zhao walked out of the main hall and looked at the group of Iron Bone disciples with their heads held high and their chests high, and he secretly said, "Why don't you give them the first grade?"

"Deacon Zhao."

Jun Changxiao pointed at the disciple on the left, and said, "These are the disciples of the 12th stage of my Tiegu sect, please start verifying."

"Um."

Deacon Zhao walked down, took out the test stone from the space ring, and erected it outside the martial arts field.

"Please, your disciples, first activate the aperture in their hands, and then test them one by one. As long as they reach 1,500 pounds, they will pass."

The twelve halos at the opening pulse level may be faked, but the strength value will not be. If you hit 1500 jin with your fist, it is definitely the 12th stage of opening pulse.

"Go."

Jun Chang smiled and waved his hand.

Yang Kong, who was just getting started, came first.

He stopped in front of the test, took a deep breath, and then raised his fist and slammed it. His face was indifferent, and he looked very indifferent.

Deacon Zhao shook his head and secretly said: "The authentication sect is so perfunctory, not afraid of the head to blame?"

Bang!

Booming on the test stone, the strength is displayed as 1800 pounds.

This……

Deacon Zhao was dumbfounded.

Next, he will continue to be dumbfounded.

Because the disciples who came up one after another were all bombarded with indifferent expressions, and the strength value presented was no less than 1800 pounds!

After the fifty disciples had verified it, Jun Chang smiled and said, "Deacon Zhao, my Tiegu faction's 12th stage disciples are really not together, can I replace them with martial disciples?"

Deacon Zhao twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Yes."

"Go." Jun Chang smiled.

Cui Bujian stepped forward and raised his small fist to hit the test stone lightly.

He swore that his punch absolutely controlled his power, but he still hit a value of 3,000 pounds!

(End of this chapter)