Chapter 5 Attack Power Test

One month time, arrived as scheduled.

Chen Zong walked out of the small courtyard. After he extracted his inner strength and chose the appropriate martial arts, he stayed in the small courtyard for more than ten days, and even prepared a lot of dry food for meals.

The sun was shining brightly, and the formal disciples walked out of the courtyard one after another. Today is the day of the Rising Star Competition. Almost all the formal disciples will be present, and some of the palace disciples will also come to watch.

The place where the Nova Tournament is held is the Sword Fighting Arena.

One after another formal disciples walked into the sword fighting arena from the entrance. It was the first time that Chen Zong saw it, and he felt a sense of shock.

The Sword Fighting Arena is like a circular valley, surrounded by high heights, with layers of large steps, one can stand and sit, there are ten floors, and each floor can accommodate at least hundreds of people. All the people from the palace came, but they were not satisfied.

The lower part in the middle is very flat, with a diameter of almost 200 meters, and in the center is a circular ring with a diameter of 100 meters and a height of 2 meters.

"Junior Brother Chen, I haven't seen you for more than ten days." A familiar voice came from behind, it was He Tielin.

"Senior Brother He, I have been cultivating recently." Chen Zong responded with a smile.

However, He Tielin couldn't see whether Chen Zong's cultivation reached the realm of strength training. A leak-free body is not only useful in the realm of qi and blood, but also in the realm of strength training. Come out, this is incomparable to the Qi and Blood Realm.

"He Tielin, is this the new disciple you're optimistic about?" A man walked over and said, while glancing at Chen Zong, he immediately disapproved: "I think it's not as good as Jiang Bailiu and Huo Yihong."

Chen Zong didn't feel anything, but He Tielin frowned: "Qikang, I think who has nothing to do with you. Besides, how do you know that he is not as good as Jiang Bailiu and Huo Yihong."

"Otherwise, let's make a bet." The thin Qikang smiled coldly, full of provocation.

"Why should I bet with you?" He Tielin said coldly.

"He Tielin, I guess you don't dare to gamble with me, you are a coward like you." Qikang opened his mouth and satirized, Chen Zong immediately saw He Tielin's face changed greatly, his face was ashen, and his eyes were even more terrifying. , like an angry monster.

"Qikang, if you want to gamble, bet big." He Tielin glared at Qikang, his tone extremely cold, word for word.

I have known He Tielin for a short period of time.

Chen Zong had never seen He Tielin show such an expression before, and he immediately understood that what Qikang said must have a deep meaning, which angered He Tielin and made He Tielin lose his mind in a fit of rage.

"Okay, then take a big bet." Qikang's small eyes narrowed, and he fell on Chen Zong: "Let's bet on what he and Jiang Bailiu or Huo Yihong finally won in the Rising Stars. As long as he is higher than either Jiang Bailiu or Huo Yihong, even if I lose, otherwise I will win."

"The stake is five hundred swordsmen." Qi Kang sneered.

"Five hundred swordsmanship!" He Tielin suddenly woke up. The swordsmanship that he managed in Lianyitang for a month was only fifty points, five hundred, and it would take ten months. It can be managed for a month, but not for a long time.

The swordsmanship that he has accumulated since he entered the True Sword Academy for three years adds up to just over a thousand points, and after deducting the rest required for cultivation, it is only over five hundred.

What five hundred swordsmen can do can be exchanged for a prefecture-level middle-grade exercise or martial arts.

In case of losing, it really becomes a pauper.

But the words have already been said, and it is impossible to restore them, so they can only bite the bullet and agree.

"Prepare five hundred swordsmen, don't be a laughing stock when you can't get them out." Qi Kang sneered, passing Chen Zong: "Don't even pass the test, it will be too ugly to lose."

"Test?" Chen Zong puzzled.

"Junior Brother Chen, I can only look at you." He Tielin looked at Chen Zong, said solemnly, and then smiled bitterly: "Hey, I was dizzy, and I was irritated and lost my mind."

Jiang Bailiu, Huo Yihong, and Huo Yihong had already broken through to the realm of strength training long ago, and their talents are extraordinary. After training during this period, their strength is definitely not ordinary. As for Chen Zong, although it is impossible to see whether the other party has reached the realm of strength training, but He Tielin felt from the bottom of his heart that he was inferior to Jiang Bailiu or Huo Yihong, and it was very difficult to compare them.

"Senior Brother He, don't worry, I'll do my best." Chen Zong said, in the end, he was implicated, but no matter what, He Tielin was good to him before, and it's okay to help, but Jiang Bailiu and Huo I don't know what the strength of the two of them is, so I can only do my best.

"Junior Brother Chen, if you can surpass either Jiang Bailiu or Huo Yihong in your final ranking, we will be divided into 500 swordsmen from the bet." He Tielin said immediately, although he didn't think he could win, there was always a chance. A hope, not to mention that if Chen Zong can get two hundred and fifty swordsmanship, he will do his best.

This kind of good thing that can win-win, Chen Zong will naturally not refuse.

"I thought you didn't dare to come out." When Yang Jingzhi saw Chen Zong, his face was cold and his tone was cold.

"You don't have this qualification yet." Chen Zong responded in a hurry.

"You will know the consequences soon." Yang Jingzhi meant something.

He Tielin stared at Chen Zong dumbfounded.

"Junior Brother Chen, how could you provoke him?" After Yang Jingzhi left, He Tielin couldn't help asking.

"It's not that I provoke him, it's that he can't kill me as my fat sheep." Chen Zong responded simply.

"You know he is from Liumen, right?" He Tielin said: "Liumen is one of the three major forces among the official disciples. There are many masters, and they act domineeringly. Offending them is often very miserable. Fortunately, the Academy has the rules of the Academy. Otherwise, I'll have to stay far away from you."

It sounded like a joke, but it was the truth, and it also made Chen Zong understand He Tielin's temperament better. Such people may be able to make friends, but they can never become close friends, only ordinary friends.

Among the formal disciples, there are as many as a dozen forces, but only three are really powerful, namely Liumen, Ningmen, and Momen. The masters of these three forces are all one of the Seven Swords Stars.

It is said that these three doors are also related to the disciples of the town palace.

Soon, all the disciples were present. The disciples who wanted to participate in the Rising Star Competition stood under the round arena, and the disciples who did not participate jumped up the big stairs around them to watch.

"Move the force measuring column." As the elder's voice fell, five disciples quickly jumped onto the ring carrying five columns, lining up.

The force-measuring column has a circular base with a diameter of half a meter, which is very stable. The whole column is white, with a height of 2.5 meters and the thickness of the thigh. The circle looks very tough, from a height of 1.5 meters to a height of 2.5 meters, there is a transparent finger-width in the middle, and there are scales next to it.

The scale is from bottom to top, one to one hundred.

"This is a force measuring column, which is specially used to test attack power." The elder pointed to the five strange white columns and said, "I know that some warriors are good at attacking, some are good at defending, and some are good at dodging, but as a practitioner As a swordsman, attack power is the first factor that determines strength, without enough attack power, how can one become a strong swordsman and how to become a swordsman.”

The words made a lot of sense. The sword was originally the representative of the attack, and the attack power was not enough. How to practice the sword.

"The scale on the force-measuring column is one hundred, one to thirty corresponds to one revolution of strength, thirty-one to sixty corresponds to two revolutions of strength, and sixty-one to ninety corresponds to three revolutions of strength."

"The Rising Stars competition is divided into two parts. The first part is to hit the force measuring column. Those who are less than 15 scales will be eliminated. Each person will have three chances to take the maximum value."

"Testing begins."

As the elder's voice fell, the disciples who wanted to participate in the Nova Competition were divided into five columns and tested in turn.

"Excuse me, elder, can you use swordsmanship?" The first disciple to be tested was more clever and asked quickly.

"Yes." The elder responded.

After receiving the response, they immediately waved their salute swords to show their swordsmanship.

The sword light flickered, and they each tried their best to kill them, and hit the force measuring area of ​​the force measuring column. Jump up and enter the scale area.

On the scale area, the three scale numbers of thirty, sixty, and ninety are all bronze, and the font is very clear. It's a relatively small circle, but it is also very clear. As for the golden yellow from nine patterns one to one hundred, it is more eye-catching.

"How come it's only nine, it's impossible."

"Haha, I reached fifteen."

Some people are happy, some are unhappy, and those who are less than ten still have two chances to shoot, and when they shoot again, some reach ten, and some do not reach ten, they are eliminated directly, and they are indescribably depressed.

Of the five people in the first batch of tests, only two passed the three and were eliminated. Immediately, the people who had not yet tested had their attitudes corrected. Originally, they thought it was not difficult, but now it seems that the difficulty is not small. And if you are eliminated, you will definitely be depressed to death.

Chen Zong took advantage of the moment when a new batch of people was rotated to test, his eyes quickly swept around, and his eyes suddenly stopped because he saw a somewhat familiar figure.

The silver-white sword robe has an indifferent expression, and his eyes are indifferently sharp.

Silver Sword Star!

Before, Chen Zong didn't understand the meaning of the silver sword star at all, but now he knows that it is one of the seven sword stars of the True Sword Academy, and one of the most powerful seven among the official disciples.

On the top, that is the disciple of the palace. Only by practicing the four turns of the force can you be qualified to be a disciple of the palace.

There was no one around the Silver Sword Star, like an absolute area. The same scene, when Chen Zong swept over, also saw several other people. From this, it can be judged that those people are also one of the Seven Sword Stars.

"It's so strong, it hit eighteen marks."

"That one isn't weak. It even hit seventeen marks."

There have been several batches of tests so far, and at most 16 scales have been printed, so those who can hit 18 scales and 17 scales immediately attracted attention.

"Twenty marks, who is that?"

As more and more people tested, some stronger ones gradually appeared.

Soon, it was Chen Zong's turn to test.