In the seventh year of the Tianqi period, on the third day of the fifth month, it is advisable to form an alliance.

The wind is bright and the sun is shining. The Junshan Martial Arts Competition begins today.

"Five hundred kilograms of stones, 150 jin of walls-"

"Is Junshan's primary election so simple?"

On a school ground in Yuezhou City, a young man with dark skin, beard and hair was covered in scattered hair. He looked at the people in front of him and kept picking up the stone lock, jumping over the wall, muttering.

Next to him, a middle-aged man who accompanied the juniors to participate in the primary election was originally worried about his juniors, but when he heard the young man's words, he was a little unhappy. He turned to look at the other person, looked at him carefully for a while, and frowned and said:

"Young man, these are just the first two levels."

"After passing the wall, there are also masters from the Fenglei Sect to test the bones for those participating in the martial arts gathering."

"If you want to get away with it, that's absolutely impossible!"

As he said that, he said earnestly and taught the young man:

"Every year, there are people over twenty who want to get away with it."

"But even I can see your face, you are definitely over twenty years old."

"Don't participate in the primary election again, go and insult yourself!"

The sound gradually increased, attracting everyone around him.

Although the young man's appearance was blocked by his loose hair and he couldn't see clearly, the people around him saw his dark face and faintly wrinkles. They immediately agreed to the middle-aged man's words.

There are also some people who may have a bad temper or are in a bad mood, and even scold this young man for not knowing themselves and increasing the burden on the Fenglei Sect.

This young man with black face never expected that this would happen before participating in the Junshan martial arts meeting. He admitted that his face was too mature at this time, but no matter what, he should not be scolded by others.

Already a little stupid, he was surrounded by these people. The black-faced man reluctantly explained a few words, which made the crowd more violent. He was angry and a loud "knock" sounded loudly. A thick-backed sword appeared in front of everyone with a heavy scabbard.

"Wow!"

"Also a master!"

"Do you dare to do something here?"

They are all martial arts people, and there are not people around them. The black-faced man did not draw his sword, but made a sound of drawing his sword. Many people already knew that this person was not easy to mess with.

However, this was the primary election for Junshan to learn martial arts, and there must be masters watching the Fenglei Sect. The people around them were not afraid of the big things and attracted disciples of the Fenglei Sect.

Sure enough, when he saw the people here, he seemed to have shown his weapons. A disciple of the Fenglei Sect rushed over. After asking the reason, he saw that the black-faced man was indeed over twenty years old. The disciple of the Fenglei Sect did not hesitate at all and made the word "please" to the black-faced man and asked him to leave here.

The black-faced man was treated like this after seeing that he had just said a few words. His dark face suddenly turned red and he said angrily:

"Did you decide the qualification for Junshan to be a martial arts master?"

"I want to participate today, and see who can stop me!"

The thick-backed sword in his hand, and with a scabbard, the people around him were suddenly picked up like waves by him.

Seeing that he dared to do this, the disciple of the Fenglei Sect who maintained order suddenly became angry and was about to draw the sword out of the sheath. But suddenly, he felt that the sword was held down by someone else. A burly and angular monk exclaimed beside him:

"Good knife skills! Good heart!"

"This little brother with a black face, I am a disciple of the Vajra Sect. If the brothers do not abandon you, you can follow me!"

A few more monks and nuns came over together.

The monk's power was silently resolved by this monk several times. This disciple of the Fenglei Sect suddenly realized that he had met a master from the Vajra Sect.

With anger in his heart, his face turned red. However, this disciple of the Fenglei Sect did not forget his mission. After removing his strength, he said to the burly monk:

"Tan Ziping is at the edge of the wind and thunder!"

"Dare you ask me about my junior brother's name?"

Want to know who you are defeated.

Hearing that he had the intention of retrieving the venue, the burly monk suddenly felt a little funny. He patted Tan Ziping on the shoulder and said with a little meaning:

"In the lower Vajra Sect, you can call me Han Sheng!"

"When Brother Tan walks around the world, his eyes must be highlighted-"

"If you offend someone, it won't end!"

If there was a deep meaning in the words, Tan Ziping didn't hear it. Han Sheng patted him on his shoulder, and his bones were so painful that he could not hear clearly. What Han Sheng said.

In a vague sense, Tan Ziping heard the name of "Zhisheng" and "Savage Monk", and felt a sense of fear in his heart:

"It is actually called the 'savage monk'-"

"It's really fierce!"

He mistakenly heard Han Sheng's name as a "savage monk". Tan Ziping remembered this name deeply in his heart. He did not dare to provoke him again, and said to the Vajra disciples:

"Several junior brothers and junior sisters, please follow me from here!"

"Your primary selection channel should be here!"

As genius disciples of the top ten sects, they will naturally receive preferential treatment when walking in the world. For example, Junshan Martial Arts not only opened up special fellow disciples for these genius disciples. They also allow these disciples to not have to lift stones and jump over the wall. As long as they pass the bone test of the third level and confirm that they are under 20 years old, they can pass the primary election.

Without moving, Han Sheng, who had been nicknamed "Savage Monk", was still looking at the black-faced man and said with interest:

"The rules for Junshan's martial arts competition were decided after hundreds of years of revisions."

"You are a natural master who can walk on the genius channel, so why bother here?"

"How is it? Are you interested in getting to know each other after the primary election?"

When he just arrived at the school, Han Sheng didn't realize that he was a congenital master before the black-faced man took action. However, when the black-faced man took action, the vitality triggered by the black-faced man made Han Sheng know that this person had reached the innate realm.

A simple innate power cannot arouse Han Sheng's interest. However, after sensing the familiar aura in this person, Han Sheng suddenly felt that he had to know the black-faced person in front of him.

Therefore, when the disciples of the Fenglei Sect were about to take action, he came forward to rescue the black-faced man and invited him to leave here.

"Can you see my cultivation level-"

"You are also a congenital master!"
Chapter completed!