You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 5 Level Test
Three days have passed, the training is over, and it is time for the level test.

Jiang Qiu arrived at the training hall early, found a wooden gun on the shelf and started playing with it to try out the feel of it. Not long after, students arrived one after another, and their number was less than half of yesterday.

He put away his gun and looked over. He saw fifteen people, led by a thin boy, gathered around the squad leader Wang Guanjia and talked and laughed. Among them were Li Xueming and a female student. The ones excluded were himself and another female student with short hair.

Soon, Wu Shan's tall figure appeared in the training hall. His power suppressed everyone's voice without a word, and everyone gathered around him consciously.

"I have already explained the essence of the first eight styles of ancient spear techniques to you. Three days is enough time to learn them," Wu Shan's solitary right eye rolled across everyone's bony heads, and he said solemnly, "According to the school's arrangement, we will conduct a level test today. I will read out your names and you will come up one by one to demonstrate.

The first one is squad leader Wang Guanjia! "

As the voice fell, the most imposing young man stepped forward with his spear in hand, his face expressionless, and calmly took the lead.

Under the lights of the dome of the training hall dedicated to Class 8, the aluminum and iron wall panels were straight, and the two rows of wooden frames were empty. Seventeen students stood with wooden spears in their hands, staring intently at Wang Guanjia who was dancing with the spear like a dragon in front of Wu Shan, and all of them had sweat in their palms.

call--

The wooden spear was driven as if by a long arm, and the wind was pulled rapidly when the waist was twisted and force was applied. His brows were raised, and there was only the spear in his eyes, not the person.

With a sound of gnashing, the wooden spear was retracted, and the hearts of many students dropped with a thump, their eyes still filled with envy. As expected, Wu Shan nodded and said, "Not bad, Wang Guanjia has been learning the ancient martial arts spear technique for a while, and is not much worse than some excellent students who have been acquiring martial arts training resources for a long time."

hiss--

There was a chill in the air between everyone's lips and teeth, and everyone had an expression of amazement on their faces.

No wonder the squad leader’s spear skills were so sharp, it turned out that he had already mastered the ancient martial arts spear skills, and was comparable to those excellent students in Class 1 who had abundant resources.

When one gets started with ancient martial arts spearmanship, one has already realized the power of wisdom and the potential for killing is initially formed. On the battlefield, it is enough to pierce through some monsters with low defense!

Jiang Qiu half-squinted his eyes and glanced at Wang Guanjia who was proudly retreating. His fingers gently tapped the gun barrel in his palm, as if thinking about something.

【Ancient Martial Arts Spear (Beginner)】

[Features: Clear force breaks the wind, spear tip penetrates armor]

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"Second one, Qian Cheng, show it."

With a powerful shout, the thin boy stood out from the group of students in the middle, nodded and greeted the retreating monitor, then stood still and looked at Wu Shan.

"beat."

After receiving the order, Qian Cheng's face solemnized, and he immediately stood on horseback and charged out with his spear, displaying all the moves of ancient martial arts spear with all his might. He turned his wrist and exerted three-point strength, and there was a faint sound of wind rising.

The students who came on stage later also danced with their spears vigorously. The muscles in their forearms were as tight as rocks, and the shadows of the wooden spears roared in the wind. Their momentum was no less than Qian Cheng's, and no one gave in to the other!

"The fourteenth, Jiang Qiu."

Jiang Qiu took a deep breath, held the wooden spear in his hand, strode forward with his chest out, took his seat and stood in the focus of everyone's attention, his eyes focused.

Wu Shan nodded and signaled to start.

Hey!
The moment he pressed down in horse stance, the wooden spear head between his hands trembled, the inexplicable wind lifted the corners of his clothes and hair, and a natural killing intention was dispersed. The pupils of the students watching suddenly shrank, and they burst out in astonishment. How did Jiang Qiu, who was born in a shantytown, practice the momentum of ancient martial arts spearmanship so deeply? Did he steal the martial arts resources of outstanding students? !
Even Li Xueming, who had fought with Jiang Qiu himself, was stunned: "Did he hold back when he hit me?"

As Jiang Qiu's gun twisted, his figure became more and more confusing, and the sound of "hoohoo" pierced everyone's pupils, causing a sharp pain. They subconsciously turned their heads to glance at Wang Guanjia, and saw that the other party had a drooping brow, sharp eyes, and the five fingers holding the gun were pale.

Jiang Qiu's ancient martial arts spear skills are so sharp, almost as good as the squad leader's?
Buzz.
After the last move was performed, the spear tip that was naturally held in the palm of his hand was still trembling. Jiang Qiu slowly exhaled the turbid air that was stuck in his chest. His black jade-like eyes moved from left to right, and he realized that everyone's eyes were fixed on him. The most piercing one was Qian Cheng, who pursed his lips tightly. His face was pale and his eyelids were cold.

Jiang Qiu just raised his eyebrows and glanced at Qian Cheng, then retreated back to the crowd at Wu Shan's expressionless look, and another classmate took over.

In this order, the five men and two women he paid more attention to had already performed on stage. As expected, those who could persist under that kind of training intensity had more obvious advantages than others.

To be frank, even though he had just restrained the tip of his spear and only demonstrated the fluency of his spear skills, the three places should be taken by Wang Guanjia, one by himself, and the other one will come from the five men and two women.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qiu collected his thoughts and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The screening was completed quickly. Including Jiang Qiu, all the 19 people from Class 8 who came to participate in the level test demonstrated their practice results.

In less than an hour, Wu Shan drew up a list of those who had passed the proficiency test. The boys and girls turned their heads like owls and stared at the piece of paper, silently clenching their warm, sweaty fists.

Jiang Qiu also stared at the list in Wu Shan's hand, holding his breath.

"First place, Crown Armor."

The six words were as steady as a rock, without any objection, and a burst of praise came out of Qian Cheng's mouth with a smile on his face: "You are worthy of being the squad leader."

The rest of the students also looked at Wang Guanjia intently. He smiled slightly, having already gotten used to this, but still enjoying it.

Wu Shan's right eye swept over the people surrounding Wang Guanjia, then fell on the paper and continued reading, "Second place, Hu Yeye."

Ok?
Jiang Qiu's heart sank, and his palm that was holding the gun suddenly clenched a little. He turned his head and saw Qian Cheng smiling at a girl with a pale face and red lips and a ponytail: "Sister Ye Ye is really amazing."

One of the two girls among the five boys and two girls was born in the civilian area of ​​the outer city. Her family background was among the best in the class. Her demonstrated ancient martial arts and spear skills were not bad either. She was indeed qualified to get a place.

Thinking of this, Jiang Qiu's brows relaxed a little, but his heartbeat was thumping as if it was grabbed by an invisible hand.

"Third place"

You could hear a pin drop in the training hall, and the sound of sweat rubbing against the gun barrels could be heard faintly around the ears. All eyes were focused on Wu Shan's lips, but he suddenly stopped and raised his head to look towards the door.

The sound of footsteps came from outside, and a group of middle-aged men in executive jackets walked through the door of the training hall slowly and calmly, looking as cold and imposing as an iceberg, and their authority was self-evident.

"Teacher Wu, you have fewer students taking the proficiency test this year than last year?"

The bespectacled leader spoke expressionlessly, the reflection from the lenses hiding a pair of half-closed eyes.

Wu Shan smiled slightly, and his wide-open right eye relaxed. He spoke like a gentle disabled uncle: "Director Zhao, most of the students in the regular classes nowadays lack character and are difficult to teach."

"Well, it seems that your level test is over. Just finish reading the name."

Director Zhao, who was wearing glasses, did not comment. He stood with his hands behind his back and waited with the inspection team. He looked at Wu Shan who picked up the list again and said, "Third place."

(End of this chapter)