Chapter 371 May you be well in this life
"The stick coach of the Chinese Martial Arts Association! Sun Shanguo!"
"The King of Force... ahem, the new member of the Chinese Martial Arts Association! Ji Dongfeng!"
On the eighth floor of the assessment building, Ji Dongfeng stood opposite a burly middle-aged man. The man was wearing a tight suit and holding a long stick, looking very strong.
"Brother Dongfeng, be careful. The stick has no eyes. If you can't bear it later, you must tell me in time." Sun Shanguo said.
Hearing this, Ji Dongfeng smiled and said, "Thank you, Coach Sun, for reminding me."
"Panlong Eighteen Sticks!" Sun Shanguo shouted angrily, and then he directly waved the long stick and rushed towards Ji Dongfeng.
Sun Shanguo moved very quickly, and the long stick in his hand was like a residual shadow of flowers, but all his movements seemed to be slowed down countless times in Ji Dongfeng's eyes.
"Coach Sun's stick skills seem to have improved again. I'm afraid that the Panlong Eighteen Sticks have reached the highest level."
"Not bad, real and fake, it's hard to resist."
Seeing this, Guan Lin and others praised again and again, but the next moment, their smiles froze completely. On the screen, Ji Dongfeng still jumped to Sun Shanguo's side, and before Sun Shanguo could react, he ended the fight with one punch.
"Thank you!" Ji Dongfeng smiled, and then rushed directly to the ninth floor.
"Fuck, this young man! A monster, this is simply a monster!"
"Good! Good! He is like this even before practicing martial arts! What if he practices martial arts?! This boy will become a great man in the future!"
"The ninth floor is Elder Lin, this is interesting! Since guarding the assessment building, Elder Lin has only competed with three moves. As long as you can withstand Elder Lin's three moves, you will pass the assessment. However, despite this, only Yi Hui and Chen Man passed the assessment."
In the assessment building, Ji Dongfeng came to the ninth floor and found a sign in front of him. Behind the sign was an old man in white clothes sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. The old man looked like a fairy, but what Ji Dongfeng cared about was that the old man had sealed his entire mouth with a piece of tape.
"If you can withstand three moves, you will pass."
Looking at the content on the sign, Ji Dongfeng's heart moved and he stepped in front of the old man.
Ji Dongfeng looked carefully and his face changed. Under the effect of the spiritual eyes, he found that the old man was not a cultivator, but there was a faint spiritual energy flowing around his body.
At the same time, the old man who looked at Ji Dongfeng also changed his face, his pupils trembled, and he stood up and took out a pen and paper from the side.
The next moment, Ji Dongfeng took a closer look and found that the old man had written a line of words.
"No need for assessment! Pass directly! I want to live a few more years!"
At the same time, Yi Shangren and others also saw this sentence, and all of them felt their scalps numb for a while, and their brains were blank.
"Ahem, don't tell me, Mr. Lin's handwriting is getting better and better."
"Mr. Lin, do you mean he is no match for Ji Dongfeng? How is that possible? We haven't started fighting yet, and he is the last disciple of Senior Fang Zhiyuan."
"President, did we recruit a disciple or a war god?"
"To be honest, it's a bit outrageous. A newcomer has become the best fighter in the association in the blink of an eye?!"
Listening to the discussions of the people around him, Yi Shangren couldn't help laughing out loud.
"Hahahahaha! I will be the most discerning president of the Chinese Martial Arts Association in the future!"
"The stick coach of the Chinese Martial Arts Association! Sun Shanguo!"
"The King of Force... Ahem, the newcomer of the Chinese Martial Arts Association! Ji Dongfeng!"
On the eighth floor of the Assessment Building, Ji Dongfeng stood opposite a burly middle-aged man. The man was wearing a tight suit and holding a long stick, looking strong and powerful.
"Brother Dongfeng, be careful. The stick has no eyes. If you can't bear it later, you must tell me in time." Sun Shanguo said.
Ji Dongfeng heard this and smiled, saying, "Thank you, Coach Sun, for your reminder."
"Panlong Eighteen Sticks!" Sun Shanguo shouted angrily, and then he swung his long stick and rushed towards Ji Dongfeng.
Sun Shanguo moved very quickly, and the long stick in his hand was like a residual shadow, but all his movements seemed to be slowed down countless times in Ji Dongfeng's eyes.
"Coach Sun's stick skills seem to have improved again. This Panlong Eighteen Sticks may have reached the realm of perfection."
"Not bad, it's real and fake, and it's hard to resist."
Guan Lin and others saw this and praised it repeatedly, but the next moment, their smiles froze completely. On the screen, Ji Dongfeng still jumped to Sun Shanguo's side in one step, and before Sun Shanguo could react, he solved the battle with one punch.
"Thank you!" Ji Dongfeng smiled, and then rushed directly to the ninth floor.
"Fuck, this young man! A monster, this is simply a monster!"
"Good! Good! He is like this even before practicing martial arts! What if he practices martial arts?! This boy will become a great man in the future!"
"The ninth floor is Elder Lin, this is interesting! Since guarding the assessment building, Elder Lin has only competed with three moves. As long as you can withstand Elder Lin's three moves, you will pass the assessment. However, despite this, only Yi Hui and Chen Man passed the assessment."
In the assessment building, Ji Dongfeng came to the ninth floor and found a sign in front of him. Behind the sign was an old man in white clothes sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. The old man looked like a fairy, but what Ji Dongfeng cared about was that the old man had sealed his entire mouth with a piece of tape.
"If you can withstand three moves, you will pass."
Looking at the content on the sign, Ji Dongfeng's heart moved and he stepped in front of the old man.
Ji Dongfeng looked carefully and his face changed. Under the effect of the spiritual eyes, he found that the old man was not a cultivator, but there was a faint spiritual energy flowing around his body.
At the same time, the old man who looked at Ji Dongfeng also changed his face, his pupils trembled, and he stood up and took out a pen and paper from the side.
The next moment, Ji Dongfeng took a closer look and found that the old man had written a line of words.
"No need for assessment! Pass directly! I want to live a few more years!"
At the same time, Yi Shangren and others also saw this sentence, and all of them felt their scalps numb for a while, and their brains were blank.
"Hey, don't tell me, Mr. Lin's handwriting is getting better and better."
"Mr. Lin, do you mean he is no match for Ji Dongfeng? How is that possible? They haven't even started fighting yet, and he is the last disciple of Senior Fang Zhiyuan."
"President, are we recruiting a disciple or a war god?"
"To be honest, it's a bit outrageous. A newcomer has become the most capable fighter in the association in the blink of an eye?!"
Listening to the discussions of the people around him, Yi Shangren couldn't help laughing.
"Hahahahaha! I will be the most discerning president of the Chinese Martial Arts Association in the future!"
