I have countless cultivation hours

As the staff kept reporting their names, the high-level reserve martial artists who participated in the assessment also stepped into the ring one after another.

Unfortunately, when I got into the ring, I still had confidence in my eyes, but when I got off the ring, I was already full of embarrassment and loss.

Among them, some chose to fight hard with An Youming, some chose to fight skills, and some chose to wander and avoid, but unfortunately, whether it is hard fighting, fighting skills, or swimming, none of them can last for 10 seconds.

Even, even the one who lasted for 5 seconds was only No. 5 Song Zhiming.

“Next, No. 7, An Youliang, please get into the ring!” Finally, the staff announced.

“It’s bright to Anyou.” Fang Qingqing whispered, and at the same time, her spirit became more focused.

“Hmm.” Ye Han nodded, An Youliang and An Youming’s names are so similar, even a fool will probably associate the relationship between them.

For now, it depends on whether An Youming will release water in the end.

Anyway, in Ye Han’s opinion, with An Youliang’s strength, if An Youming does not release water, then An Youliang will definitely not pass the assessment.

“Brother, wait a minute, you must be merciful.” Under everyone’s gaze, An Youliang stepped onto the ring with a big grin, and said with a playful smile.

“Here, there are no brothers and brothers, some are just examiners and assessees, so you better use all your skills.” An Youming said coldly.

“No, brother, I’m your own brother…” Hearing An Youming’s words, An Youliang’s face suddenly collapsed, and he cried out in disbelief.

However, An Youming didn’t care about him, and when his feet moved, he directly shot at An Youliang.

“Bang bang…” In just two seconds, An Youliang had already fallen under the ring with a gray face.

“Isn’t it, An Youming didn’t have the slightest mercy from his subordinates?” Seeing this scene, Fang Qingqing’s face suddenly changed.

Originally, she still expected to have some preferential treatment, but now, An Youming did not even treat his own brother favorably, and it was even more impossible for him to have preferential treatment for others.

“Next, No. 8, Fang Qingqing!” Just then, the staff announced.

“To.” After listening to the staff call his name, Fang Qingqing finally took a deep breath and walked into the ring steadily.

“Sister, come on, you will definitely pass the assessment.” Fang Qingfei clenched her fist in her small hand and said with a cheering expression.

“Hmm.”

Fang Qingqing nodded, and then, finally stepped onto the ring with a solemn face.

“Let’s shoot.” An Youming said lightly.

“Please!”

After Fang Qingqing clasped his hands into fists, he instantly launched an attack.

Fang Qingqing’s attack was very fierce, and it was very fast, obviously, it was an agile route.

Unfortunately, An Youming also happens to be good at agile routes, and Miyun Martial Hall’s “Floating Cloud Step” and “Heavy Rain Fist” are all extremely good at speed.

As soon as the two clashed, Fang Qingqing’s figure retreated, and the original stormy attack instantly became evasion.

Her figure is like a gust of wind, constantly dodging in the ring, and every time she dodges, it gives people an unexpected feeling.

Unfortunately, with An Youming’s attack, there are fewer and fewer places she can avoid.

Finally, An Youming slammed a punch on Fang Qingqing’s shoulder, and shook Fang Qingqing off the ring.

“Good, you’re good to be able to hold out for 8 seconds.” An Youming looked at the time on the display screen and said with satisfaction.

“Thank you Deacon for your advice.” Fang Qingqing smiled bitterly and hugged her fists and returned to her seat in the hall.

Very good, how about? In the end, he still failed the assessment.

“Next, No. 9, Ye Han.” The staff continued to call signs.

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