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"Uncle!" You came too. " The muscular man with a short beard and a pair of bright eyes said to Liu Keping.

"Come, why didn't you come? If your A'Gang's son can come, why can't my grandson come?" Liu Keping spoke boldly and straightforwardly. He had a certain confidence in Zhu Ci's strength.

"Uncle, your grandson is going to undergo the martial exam today. Are you confident?" Ah Gang asked with a smile.

"Of course." Liu Keping glared at him.

Ah Gang lowered his voice and said: "That little brat of mine is about the same age as your grandson. I have secretly tested my son, and he can lift a bucket that weighs 40 jin over his head. Haha, I remember my father saying that when you were young, you couldn't even lift ten Jin, right? This time, my son might be the strongest amongst his peers. "

In a village without any methods of cultivating inner strength, one's talent and diligence would determine one's future achievements in martial arts. Some people might even be able to become warriors of the Da Ming army.

This Ah Gang, in other words, Liu Cheng's father, when he was young, he had great strength, plus he was hardworking, and before he joined the Heavenly Valve Association, he had worked all day long, and had only managed to reach 200 jin of strength (To say that Liu Cheng's father was unable to enter the Heavenly Valve Army). Liu Cheng also helped when forging iron at home, so he had great hope for his son Liu Cheng.

"My grandson, Gouwa, has been able to eat meat since he was young. Since he's able to eat meat, he's definitely not inferior to your child." Liu Keping looked completely confident. In fact, Liu Keping felt weak from the bottom of his heart. Because, apart from the last time when Zhu Ci had displayed an astonishing strength when her family had been bullied, he had never tested Zhu Ci again. It was unknown whether his strength had increased or decreased.

"As good as eating more meat?" A Gang, who was sitting on the side, looked at his uncle Liu Keping. Beside Liu Ke Ping, Zhu Ci felt extremely relaxed. As for the martial test this time, of course he didn't feel any pressure at all. Could it be that he wanted to tell you that he can lift something weighing several hundred pounds without having mutated? With the strength of his body now, if he were to show it, it would definitely stun everyone.

For the whole day, Meizhou Martial Arts School would be immersed in the Martial Arts Examination. Xiao Su was even more confused than the Literature test, where the family members were not allowed to watch.

At this time, two adults came into the arena. One was the dojo master, of course, and the other was a chubby Taoist, about thirty years old.

After the two arrived, some of the older young disciples of the Meizhou Martial Arts School began to maintain order. Since this was a martial arts exam, the parents were allowed to wait on the side while the parents helped to maintain order.

After the dojo master and others had quieted down, he said, "Fellow Chengxiang County's elders and families, the one beside me is the True Immortal of the Danxia Sect. He represents the Danxia Sect in accepting disciples, and although the Danxia Sect has only been established for two hundred years, his reputation is no less than that of other famous sects …" Seeing that the crowd did not have the heart to listen to the history of the Danxia Sect, he knew that these people were just because their families were considered decent, but there was nothing they could do about it. This year, there were more than a hundred times more people than the three years when Danxia had sent people over to recruit disciples, and it was also because the disciples of the Dojo all had a certain level of martial arts foundation, and most of the people in the Dojo were able to do so.

The head of the dojo said, "Next up, we will be taking the martial arts exam. Don't worry, it's just a test of your child's strength, because there are a lot of kids participating in today's martial exam. As for these two hundred plus children, we will first use the first round of eliminations before we can enter the second round of the rock lock lifting competition." He raised his hand and pointed to a well, "Whoever can pull the bucket full of water through the rope will be able to take part in the next round. Alright, let's begin!"

"Now, all the boys between the ages of six and ten, come to the center of the arena!" A disciple of the dojo said in a loud voice. Liu Keping looked at the more than a hundred kids in front of him, and only ten or so of them were able to pass. In his heart, he was also very anxious, although he knew that his grandson had a lot of strength, but he did not know the level of Zhu Ci's strength, and furthermore, he did not know how heavy this small water bucket was.

When it was Zhu Ci's turn, Liu Keping could only comfort Zhu Ci gently with a trembling voice, "Kid!" Grandfather Liu Ke Ping looked towards Zhu Ci, he said softly, "You've grown up, and Grandfather has no other requirements for you. But today, you have to fight for your life." "Remember, your glory can't be relied on your father. You can only rely on your own hands to fight!"

"Yes, Grandfather." Zhu Ci nodded solemnly.

"Grandfather believes that you can do it. Go on." Liu Keping smiled at Zhu Ci.

He understood that in the martial arts world, the positions of the sects were all about who was more powerful and who had the authority to speak. If any sect wanted to obtain status and respect from the martial arts world, they had to rely on their own strength! And of course, strength was determined by the talent of the disciples that they recruited.

Originally, as long as he did not encounter any special circumstances, he would not use his super power anymore, and would only control his strength to the level of a normal child. However, it seems that in order to enter the sect to train martial arts, he would have to be humble, thus, he weighed the rope in the well, and pulled it up according to the direction of the youth beside him. Liu Kiping finally swallowed the saliva in his mouth and felt a lot more at ease.

During the meal, he met Liu Cheng and his dad, but because there were so many people outside, the two of them only nodded at him and pretended not to know each other. They ate at the other table and did not come over to meet. Liu Keping also knew that his nephew had different opinions on the Sky Valve Army, so he was a little disgusted. To be able to greet him in the morning was already unprecedented, the grandfather and grandson duo did not return to the martial arts building until after lunch break.

The bucket test did not end until sunset. But the children and parents who did not pass the test did not leave, and were still with the people who were watching. It was strange to find that at some point the top of the wall had been filled with people.

He then heard the master saying, "The heaviest of these stone locks is only 60 jins, the lightest is 8 jins, and the rest are 10 jins, 15 jins, 20 jins, 25 jins, 30 jins, 35 jins, 40 jins, 50 jins... as long as your child can lift the stone locks horizontally in front of his chest for 5 breaths of time." "As he said this, he let the young disciples demonstrate.

The three young disciples squatted down and demonstrated the horse stance. They each lifted the stone lock in front of their chests and counted for five breaths' time before the young disciples finally put the stone lock down.

"Child." Liu Keping was in the crowd, staring at Zhu Ci with his big eyes, raising his skinny thumb, "You're the strongest!"

Zhu Ci smiled and walked towards the center of the crowd. Everyone consciously let their children walk towards the stone locks of the dojo. A small Meizhou Martial Arts School actually had 2000 people squeezed into it. The walls were filled with onlookers, and this time there were a total of 27 boys the same age as Zhu Chi. Each and every one of them stood obediently in the center of the circle.

The dojo head looked at the sky and saw that it was already getting dark. He then signaled to the disciples at the side, "Light the fire!" The dojo head said loudly.

All of a sudden, the disciples standing outside lit up the torches around the training field, making the training hall even brighter.

"Children, listen carefully." The head of the dojo looked at the twenty-seven children. "Come one by one and head over there. There are all kinds of locks, from ten pounds of stones to fifty pounds." Carry as many pounds as you can. For the time of five breaths, you can be considered to have succeeded. "

"First, Chen Zhenjun, eight years old!" The dojo head held a list in his hand. After the elimination this morning, only twenty-seven children passed, and Liu Cheng was one of them.

The surroundings immediately became silent. To a man of great understanding, this was the quickest method for the commoners to grow up. The current assessment was a very important one during their growth period. This assessment was related to whether one could enter the Martial Arts Sect or not, having a better life, being able to join the competition to increase the recruitment, and even be able to guess the future achievements of those who passed it.

Everyone, especially the parents, looked nervously at their son.

The head said, "Let's begin!"

The first child to take the test reported his arrival and lifted up the 25 jin stone lock. Seeing his stable posture, he must have gone through training, but unfortunately, when the number of supervising youngsters reached 4, the stone lock drooped down and the parents at the side repeatedly called it a pity. The child had to try 20 jin, but because he had exhausted most of his strength during the first lift and failed, he only got 10 jin of results.

"Chen Huang Dai, 8 years old, lifting 10 Jin! Next, Zhang Jiang, six years old. " Aside from the first test's head, who registered, the rest were the numbers reported by the disciples.

"Zhang Jiang, six years old, lifted fifteen Jin! The next person is Liu Hongtao, seven years old! "

Afterwards, all the parents learned their lesson and indicated from afar for their children to choose a lighter option. The first ten children would each weigh between ten and fifteen pounds, and only one would weigh twenty pounds.

"..."

One after another, the children tried it out. Every time the children lifted it a bit more, the surroundings would be filled with praises. The children's parents were extremely happy, and their faces were overflowing with splendor.

"A six year old child can usually lift ten or twenty kilograms." Zhu Ci sighed. The common physique of the ancient people was indeed much better than that of those born in the modern world. It was worth mentioning that he had to lift his hands horizontally, rather than above his head. In comparison, raising both hands horizontally naturally required a lot more strength.

"To be able to lift twenty Jin is already quite amazing. Back when I was six years old, lifting up twenty-five pounds was already very strong. In the past, senior brother Zhen Xian even lifted up thirty Jin. " The head sighed at the fat Taoist sitting beside him.

"Hah!" A handsome boy named Wen Bin was able to lift the thirty-five jin stone lock in five breaths of time.

"Liu Cheng, seven years old!" "Haha, not bad. 35 jins, the best one is now!" The head looked at the exam results on his student's hands and smiled as he personally reported it.

"Tsk tsk, the A'Gang family's little brat is very powerful, looks like in the future, he will be a good man to join the Sky Valve Army, if he is successful, don't forget about your Uncle Liu Ji Shui's family!"

"A Gang, the one who used to forge iron. I didn't expect his son to be so strong."

The short, stocky man revealed a shrewd smile on his face. His son's performance was within his expectations. Moreover, many people knew him. It was obvious that he had a good relationship with a business background.

Liu Cheng had succeeded in lifting the 35 jin stone lock evenly. The head had asked him to lift 40 Jin, because the first time he lifted it, he had already expended a lot of strength, but this time, he couldn't even lift it.

"..."

One by one, the children tried, and most of them weighed no more than twenty pounds. Liu Cheng, who was seven years old, was obviously the most outstanding. Coupled with his shrewd appearance, he had an extremely pleasing oval face. His delicate red and white skin made him look even more heroic among a group of children.

"Three years ago, in the Tide Prefecture City, there were over twenty children who were chosen. The strongest one also raised thirty-five kilograms. I wonder if there will be any who will be able to surpass this year's batch of children. " Amongst the disciples, there were already whispers and discussions. Whether the child was outstanding or not, the parents paid a lot of attention to it, because the rise of the Heavenly Valve Army was supposed to be a test to recruit disciples in Tidal Prefecture City.

The following tests were all of average standard. Judging from their posture during the exam, it was clear that these kids also trained. When everyone thought that no one would be able to lift the more than thirty-five stone locks, the fourth super fat kid behind Liu Cheng ran up to the fifty-five-pound stone locks.

Suddenly …

"Hah!" That round head super fat kid lifted the fifty-five pound stone lock in one breath. Even the biochemical monster, Zhu Ci, was clapping his hands. One had to know that this was a period of about five seconds, which was even harder than lifting a person's hand. It required the help of developed deltoid muscles to do so, and even modern adults might not be able to lift a fifty-five-pound stone lock.

After the little fatty's parents finished recording the results, they congratulated the neighbors. Suddenly, the Daoist True Immortal said, "How old is your son? If there is any deception, the results are invalid. "

The parent nervously said, "Although this child is tall and big, he is actually only ten years old. All the neighbors can bear witness to this."

The True Immortal Daoist noticed that there were some of his neighbors who had testified and said, "This selection only accepts five to ten year olds. Your son is ten years old, while he is eleven years old. "Not qualified, but." Seeing the parent sigh, he said, "Wait until all the children have finished with the test, I will deal with it first." In order to receive a good disciple, the Martial Arts Sect would usually use the year of their year.

That eleven year old little fatty, if his results were not considered invalid and there were no variables today, he would be the most outstanding.

Cheng, nine years old!" Twenty Jin, next, Zhu Ci, six years old! " After all, this was the last examinee. As long as it was over, there would be a disciple that could lift the Chaozhou Mansion, which he was in charge of, with a weight of 55 jin. This was simply a strange number within the martial arts sects, and he could not help but be exceptionally happy. Although his senior brother said that this disciple was too old and needed to be dealt with amicably, to a person who had been a martial artist for a long time, this was merely a means to change his appearance and ask for money.