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"What?" I'm the first one? "

He still wanted to watch a few more people pass the trial in order to find out the weakness of this Bronze Man Lane. In order to pass this trial smoothly and successfully advance to the Outer Sect, he never would have thought that he would become the first person to eat a crab, and he wanted to reject them. Unfortunately, the order of Chief of Staff Bai was not something that a lowly service disciple like him could go against.

Clenching his teeth and stomping his feet, the gray clothed youth braced himself and entered Bronze Man Lane.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!" …

A group of Bronze Man broke out of the wall and brandished their huge bronze hammers as they charged towards the grey-clothed youth.

"Break for me!"

With a soft shout, the youth in gray waved both of his fists, sending the bronze pieces flying like tigers in a flock of sheep. In less than ten breaths, he had already traveled over a hundred meters.

After two hundred and forty meters, the first barrier of Bronze Man Lane arrived. The Bronze Man's strength had increased by more than a few levels, and the gray clothed youth's speed had clearly decreased. After three hundred and sixty meters, every single Bronze Man had the power to rival a Fourth Empyrean Warrior.

There were simply too many people in the same group. They had surrounded him tightly from front to back. The bronze hammer continued to strike at his body. Even though the grey-robed young man's body was comparable to refined iron, he still continued to spit out more blood under the continuous impact.

"Bam!"

In the end, the grey robed youth fell to the ground about 380 meters away.

One of the outer sect disciples immediately slammed his hand on the wall and all the Bronze Man immediately stopped moving and retreated back into the wall.

"386 meters, eliminated!"

In next to no time, an outer court disciple flew over to his side and swept his gaze in disdain. As if lifting trash, he picked up the grey-clothed youth and casually threw him out of the cave!

Pitiful! It's really too tragic! "

The grey-clothed youth was not weak at all, with a cultivation at the middle stage of the Fourth Empyrean. Amongst these two thousand service disciples, he was barely able to make it into the top one thousand five hundred, and even he had only passed the three hundred and eighty-six meters mark, and had not even stepped into the four hundred meter threshold. If they were in his place, then what would they have been able to do?

Fortunately, these were all superficial wounds. With his physique, as long as he recuperated for a few days, he would be full of energy again.

Many of the service disciples were secretly relieved. If they failed and had to pay the price of being disabled or even their lives, many people would have to reconsider whether they should continue or not.

"Next, you go!"

Very quickly, a handsome looking Black-Clothed Youth walked into Bronze Man Lane with a trembling body. Compared to the grey-clothed youth from before, the second person was obviously weaker by a bit. After stumbling for more than 360 meters, he was struck by the ferocious Bronze Man hammer and fell to the ground!

"You go!"

Chief of Staff Bai pointed with his big finger, and immediately a sturdy young man walked into Bronze Man Lane with a serious expression on his face. Although this man's cultivation was already at the late fourth stage, and was even at the top of the first and ninth stage, he was more than a few levels stronger than the strongest, if he was at the last stage, he would be able to pass with ease. However, the difficulty had more than doubled, he was barely four hundred and fifty meters from being smashed into the ground by a Bronze Man.

"Again... Yet another failure. This … This is too difficult! "

"I... Is it really possible for us to successfully pass the test and get promoted to the outer sect? "

"Yeah, I think we should give up!"

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and many service disciples were prepared to give up, for the strong young man was not weak, whether it was his cultivation or his own blood, among all the service disciples, he was considered above average, and there were definitely no more than five hundred who could win against him. Even he stopped at a distance of four hundred and fifty meters, and if it was them, the result would likely be the same.

Maybe he had seen through the thoughts of all the servants, Chief of Staff Bai had directly picked out a expert this time. It was a two or nine year old expert, dressed in silk clothing, with distinct facial features and sharp eyebrows.

Liu Chen — Jade Sun Peak has several expert s, with a cultivation at the fifth stage and a powerful quasi-Eighth Grade Bloodline. Amongst the thousands of service disciples present, he could be said to be a rare opponent.

Bronze Man Lane, your father is here! " With a roar in his heart, Liu Chen stepped out and entered Bronze Man Lane.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"...

The left and right walls suddenly cracked, and numerous Bronze Man with huge bronze hammers rushed out.

"Break for laozi!"

With a punch, all four Bronze Man s were knocked to the ground. As the second tier of geniuses second only to the Three Heroes and First Immortals, Liu Chen's strength was far stronger than any other service disciple's. He was like a terrifying dragon in human form, in less than half a minute, he had already charged into the four hundred and eighty meter area of Bronze Man Lane.

Instantly, the Bronze Man's power increased by more than a level, it was almost comparable to a superior ninth rank bloodline cultivator in the early stages of Fifth Empyrean. Unfortunately, it was useless and could not stop Liu Chen's footsteps.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"...

In less than ten breaths, Liu Chen had already passed the twenty meters that many service disciples despaired of reaching. He had successfully passed the test and obtained the right to advance!

"Too weak, too weak!"

Very quickly, he had passed five hundred meters and the strength of Bronze Man was no longer inferior to that of a fifth stage middle stage Warrior. Unfortunately, it was like paper in front of Liu Chen, and no Bronze Man could be a match for him.

520 metres … 550 meters … 580 meters …

Outside the Bronze Man alley, a group of service disciples watched with their mouths agape …

"Six …" 600 meters, strong … It's really too strong! "

"Continuing to move forward, this … This is too scary, these Bronze Man are no match for him at all. "

"It's the limit, we've finally reached the limit. Six hundred and sixteen meters, hiss!" This... Was this really the power a service disciple should have? Many outer sect disciples are probably just like that! "

"Master Zhao, how is my disciple?" On an empty ground a few hundred metres away from Bronze Man Lane, Chen Jianhua gently touched his nose and smiled proudly at Zhao Yiming.

"Not bad!" If placed in the previous tournament, he would almost be able to rank in the top ten. He was much better than the him in the past, and when he thought back to that year, he was only comparable to the five hundred meters mark in Bronze Man Lane!

"Just good?" Chen Jianhua smiled and suddenly became a little careless, and asked: "Then what about my disciple compared to your Feng Clan's Yang Fan?"