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Mu Yu shook his head, some helpless.

Suddenly thought of what, the corner of the mouth raised a smile, murmured: "since came to Huiyue City, it's better to kick the hall."

Huiyuecheng, tianxuanmen.

A fat, greasy middle-aged man is sitting on a master chair, shaking a PU fan, very lazy.

Below him, there are two teenagers, a young girl is undergoing the clan examination.

The boy in blue went to the dynamometer and squatted down slightly.

Take a deep breath, run up the body's spiritual power, and then suddenly out of the fist, hit the dynamometer.

A series of numbers "1105" immediately jumped out of the dynamometer.

"Too weak, next."

The middle-aged fat man was lying on the master chair. He didn't even stand up. He just glanced at it at random, and then his mouth showed contempt.

After hearing too weak three words, the boy in blue couldn't help showing bitterness on his face.

At this time, another noble youth in red came up and hit the dynamometer at will.

“339”。

The dynamometer immediately jumped out of a much lower number than the previous teenager.

But to his surprise, the middle-aged fat man didn't even take a look at it, and said, "strength is qualified, take part in the next test."

"Why? This It's not fair

Before that, the boy in blue showed his indignation. The fist strength of the noble boy was less than one third of his.

How can a noble youth be qualified, but he is not.

"Why?"

At this time, the middle-aged fat man lying on the master's chair slowly opened his eyes and showed the color of sarcasm, "do I need to explain to you? Go away

At this time, the boy in blue looks green and red. He clenches his fists tightly. He is angry and unwilling to rush to his heart.

At this time, the last girl also went to the dynamometer, stretched out a show fist, hit the dynamometer gently, and the dynamometer instantly jumped out a number, "1699".

"Oh?"

The middle-aged fat man's eyes also showed a trace of brilliance. He had never met a disciple who had reached 1699 in boxing power in the past year.

But he felt a gold card presented to him by the noble boy's father in his hand, and immediately suppressed his love for talent in his heart.

After all, there is only one place left for tianxuanmen disciples this month, which can only be given to the noble youth.

"Unqualified strength, eliminated." The middle-aged man announced without emotion.

The girl was stunned, and then her pretty face was full of anger.

This middle-aged fat man is so eyeless, or it shows that he is bold and partial to the noble youth.

"Why are you two still there? Get out of here

The middle-aged fat man saw that the two eliminated teenagers still refused to leave and drove them away.

"It turns out that tianxuanmen is so attractive. No wonder they are all a bunch of straw bags."

At this time, a faint voice came in from outside the door.

"Who dares to come to tianxuanmen?"

The middle-aged fat man is very angry when he hears that someone should belittle tianxuanmen in front of him.

He has been in Huiyue city for so many years, and no one dares to be so disrespectful to him.

"I'm Jia Ming, a disciple of wuliangzong. I've come to appreciate the strength of tianxuanmen masters. I hope I won't be too disappointed."

Mu Yu's figure slowly walked into the hall of Tianxuan gate.

"Wuliangzong disciple?"