Chapter 217
Unknowingly, many self-confessed geniuses have left, and many of them have never even touched the drum hammer.There were only a few hundred people left, and their faces were extremely dignified.There was a moment of silence, and no one dared to step forward to beat the drums.

Standing at the forefront, Wang Yue smiled disdainfully, his face became even more unruly, and he strode out, standing in front of the drum with ease, with a sharp momentum, like an opening sword, "If you don't even have the courage to beat the drum, then Why don't you participate in the imperial competition, just go home and farm."

Hearing this, those guilty geniuses immediately glared, as if they wanted to use anger to cover up the cowardice in their hearts.

"Huh." A cold snort came from the crowd, and a burly young man dressed in sackcloth rushed out and landed in front of the second drum, glaring at Wang Yue without trying to hide it.

Wang Yue didn't go to see the young man. To him, he was nothing more than a clown. He looked at the patriarch of the clan, "Zong Mo, why don't you come up?"

Zong Mo was taken aback, he didn't understand why this Wang family who had only met a few times called him, but the Wang family still had to give face, after all, it was the number one family in Tianbei City.Stepping out, he landed in front of the third battle drum, and smiled, "Brother Wang Yue's invitation, how can Zong Mo refuse?"

The brothers and sisters of the Chen family also rushed out, landing in front of the fourth and fifth war drums respectively, one was like a fierce sun and the other was like a tender moon.

Seeing Tianjiao enter the stage, the crowd surged again, many figures landed in front of the drum, all of them were not blown away by the momentum of the drum, among them there were men and women, tall and short, fat and thin, all different, But they all have one thing in common, that is, the momentum goes straight to the sky.

The middle-aged man stood up again, his eagle-like eyes swept over the black crowd in front of the battle arena.Everyone couldn't help lowering their heads, not daring to look at him.The man said: "There are one hundred and eight battle drums, and there is still one person short. Can't Tianbei City even have one hundred and eight people?"

Like sarcasm, but also like a question.The tone was light and without a trace of emotion, but anyone could hear the irony in that sentence.

There was a moment of silence, the cold wind blowing.Just when the man was about to give the order to start, a figure in sackcloth stepped out. Although he was dressed in shabby clothes, he was extremely imposing and could not be underestimated.It was Li Ao.

Seeing all one hundred and eight people, the man sat down slowly and said "begin".

Wang Yue held the drumstick in his hand, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, and he took the lead in hitting the first sound.

Immediately after, Zong Mo rang the first ring.

The brothers and sisters of the Chen family also struck the first ring.

Before the last battle drum, Li Ao tried to hold the drumstick. He only felt that the drumstick weighed about a thousand catties. He had to use five percent of his strength to pick it up.With firm eyes, he rang his own sound on the war drum.

There were a few more bangs, and everyone wanted to be the finale. In this last round, there should be no weak ones, and no one would be blown away at the first bang, even if they used all their strength.

"Boom."

At the second sound, a few people thought they couldn't do it, and walked down the drum platform silently.

"Boom."

On the third sound, a few people were blown away by the momentum of the drum.

"Boom."

At the fourth sound, many young Tianjiao vomited blood and stepped down in a coma.

"Boom."

At the fifth sound, dozens of people couldn't hold on, and stepped off the stage without causing any damage.

When the sixth sounded, the crowd of onlookers was already amazed, looking at the few people who were still standing in front of the drum.

Wang family Wang Yue.

Zongjia Zongmo.

Chen Jia Chen Ye Chen Ling
Ranger Black Lord, that is, the burly young man standing in front of the second battle drum.

Ranger Li Gui.

And Li Ao.

"Boom."

On the seventh ring, the ranger Li Gui was unwilling to step down.

At this moment, Li Ao was already struggling a bit, not only Li Ao, but everyone standing in front of the drums was depressed.

On the eighth sound, the ranger Heizhu roared to the sky, holding the drumstick high, and his momentum climbed to the peak. No matter how hard he tried, the drumstick was always a finger away from the drum surface.The momentum is full of energy, then declines again, and the three are exhausted. After a full blow, the momentum gradually weakens.

The black master spit out a mouthful of blood, flew several miles away, and smiled miserably, he understood that no matter how hard he tried as a commoner, he could not catch up with everyone.What other people eat is elixir, and what you eat is wild grass, flowers and fruits. The starting point is different naturally, and the ending point will not be the same.If he left in a hurry, he might not be able to improve his cultivation in his life.

Wang Yue glanced at Li Ao who was standing in front of the drum platform, and frowned. He didn't know where a ranger came from, and he had such a strong talent.Looking at Zong Mo, it was obvious that the Zong family didn't know either.

Chen Ye glanced at it in surprise, thinking of making friends, and more of trying to win them over.Chen Ling, who was naturally aloof, didn't even glance at it.

On the first battle platform, Wang Yue's imposing manner was like a sharp sword heading straight for Xiaohan, and two three-foot swords reflected in the glow flew around his waist, throwing away a drumstick, and knocking down with a drumstick in both hands.

The third battle platform, Zong Mo, was full of heavy aura, as if he had merged with the earth, throwing a drumstick together.

Chen Ye, Chen Ling, and Li Ao's aura rose at the same time.One person's aura was as hot as a scorching sun, and the gusts of wind that he emitted caused the audience to retreat involuntarily.A person's momentum is like a calm face, accompanied by the fragrance, it relieves a lot of summer heat.

For the last person, the power of the bloodline roared, as if it was about to boil completely, and the phantom of the demon tiger solidified behind him, as if a real demon god descended into the world.

The eighth sounded, and everyone present was doing their best.Chen Ye and Zong Mo stepped down.

On the high platform, the middle-aged man's eyes were somewhat surprised, he was not surprised how many people could hit the eighth ring, after all, the Young Master of the Nine Dragon Mansion in the imperial capital was able to hit the twelve rings.What surprised him was the phantom of the devil tiger behind Li Ao, this bloodline would definitely not be a ranger.

At the tenth ring, there were only three people left on the platform.The three of them put down the drumsticks in their hands at the same time, and their fighting spirit rose wildly, as if they were about to condense into substance.

Li Ao yelled loudly, his palm trembled, and the Demon Tiger's handprint whizzed out, and in an instant, the demonic wind rolled.

Wang Yue and Chen Ling slapped the battle drum at the same time. The sound of the drum was rolling and vibrating endlessly, as if there was boundless sword energy sweeping from the battle platform.However, at the same time, there was a blue air current like rivers and seas swirling crazily, offsetting the devouring power.

Li Ao's devil tiger handprint, Chen Ling's finger like water, and Wang Yue's sword aura, made a strong roar on the battle drum, shaking the clouds in the sky and shattering the ground under their feet.

The three of them were sent flying at the same time, and there were ten rings, a record that Beicheng had never had in decades.

"Everyone," the majestic voice of the middle-aged man once again enveloped the audience, "The first round of assessment is over. Geniuses who have passed, come back to participate in the next round tomorrow morning."

The crowd began to disperse, and the Chen family and the Wang family sent people to pick up Wang Yue and Chen Ling.Many injured rangers managed to stand up and go back to the small shop by themselves. Li Ao was one of them. When he was about to stand up while holding his chest, a hand appeared in front of his eyes.

(End of this chapter)

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