Then, a huge stream of information suddenly rushed into Zhang Ming's skull, making him feel that his whole brain was about to rise. After a while, the pain slowly faded away, and what remained was the transparent feeling of sudden enlightenment.

"So that's the case?" Zhang Ming murmured, looking at the white light spots that seemed very close to him and far away from him. He looked in his eyes with a complex look of ecstasy and entanglement mixed with ecstasy.

He closed his eyes suddenly, raised his consciousness, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the beams and pillars of his room.

"Advanced to expand your body." He hesitated for a moment, silently chanting in his heart. After a moment, a new long row of information suddenly appeared on his eye mask:

"Name: Zhang Ming

Age: 14(-)

Physical constitution: 1.0(+)

Power: 1.2(+)

Agility: 1.4(+)

Spirit: 1.1(+)

Skill: Expand the body and cloud (master) (+)

Points: 0.2”

Sure enough, at the same time, he felt that his control over his body had reached a higher level. After careful recollection, some of the usages of the body-spreading Yun Zong he had summarized had new supplements and insights, which made him unable to wait to give it a try.

He did it right away. Zhang Ming turned over and got out of bed, pushed open the door and came to the yard, stepped forward and jumped easily about a meter high, and then forced himself to twist in the air in horror. His body rushed upwards like a swimming fish, and then stepped upwards nearly a meter high in the air. Then he stepped on his feet continuously, pulled up a little, and stepped directly onto the roof of the west room opposite.

Zhang Ming clenched his fist with a little excited, and his mood was no longer suppressed. One was because he verified the golden finger he had just bought, and the other was because he had experienced what he had never experienced in his past and present life. This was a terrifying power that was only exerted by his own body.

In my previous life, I am afraid that only the top high jump athletes who had been able to jump so high after long-term targeted training and perform extraordinary performance in special venues in a special field. This is just a way to play at will, far from the limit.

Since he has reached this level, he believes that as long as he maintains his health, he should pass the exam in three months and change into a black shirt!

......

Three months later.

In late summer and early autumn, it is located on a flat land manually excavated in the back mountain, which is above the Changhe Gang Schoolyard.

The deacon in the gang, Lao Fuxian, was standing at the end of the school ground with his hands, shouting loudly. In front of him was a large group of thirty or forty gray-clothed disciples, and around him were a few black-clothed disciples watching the fun.

"Have you heard the rules clearly?" Fu Xian confirmed the last time, and the gray-clothed disciples in front of him should have been.

Fifteen of these disciples were new disciples who just started last fall, and more were old disciples who had not passed the big exam in the past years. Their martial arts and experiences vary greatly, but they all took the exam together, which also added a lot of obstacles to the passing of the new disciples.

"Then start!" Fu Xian shouted loudly, jumped, and flew five or six feet away in a swaying manner, one meter high. Then there was another pad under his feet, retreating faster and leaving the venue directly. Zhang Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he vaguely saw the shadow of Zhan Shi Yun Zong from it, but even if it was the same martial arts, the other party's realm might be much higher.

As soon as Fu Xian finished speaking, the eyes of the disciples in the schoolyard suddenly changed when they faced each other.

The rules of this big test are even simpler than the introductory test when Zhang Mingshi was the first to fight on the field, freely catch the competition until there are ten people left in the end. The big test is basically only these ten people, except for the special ones.

The people of the Jianghu never seem to attach much importance to these test rules, as if they think this is already perfect. But that's right, not to mention that most of the rich disciples are indeed outstanding in strength. Just because of their father's relationship, the gang can benefit from recruiting them and win people's hearts.

The reason why there are rules is that gang development does require talents and pick up the remains of pearls, but there are only a few such talents after all. If there is really, such a mechanism will be enough to select them.

Back to the topic, the atmosphere on the field suddenly became solemn and killing. Everyone was observing the expressions of the people next to them as if nothing had happened, to judge the other party's strength.

"Ah!" At this moment, an old disciple seemed to have chosen his opponent, shouted and rushed towards a young face beside him. On the court, the new disciple was undoubtedly the easiest to be attracted by the old disciple. As long as he was confirmed that he was not a rich child, he would immediately compete with him without a word.

This pair of competition broke the silence on the field. Soon, the old disciples couldn't wait to get out of the field, and Zhang Ming also met a guy who regarded him as a fat sheep. The other party was clawed with his hands and grabbed him mercilessly.

Zhang Ming was not panicked. Although he had never seen this martial art - different Master Meng, the martial arts taught were naturally different, he had a rough look at the other party's method of using it. There was no doubt that the other party had just mastered the basics, which was at most equivalent to Zhang Ming's previous rough state of running the body.

Once again, the opponent's fierce claw strike combo hit Zhang Ming's chest, causing a whirring sound of wind. However, this time, Zhang Ming turned against his previous stiff and embarrassed dodging posture. He suddenly kicked his feet, jumped backward, and floated out three feet away.

The opponent took a big step without showing any weakness, while Zhang Ming made a move to run and dodge, and the distance narrowed little by little. But just as the opponent was about to approach and his face showed joy, Zhang Ming's eyes narrowed, and his toes pointed at the ground, and his whole person suddenly shook out along his inertia, and he threw it to a height of about a slightest air. Then he lifted his breath without any slightest, and circled a large circle out of thin air, and the action was done in one go. Before the opponent could react, Zhang Ming had already arrived behind the opponent.

The opponent's pupils were full of panic and wanted to turn around and come back, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a pair of cold hands pressed up on the back of his neck, locked tightly, and his whole body suddenly stiffened and his dynamics were indecisive.

"Hehe, senior brother, I'll give in." Zhang Ming laughed in a low voice.

His opponent shook his head bitterly: "You are much more proficient in martial arts than me, and you lose without any worries... But once you lose this time, you will be expelled from the door. I am really unwilling to accept it!"

Zhang Mingran silently pushed him, then watched his opponent drag his dejected back step by step toward the field.

"What's wrong, are you sympathetic? But the weak can only be eliminated. This is the law of survival." A dry voice sounded behind Zhang Ming. Zhang Ming frowned and turned around to look. This glance made his heart shrink.
Chapter completed!