The competition schedule is very tight. The candidates who pass the plum blossom stake in the morning will participate in the second level "Rolling Iron Ball" competition in the afternoon.

Although the name is not very good, this is one of the most difficult projects in the past Six Gate auditions.

The rolling iron ball is to roll a large iron ball with a diameter of about one meter from the foot of the slope to the top of the slope on a large slope with a 30-degree angle and about 30 meters long. The main thing to consider is the depth of the internal strength of the warrior, and of course the strong ones have the advantage.

The design of these two light cards is to quickly select twenty of the seventy people to participate in the ring competition. Otherwise, all seventy people will participate in the ring competition. If you want to decide the final top ten, you will not know that it will be the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month.

Liang Xuefei and Feng Yun stood side by side and looked at the ten dark iron balls in the competition venue and sighed: "The second level is really too difficult!"

"How can I see it?"

"In the cold winter, every big iron ball is frozen even more ice-free than a stone. If you want to push the iron ball up with a pair of flesh palms, you will not be able to withstand the weight of the big kick. Just the heart-wrenching freezing is not enough for ordinary people!

Liang Xuefei was stunned and pointed out the hidden key points of the rolling iron ball.

"I don't know which bastard made this year's light card. It took a lot of effort to splash water on the plum blossom stake and roll iron balls and use the characteristics of freezing!"

"Let's go! Go for dinner and fight again in the afternoon!" Feng Yun had little to worry about when his strength was there.

On the way, we happened to meet Yang Shangju. The three of us found a small restaurant together and walked in. Because of this game, and the year-end approaching, the constables who were out of duty returned to the Six Gates of Ning'an Mansion. Many Six Gates of constables suddenly emerged from the streets that usually seemed deserted.

When Feng Yun and the other two walked in, there were several tables inside, and they were all young men wearing six doors of the detectives.

"Hello, Constable Horse!" Yang Shangju had a wide range of social interactions and greeted the people at the table warmly.

"It's not bad! I finally squeezed into the top forty this year!" The man who was talking to Yang Shangju quipped.

"It's just a lucky person! It's not like Brother Ma who relies on his strength!" Yang Shangqi waved his hand modestly, but his face was filled with a proud smile.

There are more than 70 people who are under the age of 25 who have signed up for the competition, and those who have not registered are at least 100. So many people can enter the top forty, which is a symbol of strength.

"Hey, I was able to reach the top twenty in the first level, but I only got more than twenty. It's all because Feng Yun from your group. He was so angry that he was still fighting there, and I had to be distracted!" The man slapped the table and said fiercely.

Yang Shangju was a little embarrassed, looked back at Feng Yun, then looked at the man and said, "Do you know Feng Yun from our group?"

"I know it!" The man was stunned and said with certainty: "He was kicked by Zhou Shen at that time. I originally wanted to pull him, but his strength was too weak. I fell down before I could even get it!"

"This person..." Liang Xuefei blinked her big eyes and smiled, found a table by the window and sat down.

"My friend opened his eyes and told lies. Xiao Feng, don't be accustomed to it!" Yang Shangju said apologetically when he returned to his seat.

He had seen the result of the first level competition. Feng Yun ranked more than 20, Liang Xuefei ranked thirty, and his ranking thirty-nine is considered to have just entered the threshold of passing the first level.

This is a contest of real strength, and it is not allowed to be fraud. From his own situation, it can be seen that those who are usually stronger than him are ranked higher than him, and he tried his best and only won thirty-nine places.

He didn't know why Feng Yun, who was usually not very conspicuous, suddenly had the strength that he had to face up to. He still remembered that when Feng Yun joined Liushemen for the first time, it was the first mission he had completed with him. At that time, it was only three months before.

If the rumors that Feng Yun defeated Zhou Shen in the plum blossom stake competition were true, then how strong should Feng Yun be?

Feng Yun is relatively unfamiliar with him, so why did Liang Xuefei suddenly have the strength to surpass him?

At the same time, in a rather luxurious restaurant, Ma Xingyu slapped the table in front of him and shook the sky.

"Why? Why? Why can he Feng Yun pass the first level?"

Ma Xingyu was very depressed! I won’t say that Liang Xuefei passed the first level, why did Feng Yun, who entered the Six Gates with him, also passed the first level?

Although Feng Yun was the first to come out when they entered the Six Gate and passed through the Wooden Lane, he had a famous teacher to guide martial arts when he went home, and his resources for cultivation were far more than Feng Yun. Why did he fail to catch up and instead pulled further and further?

Feng Yun, the person who stood behind him to serve, also knew that it was Hou Yong.

"It's just a lucky pass, so you don't have to worry about it!"

Lucky? Two rays of heat emitted from Ma Xingyu's nose. If he could pass the level by luck, wouldn't that mean that Zhou Shen, the top ten popular candidate, also fell off the plum blossom stake by luck?

Ma Xingyu could see clearly what happened to Feng Yun and Zhou Shen on the plum blossom stake. Zhou Shen was no match for Feng Yun at all. It was because of this scene that Ma Xingyu fell off the plum blossom stake. Although he didn't want to admit it, it was the fact that he was shocked.

Seeing Ma Xingyu's face gloomy, Hou Yong's eyes turned and said, "Young Master, do you want to find someone to tamper with the game?"

"Idiot!" Ma Xingyu slapped Hou Yong to the ground, "If I can tamper with it in the game, I still need you to teach me?"

Time flies. As the afternoon game approaches, forty people who passed the first level of the rank reached the second level of the competition.

Compared with the first level competition, the number of people in the second level is half smaller. What is more important is that the people participating in the second level competition are relatively deep. This is a change in strength and a change in the growth of years. Looking around, most people are on the threshold of twenty years old.

Similarly, Zhang Chao, who ranks third in the Six Gates of Ning'an Mansion, briefly introduced the rules of the competition.

There were only ten large iron balls in the field, and forty people were divided into four groups, each with ten people participating in the competition. When everyone participated in the competition, the minimum time for twenty people to pass the second level, and the latter twenty people were eliminated directly.

A ratio of 2:1. After participating in this level, only twenty of the forty people in front of them could continue the next game, which was very cruel.

Soon the number of people in the four groups was divided. Feng Yun was lucky to be divided into the fourth group, Liang Xuefei was sad to be divided into the first group, and Yang Shangju was the second group.

The advantage of being divided into the last group is that, first, the surface temperature will not be so cold after being rolled by several people one after another. A straw crushes the camel, so don’t underestimate this slight change. The winner is at this point. Second, by watching the game between the first three groups of people, you can summarize a method that suits you.
Chapter completed!