At nine o'clock in the morning, the martial arts assessment at Shanghai Medical University began.

All fifty students performed the first form in the "Twelve Postures of Bodhidharma Yijin", Wei Shen Presenting the Pestle, in an orderly manner.

Even if they were dissatisfied with He Xiaotian's words, not a single person objected.

Within three months, they learned one thing: obey!

The big devil will never reason with you unless you can beat him.

But thinking of He Xiaotian's terrifying figure on the first day of school, everyone thought it would be better to be obedient.

No matter how hard or tiring it is, it is just a double torture both mentally and physically.

With hundreds of people watching, time continued to pass.

Three hours later, the aroma of the food filled the entire playground.

Fifty young men with small muscles, their expressions unchanged.

After ninety days of extreme hardship, this situation was not enough to stop them.

The scorching sun radiates high temperatures unbridled.

As a result, fans, watermelons and other items were placed in front of the ‘judges’ who were responsible for checking the students’ strength.

"???"

Every registered disciple's body was soaked with sweat.

"Ronald, isn't this bad?" Mr. Wang, the eldest and most senior among the five, looked embarrassed. It is true that he has lived a long time and has experienced a lot. But in front of him, there are a lot of little guys who are undergoing a difficult assessment.

, but they sat in front of others, eating watermelon and blowing in the wind.

How big of a face does this have to keep its expression unchanged?

At least, someone named Wang couldn't do it.

"It's okay, x ordered it." Roger didn't care, picked up a piece of black watermelon and ate it.

"Kachi!" "Kachi!"

Take two or three bites and eat a piece of watermelon.

Then, the guy picked up the second piece.

Seeing this, the others also let go of their reserve.

Since someone is taking the lead, what are they afraid of?

The creation is complete!

When Roger picked up the third piece of watermelon, his right hand suddenly froze.

Because on the playground across the way, fifty little muscular boys were all looking at him with murderous eyes.

"hehe......"

To be honest, the pressure is quite high.

It is impossible to say that he doesn't care at all when facing each and every 'little x'.

What if these people rush up and beat him to death?

Fifty people sweating profusely, not to mention how much they hate Roger.

If you want to eat melon, you can just eat melon. Why are you chirping?

Forget about chirping, what the hell is that sound that makes you feel happy from head to toe?

You are sincerely making things difficult for us, aren’t you!!

Roger sneered and put the watermelon down reluctantly.

Don't dare to eat it. If you eat it again, you might die.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the first six postures of "Dharma Yijin Twelve Postures" were finally completed, and everyone reached the passing line.

"Has anyone withdrawn from the assessment?"

Everyone shook their heads and joked.

They are the most proficient in "Dharma Yijin Twelve Postures". If they don't try their best to score points in the first two levels, will they cause trouble for themselves in the next three levels?

"Okay, continue!"

He Xiaotian nodded with satisfaction, and waved his hand to the three younger brothers to bring up a... barbecue grill?

Then, under the sad eyes of the registered disciples, the bbq began.

Onlookers: "..."

Are you really their master?

You are a devil!

All kinds of meat skewers, vegetables, and seafood are available one by one.

The barbecue master juggler rolled up his sleeves and stood in front of the grill like a master.

After a while, the alluring aroma filled the entire playground.

"Gululu..."

Fifty people gathered together, and the sound of their stomachs protesting was extremely harsh.

A group of people were blushing, especially the female disciples, who wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.

Although most people can't tell they are women.

Don't talk about the magician's skills. If he opens a shop in the magic city, he will say that he is the second child, and no one will dare to put the hat of the boss on his head.

"The Twelve Postures of Bodhidharma Yijin" may not look like just a pose, but it actually consumes a lot of physical energy.

The first six postures are okay, and once you become proficient, they are not too difficult.

But once you reach the last six poses, the difficulty will not only increase exponentially?

After six hours of practice, I was already a little tired.

His stomach was even more empty, and he was hungry.

In addition, the unique aroma of charcoal grilled fat is close at hand.

If it hadn't been for the willpower they had developed through three months of hard training, they might have rushed forward at any time.

"If someone gives up on their own initiative, eat whatever you want!"

Everyone swallowed, but remained indifferent.

"The talents of some of you in the "Twelve Postures of Bodhidharma Yijin" are very limited. Give up resistance, come up and play the strings, and take a rest. This way, you will have enough energy to deal with the next four levels."

"Gudong!"

The saliva was much louder, and what the master said seemed to make sense.

He Xiaotian looked at the few people in the crowd who were about to make a move, smiled slightly, and said again.

"Only for the first ten, come if you want to eat."

After he finished speaking, he picked up a handful of spices and sprinkled them on the barbecue grill.

The fragrance suddenly became stronger.

Not only that, he also ordered Feng Yu, a silly boy, to bring a lot of meat skewers and send them to Roger and the others.

Look how greedy these guys are.

Drooling all over the floor!

If it hadn't been for He Xiaotian's brutal strength and deeds, they would have all rushed up to him, throwing back their cheeks and licking their skewers.

"Bah!" "Bah!"

A group of registered disciples listened to the voice in their ears and looked at the scavengers in front of them who were taking a sip of cold beer.

There is only one thing in my mind, are you the devil!!

This group of people looked at He Xiaotian's smiling eyes and simply closed their eyes.

Persistence is victory!

No matter what happens, get ten points first.

Under the devastation of the aroma, half an hour finally passed.

"Everyone, plus 10 points!"

After He Xiaotian finished speaking, there were popping sounds one after another. Looking around, there was a large area on the playground.

Only nine people are still persisting.

He Xiaotian glanced at him and saw that some people were exhausted, while others still had some energy left.

He was very pleased with this.
To be continued...