Chapter: 7182

This annoyed the disciples who just started jumping up: I regret it!

In the end, there were only a few dozen people left.

"Get on stage quickly, and announce the assessment results immediately." The head deacon urged.

Zhang Han followed the crowd to a ring.

He pointed to the five closest people in front of him.

Whoosh!

The first person had just stepped onto the stage, and Zhang Han punched him lightly before he could stand firmly on his feet.

Seeing this, the inner disciple didn't even draw out his sword, instead he punched him.

boom!

He retreated tens of meters and left the edge of the ring.

"this......"

His pupils shrank: "This person definitely has the strength of an inner disciple."

"Is there water?"

A friend beside him taunted him, he jumped onto the ring, and before Zhang Han could make a move, he punched him, as if to prove that he was better than the man just now.

boom!

Zhang Han punched again.

Step down, faster than before.

"Ouch?"

The person who stepped down was stunned: "I gave seven successes, but I never beat you."

The third person stepped onto the stage, and got off the ring in less than three seconds.

"Can you pass the level?"

Zhang Han asked.

"able."

"Stop fighting." Zhang Han was not interested in acting, and walked directly to the crowd of promoted disciples on the side.

"It's very individual." Meng Linger said next to her.

However, those inner disciples looked at each other.

Someone asked a few people who were curious but frightened:

"Do you think that Zhang Hanyang did his best just now?"

hiss!

Who knows?