On the second day, Feng Fan followed Kou Laosan to the front of the Seven Star Cliff. Looking at the cliffs he had climbed back then, Feng Fan felt a little emotional, with his current cultivation and cultivation of many martial arts, climbing this kind of cliff was even more proficient.

Unexpectedly Feng Fan, in addition to dozens of disciples of the Haisha Gang, Leng Tianjie actually came here, it seems that Leng Tianjie was quite impressed by Feng Fan back then. From the conversation between Leng Tianjie and Kou Laosan back then, Feng Fan can see that the relationship between the two is very good, so Leng Tianjie must have gotten the news from Kou Laosan this time, so he rushed to watch.

"Master Leng, it's really an honor to be here to watch the junior's martial arts assessment. Although he was no longer in the Medicine Refining Hall, after all, Leng Tianjie had the grace of recommending him back then, so Feng Fan stepped forward to say hello.

"Boy, give full play to your strength, I hope you can pass this assessment. Leng Tianjie said with a dry smile.

"Thank you Hall Master Leng, I will definitely pass this assessment successfully. Feng Fan said in a deep voice.

"Feng Fan, the formal inner disciple assessment is divided into two items, the first is the boxing assessment, and the second is the weapon assessment. You first fight with the boxing examiner, if you can be undefeated within ten moves, you will pass; the next is the weapon assessment, you first choose a weapon, and then I choose an examiner who is good at this kind of weapon, and the two of you fight. Similarly, if you can go undefeated within ten moves, you will be considered to have passed. If you pass these two assessments, you will be considered an official inner disciple. If you fail to pass one item, you will only need to assess the one that you failed after one year. If you fail both, you will need to take all of them after one year. If you don't pass it after a year, you will never have the opportunity to become an official inner disciple again. Kou Laosan introduced to Feng Fan in detail the rules of the formal inner disciple assessment.

"Thank you for the reminder, the juniors are clear. Feng Fan said respectfully.

"Feng Jingkui, the first boxing assessment is up to you. Kou Laosan ordered a black-faced man beside him.

"The subordinates obeyed. The black-faced man immediately agreed, looking at Feng Fan with a wicked smile. This person has participated in this kind of assessment many times, and has been beaten by the person many times with a blue nose and swollen eyes, and at first there was a trace of pity, but then he no longer felt anything, and then he simply regarded this behavior as a pleasure. Whenever Feng Jingkui saw the embarrassed appearance of the disciples of the Haisha Gang who were beaten by himself and had blue noses and swollen eyes, his heart was extremely comfortable, but this hobby was a bit different, so he had such an expression when he looked at Feng Fan at this time.

"Boy, I'm practicing the Iron Fist of the Wind, so I'll have to be careful for a while. Feng Jingkui stared at Feng Fan and smiled happily.

"Make a move. Looking at Feng Jingkui's somewhat excited look, Feng Fan frowned slightly, and instantly ran the Five Elements Xuanmeng True Yuan according to the meridian trajectory of the Golden Bell Jar, and then gently put the Pu Dao in his hand on the ground.

The five fingers of Feng Jingkui's right hand were suddenly clenched together, and his body instantly rushed towards Feng Fan, and his fist carried a strong wind, attacking Feng Fan's chest. With a "bang", Feng Jingkui's fist hit Feng Fan's chest.

Kou Laosan was slightly stunned, not knowing why Feng Fan didn't dodge, and Leng Tianjie's heart moved slightly, as if he was thoughtful. In the next moment, something unexpected happened, Feng Jingkui snorted, his body took two steps back, a painful look appeared on his face, and his gaze at Feng Fan was filled with anger and a hint of fear.

Because the punch just now seemed to hit the iron plate, which made Feng Jingkui's fist ache. Feng Jingkui has absolute confidence in the power of his own punch, and under the concentration of the true qi of the inner family that he has cultivated for many years, except for the masters who have practiced kung fu such as the golden bell jar, if other ordinary people in the rivers and lakes take this punch hard, it is tantamount to asking for their own death. But not only did the opponent use his body to take a punch from him, but he was also shocked back two steps, and there was a sharp burning pain in his fist.

Except for the feeling of slight vibration in his chest, Feng Fan did not feel any discomfort, and he couldn't help but begin to admire the method of the Golden Bell Jar in his heart, because Feng Fan also judged from the worried looks on the faces of the surrounding onlookers just now that Feng Jingkui's punch must be extremely powerful.

Feng Jingkui tested Feng Fan's strength, did not dare to have the slightest reservation, and raised his right fist. With the rotation of the true air, the right fist suddenly became dim and expanded a few points. The green tendons on it bulged out, as if it were a cyan hammerhead. And the next moment, Feng Jingkui's body moved behind Feng Fan as fast as a civet cat, and struck Feng Fan in the neck with a fist.

Although he knew Feng Jingkui's position very well, Feng Fan also did not dodge, allowing Feng Jingkui's fist to land on his neck. With a "bang", Feng Fan felt his neck shake, and there was no discomfort either, while Feng Jingkui still took a step back.

"Golden bell jar!" Feng Jingkui gasped, and a thought flashed in his mind that made him extremely unhappy.

Enduring the severe pain, Feng Jingkui waved his fist and quickly attacked the more than a dozen acupoints behind Feng Fan's body, in order to prevent himself from being injured by excessive strength, Feng Jingkui's attack force was extremely slight. Because Feng Jingkui deeply knew that if he hit the opponent's death point, even a slight force would defeat the opponent, after all, he was also a disciple of the Haisha Gang, so there was no need to kill the opponent.

After being punched more than a dozen times like a boot tickling, Feng Fan's expression became a little impatient. The body suddenly turned, and his hands stretched out like ghosts, grabbing Feng Jingkui when the opponent couldn't resist at all.

With a slight force, Feng Jingkui's body had been lifted, Feng Fan's arms shook, and Feng Jingkui was thrown out. With a miserable scream, Feng Jingkui's fat body came into contact with the earth in an extremely intimate way. Fortunately, Feng Fan didn't want to cause trouble, so he only used a small amount of force, otherwise Feng Jingkui would definitely be even more embarrassed.

"Fengfan, you passed the first assessment. After waiting for a while, Kou Laosan saw Feng Jingkui slowly get up, although his face was extremely painful, but he didn't seem to have suffered a heavy blow, Kou Laosan's heart was relieved, so he turned his head and said to Feng Fan.

"I conceded. Feng Fan arched his hand at Feng Jingkui and said loudly.

"It's really a hero from ancient times, and I'm willing to bow down. Feng Jingkui's previous look had completely disappeared, replaced by absolute respect, after all, a powerful Golden Bell Jar master was not something that people like him could provoke, and this Feng Fan would be a talent that many people in the Haisha Gang had wooed.