Ask the drum!

In terms of form, only soldiers can strike. Wang Baole is now a soldier, and he has this qualification!

In fact, the reason why only soldiers can beat it is because the drumsticks need to be made on the spot, and the quality of this drumstick is the third-grade spiritual treasure.

Wang Baole also has this!

Seeing Wang Baole heading straight to the drum, everyone watching around, their expressions changed, their eyes widened, and their hearts were even more shocked.

"Ask the drum!! This Wang Baole is so confident?"

"Every soldier has only one chance in his life. Wang Baole is willing to sacrifice his life!"

"I haven't seen anyone beat the drum in a few years!"

When everyone around was talking about it, the examiners like Wang Baole were also shocked. Lin Tianhao took a breath and felt uneasy. He knew that Wang Baole's spiritual treasure was beyond him.

But after noticing the peace of the Pavilion Master, Lin Tianhao's heart moved.

The Lord of the Magical Soldier Pavilion was indeed very calm. Even if Wang Baole walked towards the drum, he still looked as usual and felt even more contemptuous in his heart.

"Self-hearted, even if Wang Baole successfully strikes, he will only invite the elders. The four elders of the Magic Army Pavilion seem to be harmonious, but in fact they are all fighting for the position of the Great Elder. At that time, naturally someone will be happy to follow the flow!"

"Unless he invites the Great Elder, it's a pity that there is no Great Elder in the Magical Army Pavilion now!" The Pavilion Master looked coldly at Wang Baole who walked to the front of the drum with his hands behind his back.

Wang Baole was filled with anger. He had already confirmed the malice of the Pavilion Master. He knew that the two of them were now breaking up. Today, either he could not become the number one, or... invite a big shot who can make a final decision, directly overturn the evaluation and overwhelm the Pavilion Master!

At this moment, it was before the drum of the question. Under the attention of everyone around, Wang Baole took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, raised his right hand and pressed it on the drum of the question.

With a loud bang, as the pressure spreads out from the drum and the magic fluctuations were heard, immediately after a piece of material suddenly flew out from the drum and floated directly in front of Wang Baole.

Among them are spirit stones, jade slips that record the patterns and refining methods, and a large number of forgings.

Wang Baole's eyes flashed and he directly held the jade slip. After the spiritual power was integrated, the method of refining suddenly appeared in his mind. He waved his hand and grabbed the spirit stone and began to imprint the pattern.

There are 100,000 rewinding patterns on the drumsticks, which are also spiritual treasures, and they are not very difficult to refine, but for Wang Baole, this is nothing. He spread his hands at the same time, and as the formula deduces in his mind, he immediately imprints one by one with extremely fast rewinding patterns.

From a distance, Wang Baole was filled with magic fluctuations, and there was also spiritual energy surrounding him. You could see many light and darkness flashes, translucent retro patterns flashing, and finally pouring into the spirit stone one by one.

This scene made everyone around them focus on their attention, and even the discussion became much smaller, and many people even immediately posted posts on Ling.com.

"Wang Baole is making drumsticks!"

"Come to Zhongfeng quickly. Something big has happened. Wang Baole and the Pavilion Master are fighting each other and want to beat and ask for a drum!"

As this matter spread, everyone who knew the news was shocked. Chen Yutong, who was still dealing with things in the hospital management department, also knew it immediately. Her expression suddenly changed and she rushed to Zhongfeng immediately.

Like him, there were many people running towards Zhongfeng. At this moment, in this magic weapon pavilion, gathered from all directions and soon arrived at Zhongfeng. When I saw Wang Baole standing in front of the drum, he completed the mark of the pattern, raised his right hand and flames appeared in the palm of his hand.

At this moment, Wang Baole actually melted the forging material and directly refined it with his secret technique of flame explosion!

All the disciples who saw this scene were moved, and their breaths and exclamations and envy echoed immediately.

"Fire Explosion! This is the secret method that the Taoist temple rewarded Wang Baole some time ago!!"

"This secret technique is not only extremely lethal, but also suitable for military cultivation, so that military cultivation can be refined without a furnace!"

"I'll go, this is so handsome!!"

The entire production process is like flowing clouds and flowing without any delay, and is flawless, and no mistakes occur at all, making the refining of drumsticks like an artistic creation!

When everyone was in an uproar, Lin Tianhao's eyes showed strong jealousy, his breathing was disordered, and he quickly looked at the Pavilion Master. At this moment, the Pavilion Master of the Magic Army Pavilion narrowed slightly, but without any surprise, his expression was still calm.

Just as the crowd was discussing in a low voice, and even more people came from a distance, time slowly passed. Half an hour later, Wang Baole waved his right hand suddenly, and the flames in his hand suddenly spread and disappeared in an instant. A green drumstick appeared directly in everyone's eyes.

The red color on the drumstick was dissipating rapidly. It was obviously just refined and had high temperatures, but Wang Baole didn't care. The method of flame explosion made him very immune to high temperatures. At this moment, after raising his right hand and holding it, he turned his head and looked at the Pavilion Master coldly, withdrew his gaze, grabbed the drumstick, and beat the drum hard towards the drum!

Dong!!

The sound of the beating of the war drum, even though everyone around was prepared to watch the whole process, they were still shocked. All the discussion disappeared in an instant, and everyone's mind buzzed at this moment.

The sound was too loud, echoing Zhongfeng, spreading the entire magic weapon pavilion, roaring in the sky!

It seemed that Wang Baole's dissatisfaction was contained in it and his anger. Under the venting strike, the entire Magic Pavilion immediately caused a sensation, and some people who didn't know about this were even more shocked.

"What's going on!!"

"What a sound!!"

In awe, figures rushed out one after another. After inquiring and investigating each other, they learned that Wang Baole was beating the drum. Before they could think too much, the second battle drum beat, followed by a sound of the second battle drum!

Dong!!

The sound was even louder. When it spread around, Wang Baole's body trembled even more and his breathing was extremely rapid. He finally understood why, before this, the most time before, the drum was hit five times, and most of the time, it was just three times.

In fact, although the requirements for Lingbao drumsticks are strictly required by this question, it is not the focus. To some extent, as long as the drumstick is made, it can be hit multiple times, but how many times it can be hit depends on your own ability to withstand it!

After the first knock, Wang Baole felt a powerful bombardment coming, blending into his body along the drumsticks, wandering and shaking all over his body, making his internal organs roll, and his bones seem to be trembling as his body trembled, as if some dirt in his body was shaking, shaking under the tremor.

The second knocking force was even greater. When it hit the whole body, the shattered dirt in the body was immediately secreted into large quantities along the pores.

This kind of tremor, like a marrow washing, is extremely beneficial to the monks themselves, but the pain they need to bear is as huge, especially the recoil caused by this strike, which is more than once, which makes too many people unable to persevere.

At the moment, Wang Baole, after knocking out the third stroke, his whole body trembled to the extreme, and even his eyes were a little black. All his strength seemed to have disappeared. Whether it was his spirit or physical body, it was almost saturated at this moment, and his body was filled with vibration.

"You can invite an elder in three times, but it is not enough to invite an elder, even if you want five times, it is not enough to invite an elder, because the great elder in the Magic Army Pavilion is now vacant, so you can only... continue to invite him!" Wang Baole gasped and let out a low roar, and tried his best, grabbing the drumstick and hitting the fourth time!

Dong!!

The war drum was shaken, and the drumstick almost broke out. Wang Baole's body trembled and seemed to be twisted, and his face turned pale. The recoil force in his body exploded, causing all the bones, all meridians, and all flesh and blood to be baptized by a storm, his body was shaking and he was unstable.

At the same time, the people watching around were breathing and were all moved, and they all burst into exclamations.

"The fourth time is the most...the fifth drum!"

Seeing this, Lin Tianhao was breathing coldly and nervously. As for the Pavilion Master and the other deputy Pavilion Masters, their expressions changed to varying degrees at this moment, especially the Pavilion Master of the Magic Army Pavilion, who frowned at this moment, with a hint of incredible eyes.

However, at this moment, Wang Baole had reached his limit, and his trembling arms were a little unstable even in the drumsticks.

"Is it the limit? I don't know how the one who hit five times did it... I'm not willing to give up." Wang Baole gritted his teeth, and his eyes burst out. The seeds in his body suddenly exploded at this moment. He controlled his body with the suction force. In this impossible, his arm was a little stiff but he grabbed the drumstick tightly and beat the drum again!

He was like a puppet, and the suction force of the seed seed was like an invisible thread, pulling his body. After knocking out the fifth stroke with a "bang", even the invisible suction line in his body seemed to be pulled violently. He felt blurred and dizzy in front of him, as if he was about to fall into a coma. He barely controlled it and knocked out the sixth stroke again!

As the drums shook the sky, the crowds around him burst into an uproar. Lin Tianhao even buzzed his mind, his face pale and bloodless, and he took a few steps back.
Chapter completed!