Walking into the clubhouse, there was a front hall. Yang Bo and two others rushed to the scene and saw many people gathered together.
"Hey, don't rush in, get your number and queue up!"
A staff member stopped the two of them, his tone seemed a little impatient.
Lu Dongxing gave Yang Bo a hand, walked forward cheerfully, took the number from the automatic number-taking machine, and then explained in detail: "Don't argue with them, people here have their eyes higher than their heads. No matter how powerful you are, as long as you don't obey the management, they won't let you in."
Yang Bo was a little surprised, "What kind of organization is this?"
Lu Dongxing shook his head, "I don't know. I've investigated several times, but all ended in vain. Well, don't mention these things here!"
While he was talking, there were shouts and shouts. Yang Bo turned around and saw someone in the crowd walking out with regret, shaking his head and sighing, "Oh, it's already the last day, and we still haven't been able to cut out any traces. "
Yang Bo looked at Lu Dongxing strangely, "What does he mean?"
"Everyone has a chance to try once every day. He should have tried it several times!" Lu Dongxing said.
"How come so many people got the news?" Yang Bo asked.
Lu Dongxing shook his head, "You think I am Bai Xiaosheng? I also heard about it accidentally. I didn't believe this kind of thing at first. I even came over in person and cut it once, but no traces were left. But later I saw Only when someone lightly slashed a mark with a sword did I dare to believe that there was really something good here."
Yang Bo nodded and walked towards the crowd.
When he walked into the crowd, Yang Bo saw that in the middle of the crowd, a waiter stood aside and was calling the number. A stout man in his thirties handed over the number, walked forward, and took the number from the shelf in front. He raised his sword, held it with both hands, and gestured towards the piece of iron in front of him.
Yang Bo stared at the iron block in front of him. The iron block was a section of railway track, with more than ten marks left on it. These marks were deep and shallow.
The man raised his sword and slashed downwards as if he was using all his strength.
"Ding!" A harsh sound came, the sword and the iron block intersected, sparks flew out, and the lingering sound lingered in the ears.
The man held the sword tightly with both hands, unable to hang it down. He gasped for breath, raised his head and looked forward, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful when he saw the slight collision marks on the iron block.
Yang Bo stared at the iron block. He could clearly see that there was only a shallow white mark on the iron block, which did not look conspicuous.
"Invalid." The man standing next to the railway track, without even opening his eyes completely, lowered his gaze and replied coldly.
There were boos at the scene, and everyone felt a little regretful.
Lu Dongxing patted Yang Bo on the shoulder, "See, I tried it once and my arm was numb, but there was no trace."
Yang Bo smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, I'll give it a try."
A middle-aged man next to him glanced at Yang Bo and curled his lips, "Little brother, how many people were as confident as you at the beginning, but now they have all gone back."
"I'll give it a try." Yang Bo said.
While he was talking, another person came up. The man was wearing a green Taoist robe and looked to be only in his twenties. He picked up the iron sword and called "Infinite Heavenly Lord". Then he raised the sword and chopped it down lightly.
Yang Bo's eyes widened. To be honest, he didn't think he could see any traces using brute force, but the Taoist priest in front of him still showed such a relaxed performance, which still surprised him.
"Ding!" The sound of the iron sword clashing with the iron block was not too loud.
The Taoist priest held an iron sword in his hand and struck it on the iron block. He maintained this posture and did not move.
When the lingering sound dissipated, he saw the Taoist priest smiling. He gently picked up the iron sword and said to the man standing next to the iron sword: "Admit it!"
Yang Bo stared at the shallow marks in front of him, with a strange expression on his face. He looked at the Taoist priest and then at the man waiting next to the iron block.
The man smiled coldly, "You are cheating and cheating, so get out of here!"
The Taoist priest suddenly said loudly: "This is your rule. You stipulate that whoever cuts out marks will be allowed in. Now I have cut out marks, how can you not let me in?"
People around him also said, "Yes, he cut out marks. How could you not ask others to come in? This little master looks very powerful too!"
¡°Take out the live camera and play it back!¡± the man said coldly.
??The Taoist priest was stunned for a moment. Then, when he saw someone carrying a laptop back, he was startled for a moment. Without saying much, he turned around and walked out.
Some people still don¡¯t understand, ¡°What¡¯s going on? What¡¯s going on?¡±
"You didn't see it. This was his trick. He used his sword to cut on the traces of the past."
Now some people are reacting like this.
Next, several people tried, but they all ended in failure.
Soon, it was Yang Bo's turn. He walked through the crowd and handed over his number. Lu Dongxing stood beside him and whispered: "Come on!"
Yang Bo smiled, walked forward, and picked up the sword. As soon as he took the sword, Yang Bo felt something was different. It was not an iron sword, and he didn't know what kind of material it was made of. It was neither gold nor stone, and it felt a little warm to the touch. .
It is really difficult to use this sword to cut out traces. Even if Yang Bo believes that he can cut out the marks, he still does not dare to try. After all, today is the last day and there is only one chance.
Seeing Yang Bo¡¯s hesitation, the man couldn¡¯t help but remind him: ¡°Hurry up, there are people waiting behind you!¡±
"Young man, don't wait any longer. Hurry up and chop. Everything that can be chopped has already been chopped. You can't chop anyway, so why are you hesitating?"
"That's right, young man, don't hesitate, just chop it down with your eyes closed, your arm will be numb for a while and you'll be fine!"
"Alas, I've been here since early in the morning, and I haven't seen anyone able to cut out traces. I suspect that these traces are all fake!"
Yang Bo ignored them. He raised his sword. According to his previous guess, spiritual power surged out of his hand and rushed towards the sword. He slashed downwards with all his strength.
"Poof!" With a sound, the tip of the sword sank into the iron block, going deeper than all the traces!
The scene was quiet, except for the heavy breathing, there was no other movement!
Lu Dongxing stood behind Yang Bo. He stared at the iron block in front of him, his eyes widening. It was really unbelievable!
The man standing next to the iron block suddenly stared, his eyes gleaming, and he cupped his fists towards Yang Bo, "Congratulations!"
The few people who had spoken just now stopped talking. They stared at the scene, not knowing what to say for a while.
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