Grasping Evil

The sound of the horn came from nowhere, and it seemed to be blessed by a great supernatural power, which made everyone who heard the sound of the horn have a feeling of blood boiling. `

Then there was a silver light that broke through the air, and the silver light looked like a flame from a distance, so dazzling that it was impossible to look at, and when it was close, it was clear that it was an old man standing in the silver flame.

The old man was wearing a gold hoop, his face was tight and stiff, his skin was blue and black, and he couldn't see any expression.

The corpse demon exuded the tyrannical aura of the early days of broken thoughts, and in his hand, he held a scroll with a silver fire seal. A gust of wind swept toward everyone here.

Those tribal monks with poor cultivation are often blown to the side, and only the true immortals and old monsters can stay still in this gust of wind.

The gust of wind blew through with great difficulty, and the monks of the tribe did not care to stand firm, and they all knelt down and bowed to the corpse demon!

"Welcome to the Holy Envoy!" The voice shot straight into the sky.

The people of Tamu naturally bowed down as well. Those monks who were flying in the air and watching the event from a distance also landed on the ground and bowed respectfully, including even the noble Dolan!

The Dabei tribe has a strict hierarchy. The monks of the tribe are descended from medicine slaves, so they have the lowest status. The guardians of the holy mountain have a slightly higher status, but if they see the holy messenger, they still have to kneel. Even the so-called holy messengers are just a group of corpses with low intelligence!

"Why don't you kneel!"

The corpse demon old man glanced across the grassland, and suddenly someone dared not kneel himself, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Ning is not a humble person, so naturally he doesn't need to bow down to anyone." Ning Fan said lightly.

"It makes sense..."

The old corpse demon's tone was still stiff, not angry. Hearing these words, he seemed to agree with Ning Fan's explanation, but he suddenly swayed and disappeared from the air, leaving not even a trace of afterimage!

Ning Fan's eyes narrowed slightly. The same figure flickered and disappeared without a trace, and in the next instant, there was no one in the sky. Suddenly, there was an explosion, like a single sound, and it seemed to be the overlapping of countless sounds. Then there were space cracks torn from the air, and after that, two silhouettes flew out of the space cracks.

It was Ning Fan and the old corpse demon! Ning Fan landed back to the ground gently. The sluggish eyes of the corpse demon old man were a little stunned.

"What happened!" This place, including monk Shekong,

No one could see what the old corpse demon and Ning Fan did!

Even Dolan, I don't know what happened at this moment!

"That statement is indeed reasonable."

The old corpse demon received a shocked expression, but he still looked indifferent. Only he himself knew about this place. In that very short moment, he had already punched Ning Fan dozens of times, and with the strength of his corpse demon body, He was completely defeated in the confrontation!

Follow the rules of the Holy Mountain. If you have the strength to match the holy envoy, you can ignore the hierarchy and see the holy envoy without kneeling. With such strength, Ning Fan naturally does not need to kneel to him, but if he sees a stronger saint, he still needs to kneel.

"Is this Ning surnamed Waixiu under the suppression of the cultivation base, and can still face the initial stage of broken thoughts without falling behind?!"

The cultivators here had guesses and were secretly shocked when they saw that the Holy Envoy did not hold Ning Fan responsible for not kneeling. Turning to think of the tower wood department, after all, only Ning Fan is a stubborn stubborn, no matter how strong one person is. After all, it was limited and could not change the situation of Xiaobi too much, so he was relieved.

It's only one person after all...

The corpse demon old man still had an indifferent expression, which made the cultivators stand up. Start reading the scroll in hand.

"The battle to seize the mausoleum begins once every thousand years. The ratio of the southern border will be under the responsibility of my holy envoy No. 41. There are two levels in the literary test and the martial arts test! The part with the first total score can enter the Central Province to participate in the second place in Seizing the Mausoleum. Wheel! Now. This holy envoy will announce the questions for the essay test, and I advise everyone not to blink, to see the next scene carefully, and don't miss a trace!"

After the corpse demon finished reading, he suddenly raised the scroll in his hand, and the scroll flew upward all the way, and suddenly turned into a silver fire dragon and flew into the sky. , burned the weeds in this place clean, but after a few breaths, on the scorched earth, new and tender weeds grew strangely.

The whole process only took a few dozen breaths, and then it contained too many magical powers and mysteries... What the literary exam was going to test was the wonderful truths contained in this scene!

"This is the question for the first round of the literary examination of this year's Suoling. You and others must have their own understanding. Within one day, you will send the book of comprehension on the Xian-sending scroll and send it back to Zhongzhou, where the emperors of Zhongzhou will judge the merits , set the score!"

After speaking, the old corpse demon turned his hands again, took out a piece of silver animal bone, crushed it into bone powder in his palm, and threw it forward, and suddenly there were silver ashes, which fell with the wind. A low table supported by a skeleton. The number of bone tables is seven hundred, with twenty-one columns, a total of thirty-five columns, and one is not many, which is exactly the number of tribes in the southern border.

"In all previous literary exams, a question was randomly given to test the cultivators' understanding. Unfortunately, there are too few wise men in the southern border, and few of them can achieve good results in the literary test. Let's look at the southern border. In history, there are not many people who can get more than 100% of the individual scores in the literary test. The literary test is not important, the gap between the major tribes is not too big, the difficulty is the martial arts test... Brother Ning does not need to pay too much attention to the literary test. The grades can be dealt with casually. With Brother Ning’s cultivation base, it is not difficult to get a thousand points or more in the martial arts test, and it is enough to make my Tamu Department get rid of the shame of being at the bottom…”

Tagri secretly told Ning Fan a few words, and gave Ning Fan a domino the size of a palm. Then he turned his head and instructed one by one the reference Tamu monks, dividing the dominoes.

Ning Fan looked at the dominoes in his hand, which were his records. The front of the domino is written in Dabei and engraved with the word 'Ning Fan', which is his name, and the back is used to record the score. The score is still zero. After all, the Southern Border Competition has not yet started.

"Whether the test is not important..."

Ning Fan was noncommittal to Tagli's instructions. Following the reference monks, he slowly walked to their respective bone tables and sat down with his knees crossed.

There are bone pens, blood ink, and leather scrolls on the bone table. On the top left of the table, there is also a beast face groove with strange patterns. Many weak monks just sat down, picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, scribbled, then rolled up their respective skins, and put them together with their dominoes into the beast face groove on the table. . `

Then. The groove of the animal face will close, and the light will flash. After a while, the groove will reopen and there is no pelt in it. Only the dominoes are left, and on top of the dominoes, the scores of their respective literary exams will be recorded.

The vast majority of cultivators would not prevent others from copying their answers to the essay test, so Ning Fan could easily see the answers of some people.

"I realized that fire can set grass on fire, and the fire is very hot..." This is some monk with a flawed IQ. handed in answer sheet.

"I feel indignant at the saint's actions of burning the grasslands of southern Xinjiang. This is the legacy left to us by our ancestors. How can we desecrate it! Fortunately, these grasses have grown back in the end..." This is the answer written by a certain angry young monk.

"I didn't get it." Someone else handed in a blank!

What made Ning Fan speechless was that even these mentally handicapped answers were secretly copied by many people, and the old corpse demon didn't care about copying. It's just a stick of incense, and most of the cultivators have already answered the exam papers. You must know the answering time given by the essay exam. It's a whole day...

Ning Fan looked at his side, and the other nineteen members of the Tamu Department had already handed in their answers and received their results. Nineteen people, eighteen zero points, the only one who got points, only got one point. Ning Fan remembered that person's test paper, and the answer was "fire burns grass, fire kills wood"...

This kind of common sense of comprehension of the Five Elements is known to almost everyone in the four days. But in Dabei, it was only because Dabei's mental disability was able to get one point, and it was very rare to be able to answer common sense. Give it a point for comfort.

As a result, with the exception of Ning Fan, the total score of the Tamu Clan exam was only 1 point. Fortunately, judging from the current submission situation, most of the people who have submitted papers from other tribes are also mentally incompetent. The total score obtained is only a few points, and it is indeed not much different from that of the Tamu Department.

But this does not mean that there are no normal monks here.

There are at least two or three people in other tribes who are still thinking, and it seems that they have really understood from the questions of the literary test. The stronger tribes, such as Xieyang and Zhaofengbu, still have eleven or two people who are closing their eyes and thinking hard. As time passed, there were people who froze from time to time.

These people are not like those who are mentally handicapped. They have extremely strict isolation for their respective answer sheets, trying to prevent others from seeing them. Of course, with Ning Fan's cultivation from far away, coupled with his pervasive Rain Technique perception, he could still easily see everyone's exam papers. There are also other old monsters Shekong who can secretly see the exam papers of the cultivators of the real world. For all this, the old corpse demon never stops them, and they can copy them. Imperial Examination Room.

The cultivators with normal minds handed in the sixth sequel, and most of the things they have realized are related to the magical powers of scrolling dragons and dragons into fire and rain.

After all, this test is obviously not about supernatural powers, but about the understanding of Tao.

Fire the grass, the grass is resurrected...

Wild fire, in spring…

Ning Fan gradually stopped caring about other people's achievements, but fell into his own comprehension. He no longer regarded this comprehension as a kind of competition, but he did gain something from it.

Sitting on the grass, sitting in front of the bone table, he didn't lift his pen to write, but closed his eyes and repeated the scenes of the rebirth of the weeds in his mind.

An hour later, almost all of the monks below Shekong handed in the papers, and their grades did not exceed 10 percent. Of course, there is only one exception. Xian Yuchun, the patriarch of Xieyang Young Master with a flawed IQ, actually fell asleep on the table and did not hand in the papers.

Two hours later, some cultivators of Shekong started to submit 6 continuation papers, and high scores began to appear.

"Hey! It's actually 30 points! What did the Black Mountain Master from the Montenegro Department answer to get such a high score!" Someone suddenly exclaimed outside the arena.

The Black Mountain Mage seemed to be dissatisfied with this score, but did not dare to question the score.

This is the score given by the five emperors of Zhongzhou, how can he be so small as to say nothing!

"Forget it, the results of the literary test are not important, everything depends on the martial arts test..." Thinking of this, Master Heishan felt relieved.

Following the Master of Montenegro, there have been continuous high scores for those who have given up the empty space.

"The Corpse Department... 35 points! The Corpse Mage's score is very high!"

"Old Monster Yannan got 40 points! How is this possible!"

"The White Ghost Mage of the White Ghost Department actually scored forty-five points!"

"Sixty points! Summoning the Dragon of the Thousand Commanders of the Wind Department, could this person be the person with the highest score in this year's literary test!"

Gradually, only Ning Fan, Xian Yuchun, who was asleep, and Mage Minghai from the Sea Soul Department, remained on the field.

Master Minghai is indifferent by nature and does not like to participate in the intrigue on the grassland.

Six hours have passed since the beginning of the text test, and Master Minghai kept his eyes closed and stayed until the seventh hour. Only then did he open his eyes, nodded slightly, as if he had gained something, and began to answer the questionnaire.

And his score. It has also set a new high for nearly 100,000 years in southern Xinjiang, which is actually 400%!

"It's actually a score of 400... This person deserves to be an old monster who has stepped into the broken mind half a step, and his deep understanding is definitely the number one in my southern border!" Some southern border monks were shocked.

"This is too high! Looking at the whole Dabei, there are not many who can achieve more than 400 points! And those who can do this will have the lowest achievement in the future. Eternal..." Someone who is good at textual research has discovered this astonishing fact. So, does this Master Minghai have the qualifications to aspire to the Eternal Realm!

"It is said that Emperor Zhongzhou has taken a fancy to Master Minghai's Gao Zhuo's comprehension and wanted to accept him as a disciple. I didn't believe it at first, but now I do! It seems that the Haihun Department can't offend him no matter what..." Some old monsters secretly made up their minds.

Night has come now. Ming Hai looked a little tired, as if the seven hours of hard thinking had consumed a lot of his mind. But his eyes were relaxed, he slowly left the examination room, and with a dusty attitude, like an old fisherman who was wandering the rivers and lakes, he didn't seem to care about everything other than himself. The moment he walked out of the examination room, he turned his head slightly, looked at Ning Fan with some solemnity, and looked at Xian Yuchun, who was sleeping soundly, with a frown. `

"You don't need to talk about this young patriarch of the Evil Sheep Clan. The last year's literary test was only 1 point. I'm afraid I'll just fall asleep this time. It's not worth a slap. It's Ning's surname Wai Xiu... This person is Immortal Venerable Eternal. , even if the cultivation base is restricted, Daowu will never be restricted together, I don’t know how many points this person can get, I am afraid it will not be less than five percent…”

Five hundred percent, if Dabei Immortal Venerable is a reference, most of them are results of this number. This also shows how rare it is for Underworld Master to get 400 percent.

Ming Hai asked himself not to underestimate anyone. But I don't believe that Ning Fan can do better than those Dabei Immortal Venerables. He has more confidence. If he is also an Eternal Immortal Venerable, he will definitely achieve far five hundred results! It's a pity that he hasn't even completely broken through the bottleneck of broken thoughts. Fortunately, as long as he worships the great emperor of Zhongzhou, the day he will become an eternal immortal will not be too far away!

Time is still passing.

The tenth hour, the eleventh hour, the twelfth hour... Xian Yuchun suddenly woke up, looked at the grassland with faint morning light, stunned slightly, then patted his head and laughed.

"I forgot that it was in the text test, but I fell asleep, ahaha, ahaha..."

It immediately aroused the laughter of many monks around.

All the monks from the Evil Sheep Department were a little ashamed, ashamed of their stupid behavior of the young clan leader, Wen Shi, who fell asleep. The Evil Sheep clan chief felt even more angry that the woman he loved the most gave birth to such a stupid son. This...this is really shameful. Hey, stop it! As a father, I don't ask you to get good grades, so let's go!

"Hand over the volume soon!" The Evil Sheep Tribe Chief shouted angrily.

"No hurry, no hurry, my master hasn't handed in the papers yet, I'll wait for him to hand them in together!" Xian Yuchun was surprised to find that Ning Fan hadn't handed in the papers yet, and was suddenly moved. Too late to submit papers! It must be for his freshness!

Afraid that he would stay alone in the examination room to sleep alone, I was here to accompany him! Good man, good man!

"Master! Thank you!"

Xian Yuchun took the test paper and wanted to write this sentence on the test paper and pass it on to Ning Fan like a note.

Now Ning Fan seems to be closing his eyes and contemplating, Xian Yuchun didn't dare to transmit sound, only dared to pass a note. He couldn't figure out whether Ning Fan was thinking or sleeping. If he was sleeping, he would wake up the master, but it would be too unfilial!

Oops, I forgot how to write the words "Master thank you"...

Xian Yuchun had a headache and asked his father for voice transmission.

The face of the evil sheep clan leader turned black.

How could this silly son not write such simple words! This is not the point, the point is the answer sheet of the battle to seize the mausoleum, can I pass you a note, this is a serious crime, and it is blaspheming the power of the holy mountain!

"Submit the papers immediately! Don't disturb your master's comprehension there!"

These words hit Xian Yuchun's pain point. How could he, a 24-year-old disciple of filial piety, disturb Master's comprehension? No!

Now I don't waste time there anymore. I just recalled a few times and saw the exam questions during the day, and found that my head was blank. In desperation, I had to write a few random strokes on the answer sheet and hand in the paper.

After a while, the score came out.

The Evil Sheep Department is fresh and pure... 500%!

"How is this possible! What did Xian Yuchun write, how could the five emperors of Zhongzhou give him a high score of 500!"

"I don't believe it. How could a fool get five percent!"

"Could it be that the Five Emperors of Zhongzhou gave the wrong score!"

"Shh! Be careful! I can't criticize the five emperors..."

Some shocked monks quickly shut their mouths, because the gloomy eyes of the old corpse demon had locked the few people who spoke ill of the Five Emperors.

It is a serious crime to criticize the Five Emperors behind their backs! If these people continue to talk. The corpse demon old man doesn't mind law enforcement on the spot, so it's good for a few people!

Of course, even this undead corpse demon was a little shocked. After all, this Xian Yuchun was so stupid how he looked at it, and even slept in the exam room all day. If this kind of person can get 500 points, a person can get 1000 points!

Weird, Weird! Could it be that this child is talented, I didn't see it! The old corpse demon doubted his own wisdom.

The Evil Sheep Department was completely covered up, and even the shrewd Evil Sheep Patriarch couldn't figure out the situation. It's a pity that Xian Yuchun himself hasn't figured out what is so shocking about five percent. Five percent seems to be about the same as 1 point, eh. Five hundred minus 1 equals 2, which is two points more than 1 point, nothing to be surprised about, why all the fuss...

The Master Minghai, who has always been indifferent and indisputable, is also a little uneasy at this moment. If Ning Fan takes 500 points, he can still comfort himself. The other party is Immortal Venerable Eternal, and he has this qualification to surpass himself. But to get 500% is Xian Yuchun! This fool who is famous in the southern border, even the Master Minghai, who does not ask about the world, has heard a little. This person has a very high cultivation aptitude, and has a unique understanding of the secret art of combining souls, but his mind is not complete, and he often does stupid things that make people cry. But this one person can actually get 5%...

This is a literary test, and only those who are capable can live it! Why does this son live by himself!

"What did you write on your answer sheet!" Mage Minghai suddenly came over and asked in a deep voice.

It is extremely rude to ask the other person for the answer, especially now that the writing test is not over. This move is very likely to leak the answer and give others high marks. Fortunately, Ning Fan was the only one who had not yet submitted the papers. Xian Yuchun respected Ning Fan like a god, and was not worried that his answer would be leaked to Ning Fan. A recognition is something to be thankful for! At the moment, he no longer concealed it, and directly said his answer aloud.

"I only wrote two sentences on the answer sheet: Is there a fire? Sorry, I didn't see it. The grass was burned? Sorry, I didn't see it."

Xian Yuchun stretched helplessly. In fact, when the old corpse demon announced the exam questions, he was already dozing off, and he didn't see the scene of burning weeds at all.

His father urged him to answer the question, and he just honestly handed in a nearly blank answer sheet, saying that he didn't see anything, and sincerely apologized to the five emperors of Zhongzhou. The expected 1 point is 2 points more, his luck can't be better haha!

"Why does this answer get 500 percent! Didn't he see anything, not even the exam questions, shouldn't he have no grades!" Some monks wondered why.

The Master Minghai was suddenly shocked, turned back suddenly, and looked at the scorched earth that had been burned.

No, no!

There has never been a fire here!

This scorched earth is fake, and this scene of weeds coming back to life is also fake!

"untie!"

The Master Minghai suddenly drank a slap in the face, and the scenery here suddenly changed.

The scorched earth has disappeared, and there is no trace of being burned. The new and tender weeds have also disappeared, and they are still the old withered and yellow weeds, which have been growing for a long time...

Illusion, it's an illusion...

In vain, he has a very high self-esteem, and he didn't realize that this exam question was just an illusion from the beginning!

No fire, no wildfires, no weeds revive... It's all illusion!

No wonder he said he didn't see anything! Turns out nothing was ever...

"This son is stupid, he is clearly wise and stupid!" Ming Hai gasped, all contempt for Xian Yuchun swept away in his heart, and turned to respect.

If Mage Minghai is not mistaken, the illusion in this test question comes from the hands of the five emperors of Zhongzhou, so most of the broken thoughts can't be seen... This son can do many things that broken thoughts can't do. Percentage, it deserves its name, and the future is boundless! This son saw through everything from the beginning, so he didn't think about it at all, but just fell back to sleep. This kind of attitude of playing with the world is even more valuable to a cultivator, and he can often realize the truth of the Tao that cannot be obtained by others!

This son... he can't compare!

"As a little friend, you should be the number one in the Southern Border! I'm afraid that even the Ning surnamed Waixiu may not be as good as you." Mage Minghai sighed.

"Wrong, wrong, wrong! That person is my master! How can I compare to my master's half a hair! He is the real No. 1 in the Southern Border! I only get 500 points, if I change my master, it will be 5,000. Points can be easily obtained!" Xian Yuchun said dissatisfied. He couldn't allow Master Minghai to despise his teacher.

"Five thousand points... The little friend is just joking, from ancient times to the present. There has never been anyone who can get five thousand points in the first round of the literary test of Seizing the Mausoleum, even those great emperors, who can't do this when they are young. One point, it's normal for Ning's surname Wai Xiu to get 500 points, if it's 1000 points, it will be very difficult, if it's 5,000...hehe..." Master Minghai was shocked by Xian Yuchun's aptitude and did not want to have bad relations with this genius, so he For fresh and pure nonsense. He just laughed, and didn't mind.

"Five thousand is a lot? Isn't it two points more than five hundred..." Xian Yuchun was stunned, how come no one has won this score? Could it be that he made a mistake.

Master Minghai was stunned for a moment. With his wisdom, he couldn't understand Xian Yuchun's meaning for a while. Five thousand is two points more than five hundred. What does this mean... Five thousand minus five hundred is of course not equal to two. Could it be otherwise. is implying me something...

The more Master Minghai thought about it, the more complicated it became. He vaguely felt that he was being hinted at, but it was not the key.

But there were others who laughed disdainfully, the one who laughed the loudest. It is the South Dragon of the Summoning Wind Department!

"It's ridiculous! If the cultivators from outside the district can score an unprecedented 5,000 points, all my humble cultivators can die of shame!"

As soon as these words came out, countless people immediately followed Nan Zhilong and laughed.

Xian Yuchun's face was somber at the moment, if it wasn't for Nan Zhilong's cultivation base being too high, he would definitely fight with him immediately to protect his master!

Right now. Suddenly someone exclaimed, it turned out that Ning Fan ended his meditation, handed in the papers, and with a light gaze, suddenly gave a cold look to the dragon facing the south.

The Nan Zhilong, who was laughing wildly, suddenly felt icy and bone-eroding. Half of the laughter choked in his throat, unable to get in or out. His face flushed red, but his heart was shaking.

What a penetrating look this is! This person... this person can't be provoked, otherwise there will be a catastrophe!

Not only Nan Zhilong, but all the monks who were swept by Ning Fan's eyes closed their mouths in awe, with fear!

Dead silence!

Xian Yuchun was very excited. What he admired was Ning Fan's domineering. If he didn't say a word, he could shock Xiaoxiao. What kind of magical power this is!

"I don't know how many points your fellow Daoist got?" Mage Minghai's question broke the atmosphere. Mage Minghai is still very concerned about Ning Fan's achievements.

"I don't know, I haven't given my score for a long time." Ning Fan withdrew the coldness in his eyes and pointed to the groove of the animal face on the phalanx table.

Only then did everyone see that the beast face groove on Ning Fan's table had not been opened for a long time...

This shows that the five emperors of Zhongzhou have not given Ning Fan's score for a long time!

As time passed, another hour passed, and Ning Fan's score was still not given!

This is really an anecdote on the Dabei grassland! There has never been a reference cultivator who has not received a score for so long after submitting the papers!

"Could it be that this person's answer made it difficult for the five emperors of Zhongzhou to decide and give accurate scores?" Many people guessed secretly, and felt that this idea was absurd. What kind of answer would make the five emperors unable to give points? Too bad an answer, no, those cultivators with zero points, the results are very fast...A particularly good answer? How good does it have to be to make it difficult for the Five Emperors to choose?

Zhongzhou, Tiandu Peak.

In the Millennium Seizing of the Mausoleum, the results of the first round of the literary test must be decided by the five emperors of Zhongzhou together, which is an old practice. As in previous years, in the first round of winning the mausoleum this year, among the five emperors of Zhongzhou, there were still four people gathered at Tiandu Peak to agree on the results of group cultivation.

The four immortal emperors who came were the Great Emperor Rutuo and the Great Emperor Guling. These two were not the most powerful among the four emperors, but the remaining two emperors had more authority.

The remaining two emperors, one was wearing red and green all over, with a strange mask on his head that seemed to laugh and cry. He couldn't see the true face. The emperor was called Buddha Weeping. When the Dao is accomplished, and the cry of the Buddha is called, it is only a little short of stepping into the seventh kalpa of the ages.

another person. He is the most powerful person among the five emperors. This is an old man with an unusually cold face, giving a meticulous feeling, with a white beard reaching the ground, and holding an iron crutch wrapped in flames. The emperor is called Tiandu, and this Tiandu Peak is his cave.

On Tiandu Peak, there is a teleportation array, and from time to time, the test papers of the various grasslands will be sent, and each test paper will be sent. There will be hundreds of disciples of the four emperors, who will read it first, and the answer sheet that is short of the difference will be directly determined by the people below. Only a few outstanding people will be reviewed by the four emperors, and the four emperors will jointly determine the results.

Generally speaking, the answer sheets that were initially sent were filled out randomly by some mentally incompetent people, and most of these answer sheets were dealt with zero points. The three great emperors, Tiandu, Rutuo, and Guling, were not very concerned about these answer sheets, but the Buddha Weeping Emperor was very interested and would read them with the disciples.

"Interesting, interesting, there are indeed many bizarre answer sheets in this literary exam... It's worth noting that I ended the retreat early and came to participate in this grand event! It's a pity that fellow Daoist Baihua couldn't come, so I can't see such ridiculous answer sheets. Hehe. "It's a pity." Emperor Buddha Weeping gave a strange laugh, and suddenly gave Emperor Rutuo a meaningful look.

Emperor Rutuo was slightly startled. And then he continued without changing his tone, "Yes, Daoist Baihua is too injured to come. It's a pity."

"Hey, a thousand years ago, Daoist Baihua entered the Fierce Realm to collect medicine, but was besieged by the Sanyan Immortal Emperor-level corpse demon. I don't know what Daoist Rutuo thinks about this?"

"What? Daoist said this because he suspected that I did this!" Lu Tuo's face suddenly sank.

"Hey. I didn't say anything, why should you rush to explain..." Before the Buddha's Weeping Emperor finished his sarcasm, a screeching sound suddenly sounded.

"Enough! Come to Tiandu Peak today, I'm not here to turn your back on you! Whoever dares to do something irrelevant, don't blame the old man for exercising the right to punish the Holy Mountain!"

As soon as Emperor Tiandu said these words, not only did Buddha cry and Rutuo all turn pale, but even the Guling Emperor had a hint of fear, all of them looked straight, and did not dare to speak nonsense any more.

The disciples of the four emperors who were in the lower positions did not dare to talk nonsense. They sat upright and fixed their grades. Except for the occasional argument, no one dared to say anything, and the atmosphere was quite dull.

Between the four emperors, there was also not much conversation. Occasionally speaking, it was just a comment on the answer sheet. Of course, the one who spoke the most was the Buddha Weeping Emperor who spoke the most.

"Not bad, not bad, the little boy from the Sand Wolf Department of the Yellow Sand Grassland can actually answer such a way to control fire, um, give it two percent."

"That's not bad, someone in the Xihe Grassland answered five fires and five soils... Give it one hundred and fifty points!"

"...This is a little bad, 2 points, meaning... Well, I forgot that this kid is your Bone Spirit's default disciple, so give him 300 points!"

"Qiu Long of the Beidi Department... Well, the Beidi Department is really full of talents, and there is such a person again, this person can be given 400%!"

"Southern Border Sea Soul Department... Oh, that boy from the Sea Soul Department is now mixed with an old man. This insight is very deep, and I can see a little bit of change from it. This person has the resources of Immortal Venerable, and I will give it to four percent!"

In this test, only a dozen or so people can get 400 percent. Most of these people will be remembered by the emperors of Zhongzhou. As future disciples, they will naturally not be stingy when it comes to points.

One hundred and eight grasslands, three thousand tribes, and sixty thousand answer sheets were gradually assigned. What a good seed.

Suddenly, one answer sheet came into the eyes of the Four Emperors.

"Nanjiang Evil Sheep Department, Xian Yuchun. There are a lot of good seedlings in this year's southern border. Let's take a look at this son's answer sheet." After reading Xian Yuchun's answer sheet, the Buddha Weeping Emperor narrowed his eyes slightly and put the answer sheet. It was passed on to the other three emperors, and he gave Emperor Rutuo a strange look.

After reading the answer sheet, the Great Emperor Bone Spirit was also moved, and even the Great Emperor Tiandu, who had always been unsmiling, was a little surprised.

Only Emperor Rutuo's face was a little cloudy.

"This little devil from the Evil Sheep Department is quite amazing, and he actually saw through the illusion of fellow Daoist Rutuo... Hehe, he is really a good seedling, of course, it is also possible that fellow Daoist Rutuo's illusion is so bad that a younger generation of life immortals could see through it. ..." The Buddha Weeping Emperor smiled strangely.

"Humph! The old man's illusions can't be wrong, because this little thing's eyes are too poisonous! Of course, it's also possible, it's this guy who answered the paper indiscriminately, and just got the truth right!" There is a trace of appreciation, and being so sarcastically sarcastic by the Buddha Weeping Great Emperor, there is an immediate anger.

"Meng? Hehe, if this son can get it right, I will be more interested in this son. I will give this son 500%. Do you have any objection?" Buddha Weeping Emperor asked with a smile.

"If this son can use his life to cultivate as an immortal and see through the illusion of fellow Daoist Rutuo, this five percent is definitely not high." The Great Emperor Bone Spirit agreed.

"The old man has no objection!" The Great Emperor Tiandu could not tell whether he was happy or angry.

In this way, Emperor Rutuo naturally couldn't raise any objections, and the 500 percent of Xian Yuchun was implemented like this.

The time for the literary test was almost over, and there were almost no test papers coming. Several great emperors were almost ready to wait for the final results of the martial arts test. Suddenly, another answer sheet came, still from the southern border.

"Oh? It's the answer sheet of the Tamu Department." Emperor Buddha Weeping looked at Emperor Rutuo strangely, which caused Emperor Rutuo to snort coldly.

Most of the emperors had heard about Rutuo's oppression of the Tamu tribe, but no one would stand up for the Tamu. After all, the Tamu was only a weak tribe, and there were no outstanding talents in the tribe enough to attract the attention of the emperors. Naturally, no one would. Doing such a thankless thing.

"Huh? This answer sheet..." The Buddha Weeping Emperor wanted to use the topic of Tamu to sneer at Rutuo, but suddenly his face was shocked, and he was speechless.

The other three emperors were so shocked to see the Buddha's weeping, so they naturally became a little curious, and sent out their spiritual sense to investigate, but after reading it, they were all moved.

On the entire answer sheet, there is no word, only a circle.

A circle with a gap that cannot be drawn yet!

"This son... actually saw Consummation! Is this a coincidence, or" (To be continued.)

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