Grasping Evil

The horn sounds come from somewhere. It seems that the Great Divine Tone holds it, making a person who hears the horn sounds feel hot and bloody.

Then came a silver light, which looked as if it were a flame, so bright that it could not be seen, and so close that it became clear that it was an old man standing in a silver flame.

The old man was wearing a golden hoop, his face was tight and stiff, his skin was blue and dark, he could not see any expression, and his body was dying, a demon who had died for countless years!

The demon surrounding the body revealed a strong early-onset transverse smell. In its hand, it held a scroll with a silver fire seal. Once it stood still in the air, Hood opened the scroll, and suddenly there was a photographic momentum, which turned into a raging wind, sweeping all over the place.

Those tribal monks who have been cultivated are often blown upside down, and only the true fairy old monster is able to hold his lines in the wind.

It was so easy for the wind to blow through, a tribal monk couldn't stand still, kneeling down, and bidding farewell to the demon!

“Welcome, Angel!” The sound went straight to the sky.

The people of Tamu are naturally next year. The monks who flew in the air and watched the event from afar also landed on the ground, respectfully worshipping, including even the noble Dolan!

The ranks of the Greater Below are strict, the tribal monks are the lowest because they are descended from the Pharmaceutical Slaves, and the holy mountain mausoleum guardians are slightly higher, but if they see the Angel, they must still kneel. Even the so-called Angel is just a bunch of retarded corpses!

“You, why don't you kneel! ”

The old man's eyes swept across the meadow, and suddenly a man dared not kneel on his knees and asked in a dull voice.

“Ning is not a man of great inferiority and naturally does not need to kneel before anyone.” Ningfan faded away.

“That makes sense...”

The old man's tone was still hard, no joy, listening to the words, seemed to agree with Ningfan's explanation, but suddenly his figure suddenly wandered, suddenly disappeared from the air, not even a trace of residue left!

Ning Fan gazed slightly, similarly shaken, disappeared without a trace. In the next moment, the sky was empty and suddenly burst out, like a sound, like countless overlaps of voices. Then a space crack was torn from the air, and then two figures flew backwards from the space crack.

It's Ningfan and the old man! The clouds fell back to the ground gently, and the old demon's gaze was somewhat appalling.

“What happened!” No one here, including the monks in the emptiness, can see what the demon old man and Ningfan have done!

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

“That does make sense. ”

The old corpse demon received a shock and still behaved in a desolate manner. Only he knew this place. In that very brief moment, he had struck dozens of punches against Ningfan, and with the strength of his corpse demon body, it was completely downwind in the bombardment!

According to the rules of the Holy Mountain, if there is the strength of a comparable Angel, the hierarchy can be ignored and the Angel can be seen without kneeling. With such strength, it is only natural that he should not kneel, but if he sees a stronger angel, he still needs to kneel.

“Is it better to be under suppression, but still face the early days of broken thoughts?! ”

Here, the monks see the Angel not kneeling blame, there is speculation, covert fright. Turning to Tamu, after all, there is only one fierce Tamu department, one person is stronger, after all, limited, cannot change the situation too much this time, all relieved.

After all, it's just one person...

The old corpse demon was still a cold look, causing the people to stand up and read the scroll in their hands.

“The battle to seize the mausoleum, the millennium begins, the ratio of Nanjiang, is under the responsibility of my Holy Envoy No 41, divided test, martial test 2 Guan! You can enter Zhongzhou for the second round of the mausoleum! Now, this Angel will promulgate the essay exam topic, urging you not to blink, and look carefully at the next scene, not to miss a single thing! ”

After the reading, the old man sacrificed the scroll in his hand, and the scroll flew up all the way, suddenly turning into a silver firedragon empty, waiting to rise to the top, and then suddenly twisted, smashing into countless flames, smashing it into a meadow, burning the grass in the area clean, but after a few breaths, the ground scorched earth, yet strangely growing a new, tender weed.

The whole process is only a few dozen breaths long, and then it contains too many magical ideas… what the literary exam is about is the magic that this scene contains!

“For this issue of the first round of literary examination of the Mausoleum, Er and others must have their own understanding. Within a day, Lim and others will send the enlightenment book to the display volume and return it to Zhongzhou. The Zhongzhou emperors will judge the merits and determine the score! ”

The old man turned his hand and took out a silver animal bone. After crushing it into bone powder in his palm, he threw it forward. At once there was a silver ash, which drifted with the wind. Once a grain of ash had landed, it immediately changed into a short table supported by a skeleton. The number of bone tables is 700, 21 columns, 35 columns in total, one small number, exactly the number of tribes in Nanjiang.

“Successive literature exams have been randomly asked questions to test the understanding of the monks. Unfortunately, there are too few intellectuals in Nanjiang province. Few people can achieve good results in literature exams. Few people can achieve personal results in literature exams with an eye on Nanjiang history. Literary exams are not important, the difference between the major tribes will not be too great, the difficulty is Wu-Test... Brother Ning doesn't have to worry too much about Italian test scores, just deal with it. With Brother Ning Xiu, it is not difficult to get more than a thousand points in the martial arts test, enough to get my Tamu department out of the shame of the cushion...”

Taggory secretly admonished Ningfan a few sentences and gave Ningfan a slap-sized bone card. Then he turned his head and instructed a comparator, Brother Tamu, to hand out the bone medals.

Fan looked at the cards in his hand, and this is what he recorded. Bone cards are engraved with the word "Ningfan" on the front in big and low letters. His name is used to record the results on the back. At present, the score is still zero. After all, Nanjiang Xiaobi has not yet started.

“It doesn't matter...”

To Tagri's instructions, I preferred Fan to sit down on his knees, slowly walking towards the respective bone tables with a reference monk.

The bone table is equipped with a bone pen, blood ink, a leather roll, the top left of the table, and a groove with a strange array of beast faces. Many of the weak brothers, just sitting down, picked up the pen, inked it, wrote it down, and rolled up their skins, together with their bone cards, into the beast face groove on the table.

Then, the beast face groove closes and flashes bright. In a few moments, the grooves will reopen, with no skin rolls left, only bone cards left, and the scores of each text will be recorded on top of the bone cards.

The vast majority of monks are not prepared to write their own written answers, so it is easier to see some people's answers.

“I realized the fire could light the grass, and the fire was hot..." This is the answer to the questionnaire given by some IQ friars with hard injuries.

“I deplore the burning by the Holy Envoy of the grasslands of Nanjiang, a legacy left to us by our ancestors, which cannot be desecrated! Fortunately, the grass grew back in the end..." This is an answer written by a certain Angry Brother.

“I don't understand.” Someone else handed over the white roll!

What makes Ning Fan speechless is that even these retarded answers have been secretly copied by many people. For the plagiarism, the old corpse demon did not care. It's just a fragrance. Half of the monks have already answered their exams. You know, the answer time given by the literature exam is a whole day...

Nineteen other people in Tamu have submitted their answers and received their results. Nineteen people, eighteen zeros, the only one with a score, also got only one score, preferred to remember that person's exam paper, the answer was‘ burning grass, fire wood ’...

This kind of five-line biometric repair common sense, almost no one knows in four days, but in the great inferiority, you can still get a point... weird only because the great inferior is mentally retarded, can answer the repair common sense, it's already very rare, give a point is consolation.

In this way, besides Ningfan, the total score of the Tamu Mandarin trial is only one point. It is good that from the current situation of the handover, most of the other tribes have handed over the questionnaire, and the total score is only a few points, which is really not very different from the Tamu Mandarin.

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

At least two or three other tribes are still thinking. It seems that they have really learned from the literature exam topics. Some of the stronger tribes, such as the Evil Sheep and the Wind Summoning Department, still have eleven or twelve people thinking with their eyes closed. Over time, there are sometimes people in Maosetton.

Unlike those who are mentally handicapped, these people are extremely isolated from each other's responses in an effort to keep them out of sight. Of course, with Ningfan's cultivation far beyond the place, coupled with the sense of perforated rain technique, it is still easy to see people's examination papers. There are other empty old monsters, who can see the exams of the Watson Brothers. For all this, the old demon never stops, can copy to, and counts as his ability. After all, this is the real world of the strong, not the mortal examination court.

A normal monk handed over volumes. Most of what he learned was related to the magic of scrolling dragons and dragon firestorms. Most of the results obtained were also the appearance of five or six points, not too high.

After all, the obvious exam is not about divinity, but about the understanding of the way.

Burning grass, grass resurrection...

Wildfire Burns Without End, Spring Wind Blows Again...

Instead of gradually caring about the achievements of others, Fan fell into his own understanding, which he no longer regarded as a test, he did reap.

He sat on the grass, sitting at the bone table, not lifting his pen to write, but closing his eyes and replicating the scene of the weed rebirth in his mind.

A time went by, and the monks who were below empty, almost all handed over, did not achieve more than enough. Of course, there is also the only exception. The evil sheep and goats with intelligent injuries are rarer than pure. They actually fall asleep on the table without turning in their papers.

Two hours later, some of the monks in the open space began to hand in their volumes and began to show up with high scores.

“Thirty minutes! The Montenegrin magician in Montenegro, what exactly did he answer, actually scored so high!” Off the field, suddenly there was a shout.

The Montenegrin magician, however, seemed less satisfied with the score and did not dare to question it.

This is the score given by the Fifth Emperor of Zhongzhou, can he put a beak in these small houses!

“Nevertheless, the results of the literary test are not important, everything still depends on the martial arts test..." So the Montenegrin magician is comfortable.

Following the Mage of Montenegro, there have been persistent outcasts who have scored high.

“Morgue... thirty-five points! The Corpse Magician scores so high! ”

“The old Yannan monster actually scored 40 points! How is that possible? ”

“The white ghost magician has scored forty-five points! ”

“Sixty! Summoning Qianfu Changnan Dragon of the Wind Department, will this person be the first person to achieve the test results of this session? ”

Gradually, there are only three remaining Ningfan, sleeping less than pure, sea soul Masters.

The Midsea Master is a pupil and pupil who does not like to be involved in the wilderness of the grasslands. The Midsea is also one of the few tribes without the mockery of the wood.

Six hours have passed since the beginning of the literary exam, the Master of the Pluto did not close his eyes until the seventh time, opened his eyes, slightly turned his head, seemed to gain something, and began to answer the questionnaire.

And his score, a new high of nearly 100,000 years in Nanjiang, was 4%!

“It's a four-percent achievement… this man is a half-step old monster, and his insight is absolutely my number one in South China!” Some southerners were shocked.

“It's too high! Few people can score more than 400 points without thinking about it! And those who can do this will achieve the lowest achievement in the future, not less than Vancouver...” Those who are good at probation have discovered this amazing fact. So, does this magician have the qualifications to ask the world of Vancouver!

“Legend has it that the Great Emperor of Zhongzhou has read the Gao Zhuowen * * * of the Master of the Mediterranean Sea as an apprentice, I did not believe in this matter, but now believe it! In this way, the soul of the sea cannot be offended in any way...” Some old monsters have made a decision in the dark.

At this time, the night has come, the surface of the underwater sea is a little tired, like the bitterness of those seven hours, which has damaged his mind a lot. But the eyes are relaxed, slowly leaving the examination course, the dusty posture, if an old fisherman wandering the river and lake, seems not to care about anything but himself. Just a few moments after walking out of the examination room, slightly turned around, some looked at Ningfan in a tight way, and some looked frownly at the crisp, pure sleep.

“The chief of the evil sheep tribe does not have to say, the last literary exam was just one minute, I'm afraid this session will sleep directly, it is not worth it. However, this is Ning's surname. This person is Wangu Immortal Priesthood. Even if it is restricted, Taoism will never be restricted together. I don't know how many points this person can score, I'm afraid it won't be less than 5%..."

Five percent, if the Great Lower Immortal takes part, is mostly a result of this number. And you can see how hard it is for a magician to get four percent.

Ask yourself that no one will be underestimated, but don't believe that Ning Wu can do better than those great and inferior immortals. He is more confident. If he is also a Vancouver Immortal, he will certainly achieve well over 500 results! Unfortunately, he hasn't even broken through the bottleneck yet, so long as he enters the gates of the Emperor of Zhongzhou, he will never be too far away!

Time is still running out.

The tenth time, the eleventh time, the twelfth time... is scarce than suddenly waking up, looking at the grassland with the morning light, slightly stunned, then patted his head, haha laughed.

“I forgot it was a written test, I actually slept through it, ahahahahahahahahahahaha...”

Suddenly aroused the mockery of many of the monks around.

An evil sheep ministry monk has some sweat and is ashamed of the foolishness of trying to fall asleep by his own minority elderman. The evil sheep clan chief feels even hotter than his old face, and his favorite woman gives birth to such a stupid son, which... this is so embarrassing. Hey, just do it! Father didn't ask you to do so well. Let's get out of here!

“Hand over the roll!” The chief of the Evil Sheep clan did not drink well.

“No hurry, no hurry, my master hasn't handed over the paper yet, I'll wait for him to hand it over!” Less surprised than pure surprise to find that Ningfan did not hand in the paper, suddenly some touching, Master so tall to cultivate, surely highly enlightened, why did he delay handing in the paper! Must have been for him less than pure!

Afraid he'd stay alone and sleep alone, specializing in being here with him! Good man, good man!

“Master! Thank you!”

Instead of just grabbing the exam paper, I want to write this sentence on the exam paper and pass it on like a note to Ning Fan.

Now Ningfan seems to be closing his eyes to contemplation, less than pure but not dare to preach, only dare to pass notes. He couldn't feel whether Ning Fan was thinking or sleeping. If he was sleeping, he would wake up Master, but he was too unfaithful!

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

He had a slight headache rather than pure headache, and asked his father by pronunciation.

The long faces of the Evil Sheep clan are all angry.

How could this fool not write such simple words? That's not the point. The point is to take the answers to the Mausoleum Battle. Can I pass you a note? It's a felony. It's blasphemy against the Holy Mountain!

“Hand over the papers now! Don't disturb your master there! ”

This can poke a little less than pure pain. How can a good 24 filial apprentice like him disturb the master's understanding? I can't!

There was no time there at this time. I just remembered a few times during the day when I saw the exam, and found that my head was blank. I couldn't help but write a few random copies on the answer sheet and I handed over the paper.

Soon, the score came out.

Evil sheep is less than pure... 5%!

“How is that possible! How could the Fifth Emperor of Zhongzhou give him a high score of 5% over what he wrote exactly! ”

“I don't believe it. How could a fool take five percent! ”

“Could it be that the five emperors of Central China scored the wrong score! ”

“Shh! I can't wait to discuss the Five Emperors...”

Some frightened monks quickly shut their mouths because the old demon's gloomy eyes had locked those who had spoken ill of the Five Emperors.

Behind the five emperors is a felony! If these people continue to say it, the old corpse demon will not mind the local law enforcement, give some people a good look!

Of course, even this unwise demon is a little shocked. After all, this is less foolish than pure thinking, and I slept all day in the examination room. If this kind of person can get 5%, a person can get 1,000 points!

Weird, weird! Didn't I see the gift? The old corpse demon is somewhat suspicious of his own intelligence.

The Evil Sheep Ministry is completely covered. Even the ever-savvy Evil Sheep Sheikh is a little confused. Unfortunately, I haven't figured out anything more shocking about 5% than pure self. Five percent seems to be about the same as one point. Um, five hundred minus one equals two, which is two points more than one point. It's nothing to be surprised about. Why is it all so fussy...

The magician of the Mediterranean Sea, who has always been indisputable, has had some difficulty at this moment. If Ning Fan gets five percent, he can still comfort himself. The other party is Wangu Immortal, and has more qualifications than himself. But getting 5% is fresher than pure! This idiot named Nanjiang, even if he doesn't ask about the world, is slightly overheard. This person is extremely highly qualified to practice. He has a unique understanding than soul mystery, but he is mentally incomplete and often does stupid things that make people cry, but this is the one person who can actually get 5%...

This is a literary exam. Only the one can live there! How can this child be more than himself!

“Your answer sheet, what it says!” The magician of the underworld suddenly came over and asked in silence.

It is extremely rude to ask the other person's answers, especially now that the paper test is not over, which is likely to leak the answers and give others a high score. Fortunately, Ning Fan is the only one who has not yet handed in the questionnaire. It is rare to treat Ning Fan like a god. He is not worried that his answers will be leaked to Ning Fan at all. He even feels that he can be copied by his master. It is also a kind of recognition of him by his master. It is a fortunate thing! Now you can stop hiding and just say your answers out loud.

“I only wrote two words in the answer sheet: Is there a fire? I'm sorry, I didn't see it. The grass burned? I'm sorry, I didn't see it. ”

Rather than being helpless, he stretched his lazy waist. In fact, when the old man announced the exam, he was already napping and had not seen a scene of burning weeds.

Father pushed him to answer the question, he just honestly handed in a near-white volumes of answers, said he didn't see anything, sincerely apologized to the five emperors of Zhongzhou, however, this is the only answer, got 5%, more than 2 points than he expected, his luck simply can't be better haha!

“Why is this answer five percent! Didn't he see nothing? Didn't he even see the exam questions? Shouldn't he have no grades?” Some monks are unknown, so.

Instead, the magician suddenly shook and suddenly turned around, looking at the scorched earth that had been burned.

No, no, no!

There was no fire here!

This scorched earth, it's a fake, this scene of the resurrection of the weeds, it's also a fake!

“Solve!”

Suddenly, the magician suddenly pinched the knife and drank, and the scenery suddenly changed.

The scorched earth disappeared, and there were no traces of burning. The new wild grass has also disappeared, it is still the old dead yellow weed, it has been like for a season...

Illusion, is illusion...

Unrighteously, he looked at himself very high, but he didn't see that the exam was just an illusion from the beginning!

No fire, no wildfire plains, no wild grass resurrection... all illusions!

No wonder he said he didn't see anything! It turns out nothing ever happened...

“This son of a bitch is foolish!” The underwater sea sucks in a breath of cold air, and there is reverence in the heart for all that is less than pure contempt swept away.

If the magician of the Pluto is correct, the illusion in this exam, but from the hands of the five emperors of Zhongzhou, the vast majority of the crushing thoughts cannot be seen... This child can do many things that cannot be done by the crushing thoughts, gaining 5%, truly famous, the future is unlimited! This child sees through everything from the beginning. That's why he doesn't think at all. Instead, he sleeps directly upside down. This attitude among gamers, even more expensive than monks, can often understand the truth that other people can't get!

This... he can't compete!

“Little Friend's Capital, be the number one in South China! I'm afraid even Nathan's surname is not as good as yours.” The magician sighed.

“Wrong, wrong, wrong! That man is my master! How can I compare to my master's half sweat! He's the real number one in the South! I only get 5%. If I change my master, it's 5,000 cents, and I can get it easily!” Less than pure dissatisfaction. He will not allow the magician to downplay his mentor slightly.

“Five thousand points... Xiao Friend is a joke, since ancient times, can get five thousand points from the first round of literary examination to seize the mausoleum, no one, it was the emperor, when he was young, could not do this, Ning surname outschool get five percent that is normal, if it is a thousand points, it is very difficult, if it is five thousand... haha...” The Midsea Master is shocked by less than pure qualifications, reluctant to engage in evil with this genius, so for less than pure message nonsense, it is just a laugh, not mind.

“Five grand? Isn't it more than five hundred and two points...” It's less than pure. Why hasn't anyone ever scored this score? Is he wrong?

Suddenly, with his wisdom, the magician did not understand the meaning of five thousand to more than five hundred two points, what does that mean... five thousand minus five hundred, of course not equal to two, is that something else, is implying me...

The more complex the Underwater Magician thinks, the more implicitly he feels what he is implied, the less crucial it is.

Others laughed with disdain, the biggest of which was the Southern Dragon of Wind Summoning!

“Ridiculous! If I can get 5,000 points out of the wilderness, I can die of shame! ”

As soon as this was said, countless people laughed with the dragon of the South.

It is less gloomy than pure climbing. If the dragon is not too tall, he will definitely attack him immediately and defend his master!

At this moment, suddenly someone shook up. It was Ningfan who ended his contemplation, handed over the roll, and his faint eyes suddenly glanced cold at the dragon of the south.

Originally the dragon of the south laughed furiously, suddenly got a cold feeling of eating bones. Half the laughter choked directly in his voice, unable to get in, unable to come out, holding his face full of redness, but his heart was shaking.

What an infiltrating look! This person… this person cannot be provoked, otherwise there will be a great disaster!

Not just the dragon of the South, but all the monks who were swept by Ningfan's eyes shut their mouths horribly and feared!

Dead silence!

Rather than pure excitement, what he appreciates is Ningfan's hegemony. Without a word, he can deter Xiao Xiao. How magical is this!

“Don't know how many points Daoist scored?” The inquiry of the Mage of the Underworld broke the atmosphere. Master Ming Hai is still very concerned about Ning Fan's achievements.

“I don't know, my score, it didn't come out too late.” I'd rather have the cold in my eyes, pointing to the beast face groove on the finger table.

Everyone has just seen that the beast face groove on Ningfan table has not been opened for a long time...

This means that Ningfan was not given a score by the Zhongzhou Five Emperors!

Over time, another time has passed, Ningfan's score is still not given!

This is a wonder in the Great Meadows! No reference monk has ever been scored so long after the submission of the file!

“Could this person's answer make it difficult for the five emperors of Zhongzhou to determine and give accurate scores?” A lot of people have implicitly guessed, and they think this idea is a little ridiculous. What kind of answer would make the Five Emperors unable to give points? That's a terrible answer. No, those zero-score brothers, they do it fast... a particularly good answer? How good is that to make it difficult for the Five Emperors?

Zhongzhou, Tiandu Peak.

The millennium battle to seize the mausoleum, the first round of written test results must be determined by the five emperors of Zhongzhou together, is an old example. As in previous years, four of the five emperors of Zhongzhou still gathered at Tiandu Peak in the first round of the mausoleum to agree on the group's achievements.

The four Immortal Emperors who came here, the Lutuo Emperor and the Bone Spirit Emperor, are not the most powerful of the four emperors. Instead, the remaining two emperors are more powerful.

The rest of the Emperor, a man dressed in red and green, wearing a strange mask with a smile and tears on his head, could not see the true face. The Emperor Buddha cried, reportedly from the Buddha's statue in tears, to realize the magic method, and thus made it, under the symbol of Buddha crying, only a tiny bit is left to step into the seventh Bangor.

The other, the most powerful of the five emperors today. This is an old man with an unusually cold face, giving a meticulous feeling, whitewashed, standing on a flame-wrapped iron turning, the Emperor Tiandu, this day the peak is his cave house.

On Tiandu Peak, there is a transmission array, from time to time, the textual exams of the prairies will be sent. Every time the exams are sent, there will be hundreds of disciples of the Four Emperors. Read them first. The poor answers are directly determined by the people below. Only a few good people will give the Four Emperors a review, and the Four Emperors will jointly determine the results.

Generally speaking, the initial answers sent were filled out by some mentally incompetent people. Most of these answers were processed in zero parts. The three emperors of Heaven, Lutu and Bone Spirit were not very concerned about these answers. Instead, the Buddha Cry Emperor was extremely interested and would read them with the disciples.

“Interesting, interesting, there are many strange answers to this essay… I ended the closure early to participate in this event! Too bad Baihua Daoyou couldn't make it and couldn't see such a ridiculous answer. Hey, hey, too bad.” The Buddha cried a strange laugh and suddenly took a deep look at the Torah Emperor.

The Lutuo Emperor took the cavity slightly, but the back did not change color. "Yeah, Baihua Daoyou was too badly injured to come. It's a shame. ”

“Hey, a thousand years ago, Baihua Daoyou entered the murderous territory to collect drugs, but was surrounded by the Three Flames Immortal Emperor's demon. I wonder what Taoyou thinks about this?” The Buddha cried weirdly.

“What, Daoist, is it because I suspect that I did it!” The roof of the building suddenly sank.

“Hey, I didn't say anything, why is Daoist anxious to explain...” The Buddha Cry Emperor hasn't finished digging yet, and suddenly there is a shout.

“Enough! I didn't come to Tiandu Peak today to check your old accounts! No wonder my husband exercises his right to punish the Holy Mountain! ”

The heavenly Emperor said this, not only did the Buddha cry, but the Buddha changed color, even the Bone King had a little fear, they were all righteous, and they dared not talk nonsense anymore.

The disciples of the Four Emperors, who were in the lower echelons, were even less afraid to speak up. One of them sat in jeopardy and set his mark. Apart from the occasional controversy, no one dared to say much and the atmosphere was quite dull.

The Four Emperors likewise did not have much to talk about, and sporadically, they just commented on the questionnaire. Of course, the most talked about, but also the most talked about Buddha Cry King.

“That's good. That's good. Wolfsbane Sandy Wolfsbane's little hairy boy can actually answer such a fire control, um, give it two percent. ”

“This is a good one. Someone actually answered the question," Give me 150 cents! "”

“... this is a little worse, 2 points, meaning... OK, my husband forgot this kid is your spiritual disciple, give him 3%! ”

“North Dib Qiulong... Well, North Dib is a really talented person, and this person can give 4%! ”

“Nanjiang Hai Soul Department... Oh, the boy from Hai Soul Department is now mixed with the old man, it's a deep understanding, you can see the slightest change from it, this person has the talent of immortality, give it 4%! ”

This literary exam will get more than four percent, and most of these people will be remembered by the emperors of China. As future disciples, it will not be stingy to give them points.

108 grasslands, 3,000 tribes, 60,000 replies, gradually divided, the four emperors have different colors, some disappointed, may have seen some minors, but did not satisfy them; some happy, may have found some good seedlings.

Suddenly another questionnaire entered the eyes of the Four Emperors.

“Nanjiang Evil Sheep Department, less than pure. There are a lot of good seedlings in Nanjiang this year. Take a look at this questionnaire.” The Buddha Cry Emperor looked slightly at the answers, passed them on to the other three emperors, and looked strangely at the Lutuo Emperor.

The Bone King looked at the answers to the questionnaire, and even the heavenly Emperor, who had always laughed meticulously, had a slight surprise.

Only Lutuo's face is a little gloomy and uncertain.

“This evil sheep ministry kid, some of it, actually saw through Lu Daoyou's illusion... Oh, it's a good seedling, of course it's possible, it's Lu Daoyou's illusion is too bad, let an immortal generation see through...” Buddha cried the Great Weird.

“Hmm! My husband's illusion can't be wrong, it's a little thing with poisonous eyes! Of course, it is possible that this is a random answer to the questionnaire, and it happens to be true!” Rutuo's cold voice, initially a little bit of appreciation for the rarity of purity, was similarly and sarcastically digged by the Buddha's Cry Emperor, and then he became angry.

“Mon? Hey, if this mon can be right, I'm even more interested in this one. Give this one five percent. You guys have no objection?” The Buddha Cry King asked with a smile.

“If this child can live by the immortal repair, and see the illusion of Taoist friends, this is definitely not high five percent.” Bone King agreed.

“My husband has no objection!” The heavenly emperor's joy is elusive.

As a result, the Emperor of Lutuo was naturally unable to raise objections, less than five percent, and was thus implemented.

Literary exam time is almost over, few exams are coming, several emperors are almost ready to wait for the final results of the martial arts exam, suddenly another answer sheet is coming, still from Nanjiang.

“Oh? It's Tamu's answer.” The Buddha cried weirdly looking at the Buddha Emperor, causing the Buddha Emperor to snort.

Most of the emperors have heard of the Buddha's oppression of Tamu, but no one will come forward for Tamu. After all, Tamu is only a small weak tribe. There are no outstanding talents in the tribe enough to attract the attention of the emperors. Naturally, no one will do such a thing.

“Hmm? This answer sheet...” The Buddha Cry Emperor wanted to dig through the Talmu topic, and suddenly he looked shocked and couldn't speak in shock.

The other three emperors saw the Buddha cry so shocked, naturally a few curiosities, exuded the divine exploration, but after reading, all moved together.

Above the entire questionnaire, there was no word, only one circle.

A circle with a gap that cannot be drawn yet!

“This one... has seen it all! Is this a coincidence or...”