It's not just Han Changfeng who has lost his composure.

After seeing Yan Xiu and Pingyang and the others who kept appearing in the picture, the entire Imperial Academy completely exploded.

Because, no one can explain why the five people, including Fang Zhengzhi and Yan Xiu, can pass the twin stele stone one after another.

Could it be that the five of them can memorize all the inscriptions on the Twin Tablet Stone and the Ming Tablet, and then copy them on the dark tablet?

How is this possible?

At this moment, only one word could flash through everyone's minds at the same time.

"Cheating?!"

......

What kind of cheating means can make five people have an invincible memory in an instant?

No one can guess it, so naturally it is impossible for the candidates who took the martial arts test in the Holy Heaven World to guess it.

In the Holy Heaven World, Fang Zheng stood in the third round of the world.

Here is also a clearing, neatly piled up with stones, a stone house stands alone in the east of the clearing, and there are some green decorations around the stone house, which are tall and luxuriant trees.

In the clearing, the examiners were covered with injuries of varying degrees of severity.

It's just that at this moment, they all stopped fighting, and looked at the five figures that suddenly appeared in the open space one by one.

Fang ...... Orthodox?!"

"Five people?!"

"Why five people...... How did they get to the third world?"

The candidates naturally remembered the three poor worms who were captured by Pingyang, the three people they thought were unlucky, and now, two of them were standing in front of them.

"Gollum!" one of the examinees swallowed with difficulty.

"Are they...... Crossing the broken bridge?!"

"If it's five people, then it means that they have passed the twin steles, right?" added another candidate.

"How is this possible?!Five people passed through the twin steles, and I don't believe it if they were killed!"

The surprise in everyone's eyes was even more exaggerated than Han Changfeng and the others in the Imperial Academy. Because, they have already paid the price of blood in order to reach the third round.

But now, Fang Zhengzhi and the others naturally have no blood on their bodies.

Not even a single scar.

"So you're only in the third round?" Fang Zheng looked straight at the dozens of candidates around him, and his face was also slightly surprised, but the expression of surprise was obviously different from that of dozens of candidates.

"What do you mean it's only the third round?"

The candidates heard Fang Zheng's words. I also fully woke up.

"Then, you guys go on!" Fang Zhengcheng naturally had no obligation or responsibility to explain to these candidates.

He just casually snatched the stone mold that a poor worm was holding in his hand, and then put the mold into the heart guard in his arms.

This mold is engraved with 3,000 inscriptions on the twin steles, and the natural value is different.

He needs to be a memento.

What's more, there is also the concept of movable type printing in it.

However, it is still difficult to piece together all the three thousand inscriptions on the Ming Tablet in the Twin Stele in a quarter of an hour.

If it weren't for the incomparably powerful way of all things in this world, it would be possible to directly control the "movable type" to be combined into the mold, and it is estimated that it would be really difficult to complete it within the specified time.

If it were a past life. It's impossible to put it together without an hour.

Fang Zhengcheng didn't explain to these candidates, and naturally he didn't stay in place too much, because the number of these candidates in front of him was obviously not right.

This means that someone has already made it to the fourth round.

In the Holy Heaven World, there are only four rounds of worlds, and after entering the fourth round, it is equivalent to entering the final duel stage of the martial test.

"The last pass?" Fang Zheng's eyes looked at a stone house not far away.

He didn't know what was inside. Because, all the people who enter it have no memory of the existence of the stone house. Of course, no one ever came out of the stone house......

......

The torrential rain in Yanjing still shows no signs of stopping, but is getting heavier and heavier, and the falling water droplets are connected with the water droplets in a line, like a crystal bead curtain.

In such weather, it is natural that few people go out.

The guards at the gates of the city braved the torrential rain. Standing under the city gate, his face was somewhat agitated.

And at this time, the group braved the rain, it was a group of sergeants in bright armor, as they marched in the torrential rain. The rain was like being cut off, and none of it could really drip on the armor.

Just by looking at this scene, you can know that these sergeants are all above the strength of the Amaterasu Realm.

Under each sergeant's straddle was a fine horse of blue and blue, each of them black as ink, with four hooves covered with scales, galloping through the rain, splashing white rain mist.

As soon as the guards at the gate saw this group of sergeants, the agitation on their faces immediately disappeared, and they quickly changed to respectful expressions.

The group passed through the city gate, but did not stop for a moment, and went straight into the Yanjing City.

The direction, it turned out to be the Imperial City.

The guards at the city gate waited until the group of sergeants had passed before they breathed a sigh of relief, but the guards' eyes flashed with puzzled expressions, as if they were a little curious, and they seemed to be a little inexplicably nervous.

A squad of sergeants left, as if calm should have been restored.

However, this is not the case.

A quarter of an hour after the group of sergeants had passed through the city gates, a figure wearing a hat on his head and a wide black robe slowly appeared in the guard's sight.

The guard's expression collapsed again.

Although this figure did not release the field like the sergeant just now, the guards could feel that this figure did not seem to be too simple.

In fact, a person walking alone in a rainstorm would have attracted people's attention, not to mention, this person also deliberately pressed the hat very low, so low that people could not see his face at all.

"Stop, take the hat off!" the two guards looked at each other, instinctively.

The figure stopped, standing still in the rain.

However, the hat was still not taken off, he just stood quietly. It's like a black stone sculpture.

"Didn't you hear me when you took your hat off?" shouted the two guards again, their spears already raised, and they looked extremely bright under the rainstorm.

Above the city gate, a row of guards with bows and arrows hanging behind their backs also noticed this scene.

One by one, the bow and arrow were quickly pulled away. It seems that as soon as the shadow makes any movement, it will shoot him on the spot.

The imperial capital of Yanjing is so heavily guarded.

There were two guards outside the city gate, and inside the city gate, there were as many as eight guards, and if you added a row of guards above the city tower, there were no less than twenty people.

In such a situation, no one will act rashly.

However, the black-robed man moved.

After the bow and arrow were pulled up. He moved slowly, slowly, his hand slowly raised, as if there was no resistance.

The nerves of the guards tightened at this moment.

They were well-trained, and they knew that the more they looked at it and did not resist, the more likely they were to resist, and they did not despise the enemy, so they just waited for the black-robed man to take off his hat. Verify your identity.

If it is a suspicious person, they will immediately ring the warning bell. All the guards will arrive in an instant, and even the patrol battalion stationed inside the gates will immediately respond.

"Take off your hat slowly, and don't have the heart to resist, there are at least ten arrows on the wall against you!" the guards issued a warning, which was a warning, and it was also a temptation.

The black-robed man did not speak. He just raised his hand slowly until he was in the guard at the city gate.

"Shoot the arrows!"

The guard's face changed in an instant, because he could see clearly what was in the black-robed man's sleeve, which was a sleeve like a black hole. There was also a faint starlight twinkling in it.

It was a terrible scene.

"Collapse ......"

A series of sharp arrows sounded out of their hands.

Ten arrows were shot neatly from the city gate, and the sharp arrows pierced through the rain curtain, but the speed did not weaken in any way, and the rain washed the bright arrows, flashing a faint cold light in the rain.

"Buzz!"

A ray of light lit up from the black-robed man's sleeve, like a ripple, crushing ten sharp arrows, cutting through the rain curtain like a knife pill, passing through the bodies of the guards, and finally, leaving a tiny crack in the wall.

The incision is as smooth as a knife.

The two guards stared at the black-robed man in disbelief.

But it was a pity that they could no longer speak, for there was also a crack in their throat, as thin and smooth as the crack in the wall.

The torrential rain is still falling.

The arrows from the city gate were shot again, but the black-robed man left.

It's like never being at the gates of the city.

Killed two guards.

And then leave?

This doesn't seem to make any sense, especially for a master like him, but he did just that, and he didn't say a word from beginning to end.

......

On the shores of Shili Lake, the red rocks stand quietly in the rain, like flames in a rainstorm, as if they want to completely melt the rain in the sky.

Standing in a white dress in the midst of these flames, she held a cyan paper umbrella with a painting of ink on it.

However, this danqing is clearly different from the danqing work of ordinary paper umbrellas.

Whether it is from the beginning of the pen or the seal of the red character behind the danqing, it all tells the world that the value of this ink danqing is even far beyond the ancient jade and gems in the world.

However, this danqing was painted on a paper umbrella, and it was propped up by a woman in the rainstorm.

The woman raised her head gently, a pair of beautiful eyes stared at the direction of Yanjing City, her black hair fluttered gently in the wind and rain, and the white scarf on her face was gently blown by the wind, revealing a picture scroll of the country.

"What a picture of a storm and flames......," the woman groaned, as if she was talking to herself, and as if greeting a dark shadow in front of her who was slowly walking towards her.

(There's another chapter that will be updated during the day, which is too tiring.) (To be continued......)