Just when the two guards grabbed Yang Xuan, and before Yang Xuan could make a move, a big hand suddenly stretched out from the side.

The big hands seemed to be slow and fast, and the two guards had staggered back.

Yang Xuan saw that it was a young man wearing short clothes and a dark face.

The face of the young man in Huafu had turned cold, he looked at the dark-faced young man, and said in a strange manner: "Senior brother, what's the matter, you have to take care of this matter?"

The dark-faced young man said expressionlessly: "Senior brother, the master has explained, don't cause trouble." ”

The young man in the costume was furious, and was about to get angry, but he seemed to think of something, a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes, and then he snorted coldly, and left with a few guards, and before leaving, he didn't forget to take the golden ticket on the counter.

The dark-faced young man turned to Yang Xuan and smiled: "This brother, in Xia Wang Zhuo, is a disciple of the Taihu Lake, and the junior brother is rude, I hope you will forgive me." ”

Yang Xuan's heart turned back and forth a few times, and he didn't remember which force the Taihu Lake side was, but he was not surprised, there were many forces in this world, and he hadn't heard of it, which was normal.

"Hmph, if you hadn't stopped me, I would have beaten him all over the ground looking for teeth. Yang Xuan deliberately made a rude appearance and said.

Wang Zhuo's brows furrowed, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, and hugged Yang Xuan again, before turning around and leaving.

The shopkeeper looked left and right, and watched the two hundred taels of gold in his hand fly away again, and his heart was dripping blood, at this moment, he really hated Yang Xuan.

"Room No. 8 is a guest. The shopkeeper shouted weakly, asked Yang Xuan's name again, and made a registration.

The Tianzi room of this inn is expensive, but the environment is really good, which is very comfortable.

Yang Xuan was also satisfied and stayed with peace of mind.

In the past three days, he did not go out, but rested in his room, and he also went to the hall to eat.

At this time, a large number of young handsome people have gathered in Qingxue City, among which there are many innate masters, even if they are not congenital, they don't know what purpose they are holding to join in the fun.

Every time there is a meal, there is a lot of talk in the hall, and all kinds of gossip are flying all over the sky.

Some say that the princess is terminally ill, others say that the princess is already a Shinto master, and some even say that the princess is only nine years old now.

Yang Xuan shook his head when he heard this, and he really couldn't get any useful information from it.

Qingshuang sent someone to bring him a bronze medal with twenty-seven written on it.

This bronze medal is a token to participate in the second election, and he doesn't have to go to the primary election, it is completely a black box operation.

As for how Qingshuang knew that Yang Xuan lived here, there was really no need to explain.

In the past few days, nothing has happened, and in a blink of an eye, it has come to the day of the re-election.

About thirty followers of the re-election, led by a few guards, came to a huge manor.

This manor is not a royal palace, but it is also a royal property.

Yang Xuan's eyes were sharp, and he saw that among the thirty people, there was Wang Zhuo, and when he looked at it again, Jin Chengfeng was also impressively listed.

When Wang Zhuo saw him, his eyes were full of doubts, and Yang Xuan's appearance made him a little surprised.

You must know that the thirty people who can enter here are also congenital in cultivation at the minimum, and their appearance is not to say handsome, at least they have seen the past, but on the other hand, Yang Xuan, with a yellow face and thin muscles, dim eyes, looking left and right, looking at the vulgar appearance of never seeing the world, I really don't know how he got into the team of these thirty people.

Everyone else is also paying attention to Yang Xuan, they have all participated in the primary election, and they have more or less met each other, but Yang Xuan is completely fresh, so they are a little surprised by Yang Xuan's appearance.

However, those who can enter here, except for Yang Xuan, are all disciples of the sect, or children of the family, all of whom have good backgrounds, and they are more or less characters with good stomachs, although they feel that Yang Xuan is very vulgar and completely unworthy of standing with them, but they have never shown anything on their faces.

This made Yang Xuan a little disappointed, and he really hoped that someone with a brain could jump out, sneer at him, and then let him slap his face.

But the reality is always cruel, if you can enter here, where are there any brain-dead people, even if you don't have a good sense of Yang Xuan, you can't jump out and fight against Yang Xuan now, that is, it's not brain-dead, but dead.

Jin Chenfeng was also looking at Yang Xuan, but Yang Xuan's appearance at this time had changed so much that he couldn't recognize it at all, so he just looked at it a few times before retracting his gaze.

Entering the hall, the hall has been arranged, there is a huge screen in front of it, isolating the back, in front of the screen, there are several old men standing, with majestic faces, and at a glance you know that they are people in high positions.

On one side of the hall, there are tables and chairs lined up in turn, numbered, which should be used for everyone to answer questions.

Yang Xuan looked at the screen in front of him, and his thoughts swept slightly under his guess, but he found that he was blocked by an invisible force, and he couldn't look at the scene behind the screen at all.

Yang Xuan is not surprised, in Qingxue City, there is an inexplicable power that can block his divine thoughts, and it is normal to see it at this time, it is estimated that it is a special means of the Qingxue royal family.

"The old man Fu Yuewen, a member of the Cabinet University, presided over the re-election essay examination part. One of the old men took two steps forward and said loudly.

Everyone's faces did not change, they just listened quietly.

They already knew that there was a part of the essay test in this re-election, and it was not surprising.

This is also normal, the princess is the heir to the throne of Qingxue Country, and her concubine must have a certain talent in order to assist the princess in controlling this huge country, if she is only a martial artist, I am afraid it will be difficult to compete.

"There are three in this essay test, one is poetry, two are clever, and three are strategy, each part has a full score of 10, if there is no objection, you can start now. ”

As everyone sat down according to the number, Fu Yuewen had already spoken loudly.

"We have no objection, Fu Lao still asks for questions. A man dressed as a scholar bowed to Fu Yuewen.

Everyone else followed suit and said they had no objections.

Yang Xuan didn't say anything, he wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in this princess's gourd.

"The first question, please take wine or the moon as the theme, and write a poem in a stick of incense. Fu Yuewen saw that no one objected, so he spoke directly.

The topic has been released, but Yang Xuan did not write directly, but checked everyone's reactions. Although his divine thoughts couldn't penetrate the screen, and they couldn't even spread out three feet away, it was not a problem to cover everyone's answers.

With a sweep of his thoughts, he already knew the general cultivation of the other twenty-nine people, the highest of which was a silent man beside him, who was already a martial arts master at the level of three flowers, and the other test takers, with Jin Chengfeng being the highest, were the first line of double flowers.

There are also a few other ordinary first-line heavenly masters, but more are ordinary innate masters.

Yang Xuan's divine thoughts swept back and forth on Wang Zhuo's body twice, and his heart was slightly strange.

Wang Zhuo looked as if he was just a first-line master, but from his body, Yang Xuan sensed a very strange power, as if something was interfering with Yang Xuan's judgment, making people uncertain.

Yang Xuan looked left and right, everyone had already begun to answer the question, at this time, some people bit the pen and pondered, some people frowned, and some people just sat down, they began to write hard, and they were all the same.

Yang Xuan nodded secretly, to be able to enter here, there is no mediocre talent, and they are all leaders for a while.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, a stick of incense had burned more than two-thirds of the way, and everyone had basically finished, even if it was not over, it was already finished.

Fu Yuewen and several other old men patrolled among the crowds, and they couldn't see any expression on their faces, and they didn't say anything.

When he arrived in front of Yang Xuan, his brows furrowed, and then a look of displeasure appeared on his face.

No matter how bad the others were, they were already finishing the finishing work at this time, but when he saw Yang Xuan, there was still a blank piece of paper in front of him, without half a word.

However, he didn't say anything, he just made up his mind in his heart and brushed Yang Xuan down first.

As a member of the cabinet, he has the best poetry in his life, and he can't see vulgar people, Yang Xuan's volume is still blank until this time, and he has been sentenced to death.

After he left, Yang Xuan smiled slightly and wrote directly on the paper.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, Yang Xuan's words, I can't say anything, but it is definitely a vein.

"The time is coming, collect the papers!" Fu Yuewen gave an order, and there were already subordinates who had been waiting on the side for a long time, and put away everyone's test papers.

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