"What is he hesitating about?"

Quicksand had long been attracted by the phantom of the god statue that appeared in mid-air, and her eyes shifted back and forth between Ji Yinglian and Ye Haotian from time to time, seeing that Ji Yinglian had been hesitant and unwilling to put down the pen, she couldn't help but ask.

"The rune array is ever-changing, different runes will have different effects when they are connected together, sometimes a rune line is wrong, it will lead to the destruction of the entire formation, Ji Yinglian is indeed a rare genius in imperial costumes, but it's a pity that ......"

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that he is too impatient, otherwise he wouldn't have noticed that the twenty-first circle and the twentieth circle are connected, and it will be difficult to change it now. ”

"He moved. ”

As soon as Qiu He finished speaking, Ji Yinglian's stagnant hand in mid-air suddenly fell, and slowly swiped on the stone tablet, and as the tip of the pen moved, the last magic circle gradually lit up, and a brighter flame of light shone on the confident and proud face of the Wupin Emperor Costume Master.

The surrounding candidates once again let out shocking exclamations, and they all stared intently at the magic circle lit up on the stone tablet in front of Ji Yinglian, and their faces naturally showed a look of worship and respect.

The stone tablet in front of Ye Haotian is still only nine lights on, his hand holding the pen is carefully carved on the tablet, the exclamations around him came to his ears, and the phantom of the god statue in mid-air also fell into the corner of his eye, and the test has only been left with less than half a cup of tea, and those candidates who have turned on less than ten lights have already stopped moving, because the result is already doomed, in addition to Ji Yinglian, there are three people in the test area who have lit up sixteen, four people have lit fifteen, and six people have lit fourteen, although Qiu He did not say how many disciples he would accept, but no matter how many there are, there will never be more than ten, why bother to make some futile efforts？

"Hey, this senior brother, it's useless, stop. ”

The only candidate who had spoken to Ye Haotian before came to him and said with a smile. It's taboo to disturb other people's tests halfway, but now that the ending has been decided, he really wants to get to know this fellow disciple who lights up three more lamps than himself, and in the short exchange with Ye Haotian, he felt an aura from him that other imperial costume masters did not have, and that should be affinity.

Ye Haotian turned his head to look at him, smiled, and stopped what he was doing, at this time, a crisp bell sounded around him for the end of the test, and several gold-armored guards walked out from behind the crystal wall, each holding a silver-gray square mirror in their arms, and the guards who took the lead took all the candidates aside, and the guards holding the square mirror began to use the faint light emitted by the mirror to illuminate the runes on the stone tablet.

Ye Haotian waited quietly in the crowd, and when the last stone tablet was illuminated, two people slowly walked out of the isolation crystal wall opposite.

Walking in front was a young priest in his thirties, wearing a divine robe, tall and thin, with a majestic face. This person Ye Haotian saw it for the first time, but from the divine robe that exuded a divine luster, Ye Haotian had already deduced that he should be the Great Priest Qiu He.

Behind Qiu He was a girl in white who was impeccably beautiful, and the moment she appeared, Ye Haotian clearly felt dozens of surprised sighs sounding beside her.

Quicksand?

Ye Haotian's expression was slightly condensed, and he shook his head with a helpless wry smile. I thought to myself, I'm afraid I can't hide today.

The appearance of the Great Priest Qiu He means that the final results of the test are about to be announced.

The hearts of all the candidates were raised, especially the three Imperial Costume Masters who lit up the sixteen Lingyuan lanterns, their fists clenched nervously, and their bodies kept shaking.

But the first words of Qiu He's mouth made the three of them fall into an ice cellar, and they were instantly stunned on the spot.

He said, "Of the 99 people present today, one will become my personal disciple. ”

"Alone?"

"Only one person?!"

The audience was shocked, and even Ye Haotian was stunned.

After the shock, everyone's heads all twisted in the same direction, and their eyes fell on Ji Yinglian, who was dressed in blue.

Envy, jealousy, reverence...... There were also some deeply hidden hostilities, which finally turned into a sigh of helplessness and despair that spread through the crowd.

Ji Yinglian's face also exuded a brilliance that she had never seen before.

Even at the age of thirty, he has been promoted to the respected five-rank emperor costume master, but from the fifth grade to the sixth grade, the difference between the status of the first level is a world of difference, and only when he reaches the height of his level can he truly appreciate how difficult it is to take this step, if there is no suitable opportunity, he can only stop below the holy level for the rest of his life.

Now that the opportunity has finally come, the Holy Emperor Costume Master Qiu He may not be able to give him substantial help, but as long as he has the opportunity to see the notebook that he has recorded the comprehension of the Emperor Costume Technique for hundreds of years, with his own understanding, I believe that he should be able to find some mysteries for promotion.

The results of the test are obvious to all, in order to show respect, and because she couldn't hold back the excitement in her heart, Ji Yinglian saw Qiu He looking at herself, and walked out of the crowd without waiting for him to pronounce his name.

"Teacher. ”

Ji Yinglian stopped three meters in front of Qiu He, bowed respectfully, and shouted.

All eyes on you.

Although there were only more than a hundred people in the testing area, their status was high enough to withstand tens of thousands of people, and any cultivator who was stared at with envy and reverence by such a group of imperial costume masters was enough to be proud.

What is puzzling is that seeing Ji Yinglian saluting, Qiu He not only did not respond, but showed a surprised look on his face.

"What are you doing here?"

Qiu He's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone around him, except for a slight ironic smile in the beautiful eyes of the quicksand standing behind him, everyone in the audience was stunned.

"In today's test, the disciple lit twenty-one lamps, a full five more than the second place, just now you said that only one person is lucky enough to become your disciple, isn't it the best grade?"

Ji Yinglian didn't straighten up, but asked respectfully in a humble bowing posture. With a deferential tone and a gentle attitude, even the most demanding masters of royal etiquette could never find any faults.

Qiu He smiled faintly, and did not signal Ji Yinglian to get up: "Of course, you have to get the best results, otherwise what's the use of this test?" However, I didn't seem to say that among the candidates present, you are the first place, right?"

A few words made the onlookers stiffen, and then they looked at each other and began to exchange ears.

"Ji Yinglian is not the first place?"

"I didn't hear Lord Qiuhe's words wrong, right?"

"How is it possible, he is the only one in the audience who has lit twenty-one lights, who else will he be if he is not the number one?"

Ji Yinglian's face was ugly.

He slowly straightened up, looked at Qiu He with some embarrassment, and changed his words: "My lord, you mean that there are still people here who have better grades than me?"