Hearing that this assessment was adapted from the method of entering Tianshen Island, the middle-aged warrior monk was a little moved.

"Master, the disciple also wants to participate in this introductory assessment!" The middle-aged warrior monk's eyes were scorching, although he was now the head of the martial arts of the Zen Academy, and he thought that the Zen martial arts were second only to the three elders in the entire Zen Monk's Zen Academy. But his master always said that his cultivation was not enough, not enough to pass the trials of Tenjin Island.

This time there was a simulated version of the Tianshen Island trial, and he naturally wanted to try it to see if his master was blind, or if his strength was really not enough.

The old man closed his eyes and recuperated, and there were many koi under the lotus flower looking for shade under the lotus leaves.

"But, but you have to assert your strength, change your appearance, and participate in the assessment with those ordinary people." After that, the index finger was gently taken in the water, and a water drop was pinched and flicked on the eyebrows of the middle-aged warrior monk. The appearance of the middle-aged warrior monk changed in an instant, and all the meridians on his body were sealed, making it impossible to mobilize the strength of the warrior monk.

The strength was sealed, and naturally he couldn't stand in the water, so he immediately had to plunge directly into the water.

I saw a lotus flower grow and break open from underwater, just enough to hold the warrior monk who had turned into a teenager on the surface of the water.

"Thank you, master, I'm going."

The young man was overjoyed, for fear that he would not be able to catch up with the front and delay the assessment, so he left the Zen monastery with a smoke.

The old man just shook his head slightly, not showing his meaning.

Fuman mixed in the team, and within a few minutes, he got along with the people who signed up before and after, mainly relying on Fuman's honest and stocky appearance, and the spicy roasted spider legs are really delicious!

At first glance, Fuman comes from a poor rural area, and his appearance is harmless to humans and animals, and basically no one will regard Fuman as a competitor.

And what kind of spicy roasted spider legs and chilled coconut milk are on Fuman's body, after eating and drinking, the endurance and spirit of other applicants have been significantly improved, and I have a good impression of this chef who signed up by mistake.

"Fuman, let me tell you, the enrollment of the Warrior Monk Monastery can be said to be the most lively day of the year in the Holy City, and young people from all over the country want to take this opportunity to enter the Zen Monastery and become a warrior monk."

Fu Man scratched his head and didn't understand: "Isn't it true that the Holy Light Cathedral and the Floating City Mage Academy also recruit students every year?" Why is it said that the enrollment of Zen monastery is the most lively day? ”

"You don't understand this, the Holy Light Cathedral requires outstanding mental power for admission, and the Floating City Mage Academy requires passing the intermediate magic exam and actual combat to be eligible to register, these two places are not for us ordinary people to enter. However, the enrollment assessment threshold of the Zen Academy is low, there are not so many requirements, and one hundred and eight people are recruited every year, so every year there are young people with dreams from all over the empire who go to the holy city to take the exam. ”

Fuman nodded as if he didn't understand, and wanted to ask: Isn't the competition big if the threshold is low?

Before he could speak, he was quietly interrupted by the registered contestant behind him: "Brother, I heard that you have that thing in your hand, quietly bring me some!" As he spoke, he shook Fuman's chubby hand.

Fuman felt a chill in his palm, this temperature, this feeling, it was clearly a silver coin.

The price is right, one hand to pay and one hand to deliver.

The warrior monk who turned into a teenager also came to the registration point and got his number plate 777.

After getting the number, look around, and pay attention to the elite disciples hiding in the shadows. But because all of his strength was sealed, not a single elite disciple found out.

The head of the martial arts sect knows very little about this assessment. I only know that these elite disciples who have been exiled have each received a scoring manual, and there is a detailed standard for how to score each link and how many points to give.

Others just thought that now they just received the numbered plate, and the official assessment will be arranged after queuing up to register. Only the head of the martial arts sect knows that in fact, since receiving the number plate, this time the enrollment exam has officially begun.

The 300 elite disciples of the Zen Academy are distributed throughout the assessment process and are responsible for grading all the contestants.

The inside story that the martial arts head knows is limited to this, and it can be regarded as occupying a "great" opportunity.

Looking at the crowd of people lining up densely, the head of the martial arts took a deep breath to calm his restless mood. With his deep knowledge of Zen theory, the assessment of this level should be all kinds of appearances, and the emotions shown by the players will be recorded and scored.

As long as he remains calm and calm and restrained, he will definitely get a high score.

glanced at the registered contestants around him, some of them looked anxious, and some of them were clams. The head of the martial arts sect is extremely disdainful in his heart, and if he signs up for the Warrior Monk Zen Monastery with such a mentality, he will definitely be eliminated!

The elite disciple who was hiding in the shadows saw the contestant of the 777 waist card and observed it for a long time to determine his performance.

"Calm and introverted, calm as water, add 5 points."

Then I saw the little fat man with a waist card of 666, this guy was smiling, and kept making all kinds of secret py transactions with the players around him. The elite disciple glanced at the score book, and after searching for a long time in the standard answers of the first level assessment, he did not find any similar scoring options. Only the last line is seen: If there is no such thing, it is considered blank.

The third senior agent who monitored Fuman was also in place, and he frowned slightly when he saw Fuman mixed in the ranks of the warrior monk recruitment.

Why did this little fat man come to take the warrior monk exam?

The senior agent hurriedly took out his notebook and quickly wrote notes on it to record this information. This seemingly inconspicuous servant little fat man seems to be going to make trouble!

On the other hand, the complete did not follow the scheduled route back to the hotel. Just now I followed Fuman all the way, and I heard a strange sound on the way.

This time I finally had the opportunity to come and knock on it.

Eventually, it stopped at the door of a palatial building with a few large words written - Royal Conservatory of Music in the Holy City.

There was the sound of music inside, and Qi closed his eyes in appreciation. Then he opened his eyes and ran away without a trace.

Agent Four was glad that his mission was the easiest, and that it was just a pig.

But when it came time to find it, Agent Four found it too difficult to find a pig in the Holy City!

In the slaughterhouse, on the breeding farm, or even around the hotel, he did not find the pig all the way from the Duke's Palace to the inn.

Now his mind is full of the pig, but he can't find a matching figure.

The other four must have found their respective surveillance targets, and Number Two even directly and unexpectedly interacted with the target, directly transforming from surveillance to containment, but he has not even found the target yet.

Agent Four was shuttling rapidly through the Holy City, and suddenly as he passed the roof of the Royal Academy of Music, a touch of flesh suddenly appeared in his vision.

Agent Four immediately dodged to the vicinity, only to see the most incredible scene in 10 years on duty.

A pig lies on the roof of the Royal Academy of Music, the pig's paw pinching the glass, slowly shaking the red wine in the glass, so that the red wine and the air are fully contacted, fermenting into a mellow taste, and listening, music, and music leisurely!