Most of the people who looked at the light curtain no longer stared at the specific questions, because there were too many questions, and Fang Yun answered the questions too quickly, and only those who were Jinshi or above Jinshi had the ability to keep staring at the test papers of many people to ensure that they could see clearly.

After Fang Yun finished answering the one hundred and sixty-first question on the right, there was a sound of gasps everywhere in the Ten Kingdoms.

No one opened their mouths to evaluate, those who couldn't see it didn't need to understand, and those who saw it had no words to describe what they saw.

Even the scholars were shocked by Fang Yun's two-breath answers, this question is extremely simple in the eyes of the scholars, but they can also think about at least five breaths, if they are like Fang Yun, they must at least become a great Confucian.

The highest ranking people everywhere fell into deep thought.

Qingguo, Xun family.

"Xun is in danger. ”

Jiaguo, Lei family.

"After ascending the Dragon Stage, if you can't resolve the grievances with Fang Yun, I will personally come to the door to apologize to Fang Yun!" The voice of the head of the Lei family echoed over the Lei family.

Lei Jiu's eyes were like lightning, and in front of him, a white bloodshot talent ancient sword was grinding, and the thing that sharpened the sword turned out to be the dragon horn of a great demon king Jiaolong, which was a foot high.

"Wen is inferior to you than me, stay on the dragon platform, I will kill the world with my sword!"

Wuguo, Mengxian.

In the old mansion of the Mengsheng family, a sick Jinshi sat on a chair in the courtyard, squinting, his eyes were dull, and he looked weakly ahead.

"Lose half a step in the holy ruins, and see you on the dragon platform. cough cough cough ......" The young jinshi closed his hand and covered his mouth, and when he looked up, he saw that pure black blood spread like a living thing in the palm of his hand, slowly seeping into the skin.

In the sanctuary.

A light curtain was erected in all directions, and a large number of people from the Holy Courtyard watched it.

A burly Jinshi with a beard suddenly got up, and a gossip light appeared in each of his eyes, and quickly disappeared. He turned to leave, saying as he walked, "The overall situation has been decided. Fang Yun, I'm waiting for you on the Dragon Stage, I want to see how powerful you are as a saint warrior. Or is my binary position stronger!"

The people in the nearby Holy Courtyard were puzzled, Fang Yun was obviously just a saint in front of the saint, how could this genius Ji Shouyu of the Wen Wang family say that Fang Yun was a saint in front of the saint?

In the middle of a deserted city.

Two hundred miles outside the city, three thousand Terran soldiers were fighting against a five-thousand-year-old barbarian army, and the most eye-catching thing on the battlefield was not the majestic Tiger Barbarian Marquis, let alone the Fox Barbarian Marquis with a cunning glint in his eyes, but a young man in the Three Thousand Terran Army.

The young man was sitting in a Wuhou car, holding a scroll in his left hand and a military book in his right hand, his mouth flipping. He didn't make a sound, but he commanded the whole team like an arm's arm.

The pronunciation of the soldiers, it is clear that at least the strange book of the soldiers of the Hanlin will appear here.

The young man was dressed in a white jinshi robe, with a large character "benevolence" embroidered on his chest and a character "soldier" embroidered on his back.

"Ah......h

"The training is over, retreat!"

The army of five thousand barbarians not only did not pursue, but fled as quickly as if they had encountered amnesty.

In the Horror City Peak of the Desolate Demon Mountain.

A rebel literati in a blood-colored jinshi robe scooped a little white monkey brain with a white jade spoon, and chewed slowly with his eyes closed. And the bloody monkey demon stood his head on the dining table, trembling slightly, even if he was about to die, he didn't dare to make a sound

"The old guy of the human race has sealed the Desolate Demon Mountain, but he can't climb the Dragon Platform. I've reversed the seeds. No matter how difficult it is to enter the literary position, I will become a rebel Confucian, and I will borrow your head to use it. ”

The Shengyuan Continent is extremely northern. In the Ice Crack Lake in the Snow Barbarian Holy Land, everything is frozen from the surface of the lake to the bottom of Baizhang Lake.

A white-haired bear was waving its arms in the ice ten feet below, and the ice that was harder than a stone was like paper paste in front of it.

After a long time. The bear-headed bear-headed bear was handsome and stopped and gasped softly.

"With just a drop of True Dragon Blood, I can be reborn!"

The young geniuses of the Demon Realm, the Ten Cold Ancient Lands, the Two Realms Mountains, the Zhenhell Sea, and many other places began to prepare for the Dragon Climbing Platform.

Time goes by......

When Fang Yun finished answering 600 questions, someone in the Dabi venue suddenly shouted: "No! You see, everyone has a dry yellow page behind them, but Fang Yun has not had one so far!"

Everyone immediately took a closer look, the withered yellow pages represented the test papers that were answered incorrectly or given up, and there was a withered yellow page suspended behind the genius Ruyan Yukong, but there was no one behind Fang Yun so far.

A Qingguo person prayed in a low voice: "I hope they don't see it, they don't see ......"

Without waiting for this person to finish praying, Xun Li stopped his pen and looked at the situation in the Dabi literary world, and immediately found that there was not a single dry yellow page behind Fang Yun.

Xun Li was shocked, and carefully looked at the silver page in front of Fang Yun's eyes, which was more than six hundred pages!

"Bastard!" A trace of panic flashed in Xun Li's eyes, he thought that this time he would first provoke Fang Yun's anger and let Fang Yun speak in public, and then overpower Fang Yun to let Jing Guo rush into the eighth defeat, so that Fang Yun would be famous in front of billions of people, and he would inevitably be shocked.

However, Fang Yun was so strong that he didn't make a mistake in a single question!

Xun Li looked behind the others in Jingguo again, and the withered yellow pages were only a little more than the students of Qingguo and Jiaguo, which meant that the rest of Jingguo's students would not get much less in the end than Qingguo Jiaguo.

Xun Li's hand shook slightly, and a bad thought appeared in his heart.

"If I forced Fang Yun to make a big fuss in front of billions of human races, would he also do the same to me? If Qingguo loses to Jingguo and my literary reputation is ruined, can I keep my literary courage? Yes! I will definitely be able to!"

Xun Li finished speaking in his heart and continued to answer the question, but whether he was thinking about the time or writing time, it was a little slower than before.

There were fewer and fewer papers on Fang Yun's desk, but there were more and more correct test papers emitting silver light in front of him, and there was not a single dry yellow page behind him.

Kong Deyu had been desperate from the beginning, and after answering five hundred questions, he looked at Fang Yun and found that there were at least four hundred silver test papers in front of Fang Yun, and then he lost all his fighting spirit and let out a long breath.

"Forget it, don't fight with Fang Yun! I can only hope that cousin will teach this bastard a lesson on the Dragon Terrace, and let him know what the Confucian Family Jinshi of the Holy Courtyard is!" Kong Deyu reluctantly lowered his head and continued to answer the question.

I don't know how long it took, Qiao Juze suddenly coughed lightly and said, "Fang Yun is still less than a hundred questions away from answering!"

All the students present looked at Fang Yun, what Qiao Juze said turned out to be true, there were not many test papers left on Fang Yun's desk.

Fang Yun's back was still empty, and the silver light flickered in front of him.

Many of the Shangshe Jinshi in Qingguo and Jiaguo looked at each other, especially Xun Li and Lei Shisan, both of whom were second to none geniuses in both Qingguo and Jiaguo, but at this moment, they found that they were so powerless in front of Fang Yun.

Xun Li compared the silver pages of Jingguo and Qingguo, and suddenly his body trembled.

If the estimate is correct, in the end, Jingguo will be at least three more than Qingguo!

"Impossible! I'll recalculate!" Xun Li once again estimated the two countries' wins and losses based on the number of silver pages, but this time the result was that Qingguo won in the end.

"I, Qingguo, will definitely not lose!" Xun was secretly happy and continued to answer the question.

A faint white mist appeared out of thin air in Xun Li's Wen Palace, encircling Xun Li's Wen Guts. (To be continued......)