Chapter Ninety-Eight: The Night of Heaven's Death
The people who tested went up one by one, and at this time, half of the people had been tested, but according to Ye Qinglan's observation, among the fifty people, it was estimated that only fifteen people could pass. γLatest chapter reading. γ
Looking at everyone's tricks, Mo Rutu's brows furrowed, and he couldn't help but want to sigh.
Mo sat on it without hesitation, and from the beginning of the test to the present, like a sculpture, did not move.
After watching these fifty people, even Ye Shu's signature smile stiffened, and the corners of his mouth drooped, and he looked like he was going to smile or not, Ye Qinglan looked like a twitch.
Until the end, when it fell to Ye Qinglan, she slowly stepped forward and picked up the sword.
The people around her are no longer optimistic about her.
Now that an hour and a half had passed since Mo Ruhua danced the sword, it was impossible for her to remember.
I guess I've forgotten all about it.
"Senior brother, it's really not easy to take the swordsmanship test this time, this girl is the last one drawn, it's better like this, if she is forty percent right, how about her?" The sound of the night night spread to everyone's ears.
His gaze fell on Ye Qinglan, as if to say, 'I can only help you get here, you work hard'
"......" Ye Qinglan couldn't help but grit his teeth in his heart.
Who designed it just now to draw her to the last place.
Now I know to come out and be a good person.
nightmare!
After all, it will cause dissatisfaction among other candidates.
"Elder Night, the disciple is just one place ahead of this girl, can the disciple also be reduced by twenty percent?" A teenager standing on the side stood up with some dissatisfaction.
Some people have made a bird, and others are even more unscrupulous to follow.
"Yes, this son is right."
"It's not fair!"
"Elder Night, the little girl is ranked eighty-two, and there is only ten places behind this girl, can the little girl also lose twenty percent?"
There was a lot of noise at the bottom, and most of the people who spoke were at the back.
None of the people in front made a sound, standing aside and watching the farce.
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Ye Qinglan has a headache even more, and Ye Shu won't do anything good.
"Okay!"
The corners of Yeshu's lips rose, as if he was smiling.
His answer paused those who were dissatisfied.
They didn't expect that Ye Shu would agree.
"From now on, I am practicing Fang Cai's swordsmanship once, let alone forty percent, even if it is only twenty percent, I will count you as well, how about it?"
"......" everyone was silent.
Night, this is making things difficult for them.
Not to mention 20 percent, after just a fuss, they estimate that they can't remember 10 percent.
Mo Ruhua looked at Ye Shu with admiration, the disciples of Jiuhuamen all knew that among the three helmsmen, don't mess with Ye Shu.
Because, once his bad taste explodes, then you will wait to go crazy.
This group of people who don't want to die, now refute the night sleep, it is good that those who did not enter Jiuhuamen, and those who entered, it is estimated that there will be no good days in the future.
"Why hasn't anyone come out? Isn't that very powerful what you just yelled about? His gaze swept towards the people who had just spoken, and it made them feel a little frightened.
Obviously, she had a smile on her face, but why were her eyes so sharp.
"The boy in front of the little girl, you don't want to lose 20 or 40 percent?" Ye Shu directly singled out the person who had just started.
The boy hung his head, not daring to look at the night.
Girl?
Ye Qinglan was unhappy, and even called her a little girl.
"Five minutes!" Mo Wuxi suddenly spoke: "You have delayed this girl for another five minutes. β
"......" everyone was speechless again.
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