Chapter Ninety-Seven: Definitely Came to Make Her Trip
Mo Wuxi glanced at Ye Qinglan lightly, and looked away. [No pop-ups. 】
"The third level is to test eyesight and memory, and I will let your senior sister play a set of swordsmanship later, and if you can memorize sixty percent without mistakes, you will pass the test."
His eyes flashed to the side, and a disciple beside him was holding a large wooden box and standing in front of everyone.
"In the order of the draw!"
The disciple held the large wooden box and passed by each of them one by one.
Ye Qinglan came late and was in last place.
If you want to test your memory, the higher you are in the lottery, the better.
Anyway, she has the ability to never forget, and she is not afraid of any drawn.
When the wooden box came to Ye Qinglan, Ye Qinglan just stretched out her hand, and suddenly felt that Ye Shu's gaze was even stronger, she looked up, and saw his signature smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
"......" why do you keep staring at her?
Ye Qinglan ignored Ye Shu and took out the last piece of paper.
She calmly opened the piece of paper, and when she saw the numbers on it, she was stunned.
Then, his face turned dark, he crumpled the pieces of paper in his palm, and stared viciously at the night in front of him.
Ninety-two
Isn't the number of people who passed the second level ninety-two!
Ye Qinglan was sure that it was definitely not a coincidence that she won the last place.
From the very beginning, she should have thought of it when Yasu's ill-intentioned eyes had been staring at her.
This thing is definitely here to stumble her.
Nima!
Night, my aunt and grandmother will let you see, what is a genius girl!
Ye Shu did not shy away from looking at Shang Ye Qinglan's gaze, and raised his eyebrows at her defiantly.
The little girl is top-notch in the first and second levels, he doesn't believe it, and in the third level, she can still shine in the end.
Mo Wuxi's gaze gently swept over Ye Qinglan and Ye Shu, and there were no waves in his eyes.
He opened his thin lips lightly, and his voice was as clear as a stream, pouring out of his mouth, "Picturesque, let's start!" ”
Mo Ruhua got the order and saluted Mo without hesitation.
"Yes, master!"
Mo Ruhua walked forward, she looked at Ye Qinglan and nodded at her.
Ye Qinglan knew that this was the meaning of Mo Ruhua's ability to concentrate, she smiled lightly and bowed her jaw.
"I'll only demonstrate this set of swordsmanship once, you guys, you have to see it clearly!"
More than 90 people below straightened up and shouted "Yes!" in unison. ”
The ink is like a picturesque long sword out of the body, the sword qi is long rainbow, graceful like a swimming dragon, the sword shape is like a shadow, unpredictable and soft with rigidity.
This set of swordsmanship is extremely beautiful and exquisite, and the strength of each move is very appropriate, making people look like there is a female general style galloping on the battlefield, heroic and cool.
Mo Ruhua's movements were fast, and in just five minutes, she was finished.
Ye Shu was suddenly a little surprised when he saw that Mo Ruhua was dancing with this set of swordsmanship.
This set of swordsmanship was created by Mo Wuxi, and the difficulty was also quite large, how could he choose a swordsmanship with a higher difficulty?
That little girl......
Ye Shu couldn't help but worry about Ye Qinglan, he knew that this was the case, so he wouldn't be a little girl.
Although the little girl can stay in Jiuhuamen no matter what the result is.
However, if you want to become a disciple or disciple of the three of them, you need to pass three levels in a row.
He originally wanted to take this girl as an apprentice, it seems... was troubled by him, I'm afraid I won't have a chance.
Ye Qinglan was disdainful of Ye Shu's worried gaze, she glared at him, and turned her attention to the group of disciples who were testing.
The disciples who were drawn to the front couldn't help but smile on their faces, especially the first one, who couldn't wait to grow a flower on their faces. The disciples at the back buried their heads in recalling the picturesque moves and styles just now.
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