However, in the excitement of the mountains, someone finally noticed that something was wrong.

In the crowd cheering and shouting for the decisive battle that followed, other voices gradually appeared.

"Isn't it noon?"

"Is there something wrong?"

"Isn't it too quiet......

"What's wrong?" Nian Huazang, who was lying on the stretcher, straightened up and looked at the girl beside him who was examining her wounds.

He kept getting up, still glared at the girl's sword.

Nian Huazang's mood at this time was broken.

He's done his best...... I tried my best to ignore the bright long sword that was inserted in the girl's shoulder and dangled in front of Zhu Luan's movements in front of him......

And the iceberg-like woman by the long sword.

If he's not mistaken...... Miss, you're from Xiliang Sword Pavilion, right?

Nian Huazang took a deep breath, originally felt that his mentality was going to be practiced, but now it seems that it is still difficult and long......

Duan Lizheng was watching Zhu Luan and Ruan Qing in the infield closely from a distance, and Nian Huazang with a frightened face on his face, and sighed helplessly.

It's no wonder that Nian Huazang is hidden, if anyone sees his junior sister walking down with a sword on her shoulder like this, I'm afraid I will be scared to death.

In fact, when he saw Zhu Luan holding the hilt of the Chuxue Sword with an expressionless face after listening to Nian Huazang's words, Duan Lizheng felt that he was about to be scared to death by her.

"She's going to draw her sword." Not far away, Monk Xuezhai looked ahead and spoke lightly.

There was no movement around him at all, Song Huaizhu was still quietly looking at the leaves on the top of a tree not far away, and the Xuezhai monk looked down at Song Huaizhu's fingers holding the jade jue on his waist, and sighed silently.

The final race has the dignity of the final battle, and there is an hour-long lunch break between the semi-finals and the final, and the people gradually disperse to talk and start a picnic to replenish their strength for the final sprint afterwards.

Although from time to time, some people would look at the last two of them, but under the cover of the crowd, the girl squatting next to her senior brother was very inconspicuous.

No one knew what a terrible thing she was doing.

Monk Xuezhai narrowed his eyes and cast his eyes on the girl again for the man.

Nian Huazang finally found out what this girl was doing at this time.

"You, you're going to ......," he remembered, he just asked what was wrong......

"Senior brother, take it easy, your wound is about to collapse again." Zhu Luan, who was studying the shoulder wound, raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Didn't you say something was wrong?" ”

"There's something wrong with it, it's too quiet," the girl's gaze deepened.

There's a reason for this quietness.

Nian Huazang was stunned, and Zhu Luan spoke lightly again.

"Because the news that should have come hasn't come."

The news to come? What news could be more important at this time than a decisive battle? Unless......

Yes.

Nian Huazang's heart was shocked, and he instantly gasped like an empowerment.

There is one.

Yes, more shocking and important news than the final battle list of the martial arts test.

The entire space is shrouded in the afterglow of the fierce battle of the martial arts test, but today is not only the last day of the martial arts battle!

How could he have forgotten?

Today is still the day when the essay test list is released!

The meeting of the literary examination will be produced today.

Not only the list of literary exams, but also the results of the martial arts test!

Looking at the face of the girl who was close to Chi Qi, a coolness soaked in bone marrow spread from Nianhuazang's head to his feet.

One more thing.

He suddenly rang out.

What may be born today is not only the master of the Hidden Sword Inheritance.

And also.

The second national scholar of the Great Zhou.

"That's right...... Why hasn't the list of the literary exams come yet? ”

"Wait...... I remember that both Lanzhou Xie Yuan and Huizhou Xie Yuan were both civil and military? ”

"This ...... That's right...... If these two people get good results in the literary exam...... Will there be a national warrior? ”

Screams rang out from the crowd.

Like a spark splashing into the oil pot, more and more people realized the incident and opened their eyes in amazement.

Nian Huazang's heart suddenly beat faster, and at this moment, a woman's suppressed exclamation suddenly came from his side.

Oops!

Nian Huazang's pupils shrank, but before he could react, a slender and powerful hand suddenly grabbed his collar.

"Senior brother, help me block it."

God......

All this happened so fast that Nianhuazang instantly sweated like rain.

The strong smell of blood hit his nostrils, and Nian Huazang only felt that the blood in his body was coagulating in an instant.

At the moment when his attention was diverted by her words, this girl actually pulled out the long sword on her shoulder with a quick hand!

How can there be such a woman in this world......

The screams in his throat were choked by his dignity as a senior brother, but the next moment, the girl who leaned over and hid under his shirt covered her shoulder with one hand and slowly straightened up.

"Alright, that's it."

You can be a big-headed ghost!

Nian Huazang could hardly resist the urge to scold, but before he could speak, a woman's figure quickly blocked in front of him, obscuring his vision.

"Zhu Ying, are you really okay?"

Senior Brother Nian's face was tightly blocked.

"It's fine." Zhu Luan let go of her hand the next moment, "The bleeding has stopped." ”

There was a faint smell of burnt paste in the air.

The burning flames scorched the wound, and it was repaired under her control.

This is a contingency that she used to use often on the battlefield.

"That's pretty skilled." Monk Xuezhai looked at the distance and was amazed. This girl's way of dealing with wounds is too neat.

"You can go back." He glanced at Song Huaizhu beside him.

Song Huaizhu didn't move, but the next moment, he slowly spoke.

"There is no news on the literary examination list yet?"

……

……

In the first nine years of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the news of the release of the literary test list has not yet come.

The sword is pulled out...... What else can be said......

Nian Huazang looked helplessly at the girl beside her, since she said that it was okay, then she had to think about the next thing.

Something big is imminent.

The current situation is indeed frightening.

The high platform was noisy.

The people, who were supposed to be eating in all directions, became more and more panicked and commotioned.

Zhu Luan's expression was calm.

Because.

The results of the essay test did not come out.

"The person guarding the building of the official department said that a notice was put up to delay the release of the list." Monk Xuezhai said with a solemn gaze.

"Nothing like this has happened in the last 20 years."

At noon, the text test list was released, which was the ancestral system of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The time of each process of the big week will be fixed, even if there is an accident, what accidents will come out when the list is released?

"Looks like it's been discovered." Song Huaizhu said lightly.

"What did you find?" Monk Xuezhai was stunned.

"A bug was found." Duan Lizheng looked at Hong Shan, whose eyes were about to fall, and spoke leisurely.

"I found out that there was an exam paper, and it was in the wrong place."