Licking the ink with a pen, Feng Mu scratched on the paper, but the first time he didn't draw the ink. Feng Mu looked at the tip of the pen, the ink is fine, then there should be something strange about the paper.

In order to avoid repeating the mistake of the previous candidate, Feng Mu simply used ten percent of his strength, and this time it was easy, and two big words clearly appeared on the paper: Feng Mu.

At this point, Feng Mu can be regarded as an official registration.

Recall the registration process, the previous wooden stake came to the stage to check the candidate's balance and foot strength, and now this level is to check the candidate's arm strength. Inadvertently, the candidates have been divided into high and low.

Feng Mu did not leave immediately after signing his name, but stayed where he was, he was worried that his friends would not know the rules, so he would delay time and stumble.

However, his worries were unfounded, and all three friends wrote their names without any problems. What Huangfu Changjun wrote on the paper is the same as the name written in the Shenfeng Shield of Lingchuan Mansion: Lin Changjun.

It seems that Lin Changjun is his real name, Huangfu Changjun, maybe he gave it to himself.

Feng Mu continued to walk to the right of the high platform, and immediately there was another table. There was a round stool in front of the table, and an old man sat behind it. The first time he saw the old man, Feng Mu reminded him of his father's friend Liu Peifeng, they were the same short stature, the same childish face and crane hair, and their eyes were also bright.

Feng Mu sat down on the stool, and the old man behind the table asked Feng Mu to stretch out his right hand and pull his sleeve up to his elbow. Feng Mu did so, and then the old man stretched out his index and middle fingers and pressed them on Feng Mu's wrist.

Feng Mu was so strange that he asked, "Are you a doctor?"

The old man smiled and replied, "Yes, I am the doctor." ”

Feng Mu saw that he was approachable, so he asked again: "Do you know Liu Peifeng?"

Now it was the turn of the old man to feel strange, he raised his head: "Of course I know, why do you ask that?"

Feng Mu replied truthfully: "I think you look a little alike." ”

The old man smiled: "When will I be like him? Haha, it's just that I'm just old." Little brother, what is your relationship with Liu Peifeng?"

Feng Mu said without thinking: "He is my father's friend. Actually, I rarely see him, and I have the impression that he is as full of gray hair and strong spirit as you, so I think you are like you. ”

"The flowers are ten miles of incense, and the young man is beautiful. The old man smiled even more happily, and he gently pressed Feng Mu's pulse: "I am Xiang Gongda, welcome to Zhuo Zongyuan." ”

"Thank you!" Feng Mu said goodbye politely.

How did Feng Mu know that Xiang Gongda's two fingers pressed his wrist longer than other candidates.

Continue to the right until you reach the edge of the high platform. One more step further and you will fall into the Tongcheng River. However, on the sign next to it, the arrow is still straight to the right.

What to do?

Just follow the instructions and step into the river, or turn around and go back to consult the mentor? Feng Mu was a little hesitant in his heart. From this angle, you can see the invigilator riding on the back of a crane. Feng Mu knew that the invigilator had to make a decision in a short period of time.

Leave it alone, just follow the rules of the exam. Feng Mu didn't think too much about it, and took a step forward with his feet raised.

Strangely, this step does not feel like it is falling, but as if it is walking on flat ground. There seems to be fog all around, hey, where is the high platform? Where is the Tongcheng River? Where is the instructor going? Where are the candidates going?

Feng Mu's eyes widened and he found that this was a completely unfamiliar environment.

The fog was thick here, and five meters away, it was out of sight. What happened? Feng Mu tried to walk back, but no matter how he walked, there was still fog around him, and the high platform he came from was no longer found.

Feng Mu kept calling the names of Jing Lang, Jing Xiangyao, and Huangfu Changjun, but he couldn't get any answer.

Am I dreaming? How could I suddenly come to such a place? No, the exam, this is the exam room, I am taking the exam! Feng Mu gently tapped his forehead and reminded himself.

If this is an exam, then it is likely that you are in the illusion created by the Transmogrification Department. Since he had fought with the Transfiguration Department before, Feng Mu quickly calmed down.

He stood still, carefully recalling what had happened earlier. From the moment you get on the stake to the moment you step on the edge of the platform, there seems to be nothing special about it. During this time, I didn't make any mistakes, and I didn't communicate with anyone except Xiang Gongda. Is Xiang Gongda the creator of illusions? Probably not, he calls himself a doctor, he also has his own things to do, he is responsible for taking the pulse of each candidate, no, he is not taking the pulse, he is evaluating the candidate's physical fitness through the candidate's pulse, and maybe, the potential of each candidate.

Emperor Fu Changjun said that the first way to break the illusion is to use the "Jue" in the Three Methods and Seven Forms, if the strength of the "Jue" is enough, then the illusion will be self-defeating; the second method is to directly attack the illusion creator himself, if the illusion has no time to take care of himself, then the illusion will also disappear.

The first method was undoubtedly beyond Feng Mu's current ability, and the second method, was it necessary to attack the mentor of Zhuo Zongyuan?

After thinking about it, I think it's better to follow the rules. After all, Zhuo Zongyuan must have its intention in designing such an examination link. Since it is an exam, when Zhuo Zongyuan creates this illusion, it may deliberately leave a flaw so that the candidate has a chance to break it, or it may deliberately leave clues to let the candidate get out of the illusion by himself.

Feng Mu began to walk in the vast fog, and no matter where he went, the surrounding area was exactly the same scene. Within five meters, there is emptiness, and from five meters away, nothing can be seen clearly.

Is the place he is in now a road, a mountain, a hall, or a square? Feng Mu decided not to wander around, but only to move in one direction. He chose the right side of his body, yes, in this direction, straight ahead, all the way down, to see what the hell would happen.

Walking, walking, walking, Feng Mu felt that he had been gone for a long, long time. But what he saw in his eyes was still the same as before, within five meters, empty, five meters away, he couldn't see anything clearly.

Feng Mu was a little anxious, he ran up, trying to get rid of these dense fogs, but no matter how he ran, the thick fog still haunted him. The road ahead is still ambiguous. Feng Mu called out the names of the three partners again, but in this thick fog, there was no response.

Time passed minute by minute, and Feng Mu was completely unaware of the situation of the other candidates, nor was he at all aware of the progress of the exam. The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, and he began to scratch his ears and cheeks in a hurry. Feng Mu tried to jump up, wondering if he could see higher when he jumped, but unfortunately, no matter how high he jumped, five meters away, he still saw a dense fog.