Everyone subconsciously held their breath, rumored that there would be heavyweight examiners to join in this exam.

Could this be the mysterious examiner?

Soon, the driver got out of the driver's seat, trotted to the back seat, and respectfully opened the door.

Everyone thought it would be a gray-haired old man, or a pedant with glasses.

No matter what age you are, you must be Sven and full of money.

As a result, a pair of long legs first stepped out, followed by a boy?

Although this product looks white and clean, it doesn't seem to be able to get along with those who are engaged in learning!

I saw Zhen Cheng take out the admission ticket from his bag, and after checking the address, he grabbed the nearest person and asked, "Brother, is this the scene of the junior cultivator exam?" ”

The man thought that he was the closest to the master, but when he found out that it was a little kid, the flattery on his face suddenly disappeared, and he shook Zhen Cheng away vigorously, snorted coldly, and said impatiently.

"Little brat, line up, no big or small."

Zhen Cheng's eyes froze, why is this person's quality so poor now!

The driver was very clear about Zhen Cheng's status in the eyes of his young master, and immediately stood in front of Zhen Cheng and shouted: "Young master, don't be afraid, I will protect you!" ”

He was in his forties, wearing a suit and white gloves, and now he was like a big brother in the underworld.

Zhen Cheng smacked his tongue.

Gently dialed the driver's eldest brother aside, "Uncle, I'm fine, you can go back." ”

The driver thought that he had not done his job somewhere, and he suddenly became anxious.

"Young man, don't look at my age, but I'm also a beast envoy, and I used to—"

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves to show his biceps.

Seeing that the time for the exam was approaching, the Rolls-Royce was straight in front, and the people behind were not happy at all.

"Hey, why are you blocking the door!"

"It's great to be rich! You can't delay other people's business! ”

"I can't get the cultivator qualification certificate, can you afford the consequences!"

There was a young man who shouted very arrogantly, and as soon as he said it, everyone looked at it together.

He shrank his head weakly: "Take the exam once every three years, because we didn't pass the exam because he blocked the door, that is to delay my time for three years, that is to kill me for three years, and kill me for money!" ”

When everyone heard it, there seemed to be nothing wrong with this logic?

Seeing that everyone was attacking in groups, Zhen Cheng hurriedly stuffed the driver back into the car and told him to close the door.

How could everyone let go of the opportunity to fight local tyrants, and they rushed to stop the car, and at this time, the door of the examination room opened.

One of them walked out, without any external equipment, only to see him angry dantian, yelling: "What's the noise, get out if you don't take the exam!" ”

The language is simple and rude.

But everyone was immediately silent, and even had no complaints, because this was Zhu Yingjun, the current person in charge of the cultivation house in Gaoyang City, who was also the chief examiner of the previous exams.

Who dares to talk back, even if you don't want to be a cultivator in this life.

Everyone lined up in a long line almost instantly, Zhen Cheng naturally stood in the first place, although the people behind were reluctant, but Zhu Yingjun's cold gaze swept over, and he suddenly lost his temper.

Everyone took out the admission ticket, went through the security check in an orderly manner, and entered the examination room.

Since the first test was a written test, we directly borrowed the teaching building of a high school, and everyone took their seats according to the examination room on the admission ticket.

After Zhen Cheng found a place to sit down, he found that the person sitting next to him was the uncle who chatted with him when he was queuing last time.

The uncle also remembered him, the two looked at each other and smiled, and before they could chat, the invigilator walked in with a straight face.

A huge eye followed him, floating in midair.

Species: White light nine-wheel eyes

Level: Level 19 (Elite)

Potential: Boss level

Hobbies: Looking in the mirror, spiritual beasts

Restraint: Darkness, thunder, cloth

Evolution direction: Artificially bred beasts, unable to evolve

Zhen Cheng looked at the big eyes in the air and was stunned, this should be a royal beast specially used for invigilation.

Human society is really terrible, there is no type of need, and it is stunned to be able to create a new variety by itself.

Now that the invigilator has come in, Zhen Cheng and the uncle have to give up, and the uncle threw a look and signaled to contact after the exam.

Zhen Chengcheng will nod again and again.

But in the eyes of the invigilator, these are proper precursors of cheating.

After the test papers were distributed, the invigilator stared at Zhen Cheng and Uncle directly, trying to catch their cheating pigtails.

His beast floated to the back of the classroom, silently leaning against the corner of the wall, giving the entire classroom an unobstructed view.

Whoever dares to cheat will not escape his eyes!

Zhen Cheng and Uncle are his key supervision objects.

Result –

Zhen Cheng was still a little worried about the written test.

Because the gold finger prompts were all when he saw things before, I don't know if the things on this test paper will fail!

If Goldfinger strikes, won't he have to rely on his own knowledge?

Although he had memorized all the contents of the book in his head before, as the main character, it was not his goal to pass the level.

Shine, that's the right choice.

So Zhen Cheng looked at the test paper with a skeptical attitude.

The first question, how many claws does the elite-level golden crow have?

A1, B, 2C, 3D, none

Almost the moment he finished reading the question, the golden finger in his mind gave the correct answer.

Regular elite golden crow, three claws

Mutant medical direction Golden Crow, six claws

Mutated defense direction Golden Crow, no claws

Variation......

Zhen Cheng was suddenly in place.

Fog up a big grass.

Without knowing anything, he would definitely choose C.

But as the main character, he knows so much, of course......

I saw that Zhen Cheng knew it in his chest, and he picked up the pen and wrote down all the categories given by the golden finger.

This is a multiple-choice question, and he was stunned to cross out all the answers of others, and then covered all the test questions with dense small characters. 78o wonderful no pop-up window free!

The answers to the following questions are even more varied.

Since Zhen Cheng received the test paper, his right hand has not stopped, it is called a hard work, and the pen has not stopped.

Many candidates around were scratching their ears and cheeks, looking at the questions at a loss.

Everyone found that Zhen Cheng's lowered head was never raised, and his hands were even more fluid.

Each looked complicated.

Some people think that Zhen Cheng is a great god, and he can do anything, so he can have such speed.

Some people think that he must not know anything at such a young age, adhering to the purpose of filling up the test papers, and writing blindly.

This part of the face is full of disdain, this is the exam of the cultivator qualification certificate, even if he writes the test paper full, the examiner will not give people affection, but feel amateurish.

Sure enough, it's a little fool.

The uncle next to him wanted to take the test so many times, and he had already experienced a hundred battles, although he was not as smooth as Zhen Cheng, but he also bowed his head seriously and answered the questions.

The invigilator was puzzled, but he still stared at them seriously.

After all, except for the two of them, most of them have begun to look at the sky, and even a few have begun to draw lots.

"Jingle bell!"

Three hours later, a crisp bell rang, and at the same time, the invigilator got up and said, "All staff stop writing and leave their hands on the table." ”