It was obvious that Ling Fei wanted to take revenge on the three of them, if there was an opportunity, Ling Fei would definitely not show mercy to his subordinates, it was only Wuyang who would use his own way to treat others. In this way, even if he accidentally seriously injured Ling Fei, it was Ling Fei who found it himself, and he used such an offensive spell first.

Thinking of this, Xiangyi couldn't help but turn his head sideways to look at Wuyang, he had a good calculation, not only made her angry, but also punished Ling Fei, and solved a future ** annoyance.

There is really nothing to see in the literary exam, and it seems extremely boring. If it weren't for Xiangyi's turn, it is estimated that she would have left a long time ago. She didn't understand the intention of the literary test, it seemed that the martial arts test could see a person's true strength! Moreover, the content of the literary test was also reflected in the martial arts test, so why do you need to do more?

"Why do you say that there is such a thing as a literary test, which is obviously dispensable, boring, and a waste of time. Xiangyi thought about it after thinking about it, but he didn't understand it after all, so he turned his head to look at Wuyang and asked.

Wuyang shook his head and guessed: "How do I know, maybe I am afraid that the disciples will hurt each other lightly and severely, so there is a literary test! Most people don't try martial arts!"

Xiangyi nodded, and said thoughtfully: "That's the case!" Wuyang smiled and pointed to the two disciples on the stage who were evenly matched and said, "I hate watching this kind of competition the most, and I don't know when it will end." Xiangyi looked up at the sword platform, but saw that the two disciples were sweating profusely, constantly using spiritual power to destroy the spells cast by the other party, but the two seemed to have discussed it, and neither of them could break the other's spells.

It's been a stalemate for a long time, and according to the rules of the literary test, only by breaking the right method can you win, and Xiangyi doesn't know how to judge the current situation. But this has nothing to do with her, and the embarrassment is the nephew who judged this competition.

"I guess it's your turn in half an hour. Wuyang looked at the competition on the stage and said suddenly.

Xiangyi smiled noncommittally, she didn't believe Wuyang's words, the two people on this stage didn't know how long it would be deadlocked, and it was estimated that it shouldn't be her turn so soon.

The result was beyond Xiangyi's expectations, although neither of the two disciples who had been in a stalemate on the sword platform for a long time won, and at the critical moment, they both exhausted their spiritual power and fainted, so neither of them won in this competition. Although the time has been delayed a lot in this competition, the next few competitions can be described as spikes.

Often before Xiangyi could see who was standing on the stage, one person fell, and then the winner was decided. There were such situations one after another, and Xiangyi was dumbfounded, Wuyang was clever, and he guessed this, but how did he know.

"How do you know?"

"What?" Faced with Xiangyi's sudden question, Wuyang didn't react.

"How do you know it's my turn in half an hour?" Xiangyi said slowly as he looked at Wuyang.

Wu Yang smiled lightly twice and pointed to the disciples who came down from the sword platform just now and said: "Because I saw a few of them standing on the edge of the sword platform and waiting for a long time since just now, I estimated that it would be them who should play soon. So you guessed it. ”

Xiangyi nodded, but saw that those people were very unfamiliar, not like the new disciples in the Sizi Palace, so he asked, "Aren't they new disciples?" ”

Wuyang shook his head and said: "They are all new disciples like me, but the last time the Jiantai Xiaobi was better, they were admitted to the Discipline Hall by Uncle Jingxiang, and they were taught by the senior brothers in the Discipline Hall on weekdays. And didn't study with us. ”

Xiangyi frowned and looked Wuyang up and down and asked, "Are they better than you?" It is not surprising that she would ask like this, they entered the Discipline Hall, but Wuyang did not enter the Discipline Hall, could it be that Wuyang is not as good as them, but don't they all say that Wuyang is talented?

Wuyang raised his eyebrows disdainfully and said, "They don't deserve to lift my shoes, I don't want to go to the Discipline Hall." Xiangyi smiled and didn't speak, but he annoyed Wuyang, and he said in a hurry: "What do you know, the rules of the precept hall are big, and if you go, you will suffer by yourself, so I won't go!"

As he spoke, the disciples walked towards Wuyang, their expressions were very proud, but they didn't want to look at Wuyang more, and their disdain was overflowing.

was despised by Xiangyi, and Wuyang was full of discomfort. But seeing that several disciples of the Discipline Hall were demonstrating towards him, maybe in normal times Wuyang would give them a roll of their eyes at most, but this time it was not as usual, Wuyang snorted coldly, "Phew!"

There was a small one in the group of disciples, who heard Wuyang's "bah", and didn't hold back, turned around with anger on his face, glared at Wuyang angrily and asked, "Who are you?"

Wu Yang intervened in his hand, and said with a more proud expression than them: "Whoever agrees will be whom!" The disciple clenched his fist and waved it towards Wu Yang. Xiangyi gasped, if he dared to swing this fist, Wuyang would never swallow his anger, and then it would be chaos again.

Seeing that the fist was about to be beckoned to Wuyang's face, but he was suddenly grabbed by a hand, and looked up along that hand, but it was the disciple who walked in the forefront before, and didn't even look at Wuyang, he looked at Wuyang calmly but said to the impulsive disciple: "Senior Brother Gu, why do you have to do this kind of senseless dispute, anyway, the day after tomorrow is the martial arts test, what is there we can solve in an open and honest way, and we will not fall behind the tongue of others, saying that the disciples of our precept hall are too deceitful." ”

Although the words were blaming the impulsive disciples, each of them was insulting Wuyang.

Wu Yang turned his head sideways and looked at the disciple who was the leader and asked, "Wang Xiao, what do you mean?" Wang Xiao sneered and said, "It's not interesting, just ask if you dare to compete with me in the martial arts test the day after tomorrow." Wuyang smiled disdainfully and said, "Why don't you dare!"

Wang Xiao took back Ming's hand and said, "Don't make trouble!" said and looked at Jing Xiang Zhenren on the high platform with his eyes and said: "Uncle Shi has already discovered the movement here, if you don't want to be punished, be honest!" Gu Ming glanced at Jing Xiang Zhenren with fear, honestly withdrew his hand, looked at Wuyang with a look of grace and said, "Count you kid lucky!"

Wuyang looked at those people funny, but he didn't say a word, he directly turned his head to look at the competition on the sword platform and said, "Go over and prepare! It's your turn soon." Xiangyi nodded, glanced at Wang Xiao, and walked towards the sword platform with a smile.