In response to him, a smile curled up at the corner of Luo Qingyin's lips.

Ignoring Yang Ziyang, who was slowly falling, Luo Qingyin once again chased after Gong Danting......

Boom!

The imposing bell rang.

The final exam is over!

30,000 candidates, after the last two hours of hard work, less than a quarter of the number remained!

The Gate of the Valley of Trials moved down and slowly opened.

The rays of the setting sun shone on the faces of the remaining candidates, and everyone's blood-stained faces showed a sense of relief, and the tense mood was relaxed.

However, there are still some people who remain vigilant.

Zhan Zheng stood still, holding his long sword in his hand, looking straight ahead.

Gu Feiying stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked the red blood splashed on the corner of her lips, and a smile appeared on her gloomy face: "It's a little fast." ”

Gong Danting escaped some distance, wiped the sweat from the corners of her forehead, and stared at Luo Qingyin resentfully.

Luo Qingyin put away the flower vine and sighed secretly in his heart: "It's a pity." ”

It's a pity that he couldn't kill Gong Danting in the last time......

With the three bells ringing, many candidates jumped up first and rushed towards the door.

However, they rejoiced too quickly.

The moment he jumped up, the weapons, hidden weapons, and Xuan Qi behind him all beckoned.

There was another bloody battle in mid-air.

During the fight, no one noticed that the ink monkey came out of nowhere, jumped into Luo Qingyin's arms, and handed some things into her hands.

At this moment, the guiding teacher of Xuanfeng Academy, the guiding teacher of Xuanfeng Branch, and countless parents and servants were waiting outside the door, waiting for the final result.

The gates of the Trial Valley slowly moved to both sides, looking at the thousands of candidates who appeared in front of them covered in blood and the bloody ground behind them, they only felt that their blood was cold all over their bodies, and their clothes were soaked with sweat.

What a terrible battle took place in those two hours!

Many of the students in Xuanfeng Academy who were concerned about the results looked surprised when they looked at everything that was displayed in front of them.

This time, it is unprecedented ferocity!

In front of the three major spiritual pillars of Xuanfeng Academy, countless teachers and students were also watching.

Seeing the corpses and bones all over the ground and the moment the battlefield was stained with blood, the eyes of the Xuanfeng's high-level leaders lit up.

As the first candidate steps out of the door, the top position of the door shows the candidate's score.

Situ Changkong, 18,070 points!

Then, two more candidates jumped out.

Gu Yuanfeng, twenty-one thousand three hundred and forty-two points!

Guiguzi, 24,020 points!

Immediately afterward, countless candidates flocked out.

Some people have high scores and some people have low scores, and the expressions on their faces are also a few happy and a few sad.

Su Feicui, 6,719 points.

Mu Nianzhi, 4,960 points.

Jimo has no heart, 36,900 28 points.

Lonely Flying Shadow, 66,477 points!

In the midst of everyone's discussions, a smile appeared on Gu Feiying's face, and suddenly someone shouted: "Look, Zhan Zheng is out!" ”

Zhan Zheng, seventy thousand and seventy points.

Zhan Zheng surpassed Lone Feiying, surpassed the highest score of the previous session, and became the first!

Many people cast a light of envy, jealousy and hatred at Zhan Zheng.

The smile on Lone Feiying's face sank.

Then came the long-awaited Gong Danting.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at the legendary goddess.

Gong Danting walked out with heavy steps, her hair was scattered, and her white clothes were stained with dust and blood.

------Off topic------

The author's other book "The President's Hardcore Little Fairy" can also be read for free~

The big guy in the cultivation realm has soared to the modern era and has become a sick and weak girl who takes a step and breathes.

Sick?

Never mind.

Just find a big president to get married.

However, the big president seems to be more suitable to be an apprentice!

"I don't agree."

Si Jijing's voice came from behind, Xiao turned his head softly, and saw him leaning against the door with a smile on his face: "I want to be your sweetheart." Or—"

He walked up to her and said in a low voice, "You will be my little fairy for life!" ”

Mao Dun Literature