Some students cut more than a dozen questions in a row, and their faces were red when they stood there, and they didn't answer a single question.

Some students took advantage of the time when they could move freely after answering the questions, and ran forward as fast as they could, but crashed headlong into the beast's nest.

When a student was fixed, he happened to pass over the ditch, but he actually fell into the ditch and was directly surrounded by the leeches in the ditch.

"This one wasn't very lucky, it was stuck in a tree."

"Eh, this kid has a wide range of knowledge, and so far so many questions have been answered."

"That's poisonous! It's so obvious that you can't tell the difference, but fortunately this is the exam room, if you are in the secret realm, your life will be gone. ”

"What are you running in a hurry? The further you go, the more dangerous it becomes, why don't you hurry up and find something to make a weapon? ”

"Why does this kid keep spinning at the end of the painting? There's no road there, the sundial is behind, and you can see it when you turn around and look up! ”

"Why don't many students plan for a rainy day? The test questions on the first day are the easiest, and the beast is easy to deal with, so if you don't hurry up and make some preparations, you still run forward vigorously, stupid or not! ”

"I think Lan Zhi must have been preparing, have you seen Lan Zhi?"

The pavilion masters shook their heads one after another: "I haven't seen it for the time being." ”

There were 3,000 students in the picture scroll, and except for Yi Wengui, no one else's divine consciousness could enter the picture scroll, nor could they interfere with the process of the exam.

The only thing they can do is point it out.

In this case, very few can be seen.

Lan Zhi clearly belongs to the majority.

The head teacher also wanted to see Lan Zhi's performance, so he lit another bright light, and after seeing the picture clearly, he immediately praised it: "This freshman is not bad, he knows how to take precautions, and he has started mining to prepare for the refining tool." ”

The north gate master of the Instrument Cultivation Pavilion next to him leaned over and took a look: "It is indeed mining...... Hey? This is digging purple sand mud! ”

The pavilion master didn't react at once: "What's wrong with the purple sand mud?" ”

Beimen Fu said: "Purple sand mud is used to make pottery. ”

The head teacher suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart: "He shouldn't want to make pottery during the exam, right?" ”

Beimen Fu found that the person who was digging the soil was Xingzhi, and said unexpectedly: "It's his words, it's normal." He enrolled in school for a month, and all the refining tools were ceramics, and I thought it was quite amazing when I saw it at first glance, but it was useless. ”

Teacher: "......"

Although Tu Qinxiao said that he didn't have to worry about Lan Zhi's love problems, he still couldn't help but take on the role of an old father, worried about whether Lan Zhi would suffer or something when he was with him.

Lan Zhi was already bitter enough in the past, and he didn't want to make Lan Zhi worse off.

Now seeing Xingzhi's relaxed and indifferent appearance, he doesn't know whether to say good or bad.

Well, he doesn't want to be motivated at all.

It's not good to say, his personality can just complement Lan Zhi, and can relax Lan Zhi, who has been in a tense state.

In short, the old father was very worried.

For the rest of the time, the old father and the sect kept looking at Xingzhi.

Xingzhi didn't seem to care about the time or the exam, so he dug up the purple sand mud slowly and methodically, and found a place to sit down nearby to make pottery.

There are no pottery tools in the painting, but it has no effect on him.

He can do it by hand.

Under their gaze, Xingzhi used his slender and beautiful hands to slowly turn the swirling clay block into a delicate purple clay disc.

That picture, looking at it, is extraordinarily healing.

Beimen Fu was also watching with the master, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "This kid's refining talent is quite high, it's a pity." ”