When everyone woke up from a dream, their faces were already full of shock.

Sun Mo condensed the Sacred Heart, and what was even more terrifying was that it only took him half a day!

"Sun Yasheng, how did you do it?"

Ji Xiangdong asked respectfully, and between his words, he already brought respect, as if a student was asking the teacher for advice.

"This holy scripture seems to let famous teachers look at their own lives, and I have some advantages, because a few years ago, I experienced life and death. ”

Sun Mo didn't cherish himself with a broom, and replied generously: "The kind that is almost certain to be able to die." ”

Everyone was stunned, they didn't expect this kind of answer, and then they saluted respectfully with their faces.

Even a few sub-saint contenders are no exception.

Zhou Yasheng's face was depressed, and he wished that Sun Mo would not speak.

Next, the fighting skills continued, Chen Zhiming didn't want to wait, took the initiative to come out and read the holy scriptures for the second time.

As Sun Mo left the hall, the crowd of onlookers decreased a lot, after all, Chen Zhiming was not famous, and it was really boring to watch a person sit down.

A day later, Chen Zhiming made up his mind, and nothing happened to him.

Xu Chunbo didn't comment, because he knew that this was already a very good performance.

Gao Ning and Du Changgong appeared in turn, and there was still nothing on their bodies, and when Fang Hong arrived, she had an epiphany of a famous teacher's aura.

It's called a woman's beard.

After this aura is cast on a certain woman, her combat power will immediately increase several times, and it can reach up to ten times.

"Yes, although Fang Yasheng did not condense the Sacred Heart, but he had an epiphany of a famous teacher's aura, which also means that you have a great chance of being promoted to Yasheng!"

Xu Chunbo is really satisfied, because this is a new aura of famous teachers.

As the only female Yasheng competing for the master of the door, Fang Hong was very proud and looked at the men like dung.

"I want to be such a famous teacher!"

Gu Xiuxun was envious.

"I still don't want it, I heard that she is not happy in marriage!"

Jin Mujie sighed, you don't understand, Fang Hong was heartbroken by a man that he devoted all his energy to teaching.

When the sixth Yasheng Zhang Shen appeared, and everyone was speculating about what amazing performance he would have, after reading the holy scriptures for half a day, he suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and most of his chest exploded directly.

Everyone was stunned.

Although Zhang Shen was spared his life after being treated by more than a dozen top doctors, the 'Sacred Heart' was broken.

That's right, he was only one step away from condensing the Sacred Heart, but in the end he failed, because his will was not strong enough.

To put it bluntly, he has not experienced a state of mind comparable to life and death, and he is still confused about the path he pursues and adheres to.

This scene can frighten everyone, but if you abstain, it will be too embarrassing, so the saints will bite the bullet.

The seventh person, Cui Kaizhi, closed the holy canon a day later.

"I'm retiring!"

After speaking, Cui Kaizhi left.

"Huh, is this cowardice?"

The onlookers were dumbfounded, they felt that Cui Kaizhi didn't have a good day, so he didn't have the mood to study the holy scriptures at all.

Xu Chunbo stood up and clarified for him: "Don't speculate and question his character, this holy book will make people see their own shortcomings, Cui Yasheng's willingness to abstain is also a kind of mood improvement!"

The sacred scriptures allow one to see one's truest self.

As the saying goes, I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain, everyone is like this.

People always instinctively reject what they criticize themselves.

The fighting skills continued, and on the day that Zhou Yasheng passed, Li Ziqi also rushed to the Holy Gate, witnessing him having an epiphany and being brave!

This aura is relatively common, but Zhou Yasheng will not, this is because he has always been the pride of the sky since he was a child, and he has never tasted what failure is, so it is impossible to have an epiphany of this famous teacher's aura.

But the blow brought by Li Ziqi was too great, so that Zhou Yasheng didn't think about it, didn't want to eat, and was depressed all day long, so he couldn't wait to turn back time to correct this mistake.

On this day, in the holy scriptures, he experienced that sense of shame again, so it was logical to have an epiphany and then be brave.

The effect of this aura is that after a person has been humiliated, he or she can burst out with great potential.

"Is this all right?"

Qin Yaoguang felt very angry.

"Zhou Yasheng is also on Ziqi in this life, and there is a mistake!"

Mei Ziyuxin said that this is the real talent of a top famous teacher, and this accident may make Zhou Yasheng feel the way of a saint.

The last person to appear was the oldest Bao Dewei, although he tried his best to cover it up, many high-star masters still saw his vacillation and entanglement.

Especially after he started to flip through the holy scriptures, his expression kept changing, or hideous, or terrifying, or ecstatic, it was like a nervous disorder!

Even everyone suggested that if Xu Chunbo woke up Bao Dewei, they didn't want to see a Yasheng's heart broken again.

"Hey, he's a poor guy too!"

Xu Chunbo sighed, although he sympathized with Bao Dewei, he didn't stop it, because that was pity, which would make Bao Dewei even more inferior.

Bao Dewei was a young man, and he was also a famous teacher who had set records, and at the age of two hundred and fifty, he became an eight-star famous teacher, and people said that he would become a sub-saint, but in the next hundreds of years, he has been stumbling, and even the threshold of sub-sage was only stepped into ten years ago.

When Bao Dewei made up his mind, the whole body was sweating profusely, and in just one day, he was so thin that only skin and bones remained, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

His students stepped forward to help, but he pushed them away.

"I can go!"

Bao Dewei's face was expressionless, but when his figure disappeared from view, everyone heard a terrible wail.

He was unwilling, but he was helpless!

After all, manpower is really poor!

The second game is over, one person is seriously injured, one person retires, and there are seven people left.

Xu Chunbo still did not comment on the game, but announced the start of the third game.

"According to the convention, the content of the game must be getting more and more difficult, this one will not kill people, right?"

"That's right, every Yasheng is a treasure in the world of famous teachers, not to mention dead, even if he is crippled, it is also a huge loss!"

"Hey, this is life! Since they have chosen to fight, they have to face this pressure!"

What Xu Chunbo means is that the performance of the Yasheng is obvious to everyone, and when the game is over, they will naturally know who is the most suitable door master.

But looking at this way, people will be eliminated in every game, and it is unknown whether a single seedling can be left in the end.

The morning sun was extraordinarily bright, and it was a good day for the competition.

"A saint, you must be full of wealth, export chapters, and don't ask to make a psalm, but at least it can't be too bad!"

Xu Chunbo was in a wheelchair, and after glancing at several Yasheng, he finally fell on Sun Mo: "So this scene is more than poetry!"

Everyone was stunned, why is this third scene so child's play?

"Sage, please forgive me, Sun Yasheng is known as a double masterpiece of calligraphy and painting, and his poems are now being sung throughout Kyushu!"

"That's right, Master Li was drunk with a hundred poems in front of the palace, and now he is a well-known legendary deed. ”

"Isn't this unfair to others?"

can let famous teachers say such things, which shows how amazing Sun Mo's excellence is.

"If it's more than poetry, I can abstain!"

Fang Hong smiled bitterly.

She has seen Sun Mo's works, but they are all masterpieces.

"Everyone, don't be impatient, listen to me!"

Xu Chunbo explained: "The third holy relic of the Holy Gate is a brush made from the ashes and hair of the first saints, and what the famous teacher writes with it, if it is not sincere, if it is not annotated with emotion, then the handwriting will disappear!"

"Although it is a poem, not everything can be done, it must be related to the identity of a 'famous teacher'!"

Xu Chunbo limited the topic: "By the way, the ink used is your blood!"

The saint's pen was taken, and it exuded a white light, and when you look at it, you will feel warm.

"Which of you comes first?"

Xu Chunbo was embarrassed to let Sun Mo take the lead again, otherwise he would be suspected of bullying, but he overestimated the courage of the others.

"Sage, Sun Shuangjue is in person, who dares to be ugly?"

Gao Ning smiled bitterly.

"Yes, I want to abstain!"

Chen Zhiming was also smiling bitterly.

"Sun Yasheng, are you coming first?"

Du Changgong gave up.

"You have praised it falsely, and you don't dare to do it!"

Sun Mo arched his hand: "I'm still the last one to come!"

Sun Mo didn't appear, so the scene froze.

No way, everyone is really desperate.

"Zhou Yasheng, why don't you come first?"

Fang Hong quipped.

“......”

Zhou Yasheng looked up, pretending to look at the scenery on the ceiling.

If you don't make a move, it's called hiding clumsy, and there is a big mind that is willing to bow to the wind, but if you are crushed, it will be called immeasurable.

"Teacher Niu Boyi!"

Qin Yaoguang almost shouted out, looking at the teacher's talent, he directly made everyone retreat.

"Sun Yasheng, it's better for you to come!"

Xu Chunbo took a roll call.

"Okay!"

Sun Mo didn't care, he walked to the offering table, looked at the rice paper laid out by the female scrivener, and handed over a knife.

Sun Mo took it, cut off his fingers, put the blood into the inkstone, and then picked up the sage pen.

What should I write about?

"Teacher, come on!"

Li Ziqi waved his fist.

"Teacher!"

Lu Zhiruo folded her hands and prayed to Sun Mo.

An Anhui, Gu Xiuxun, Meiziyu, everyone's face is full of hope, trust, and worship.

In their hearts, Sun Mo is the best!

The red face is on the side, and the beauty is like jade!

A man can't disappoint a girl who appreciates him!

This one, I want to win!

No

I am the master of the Holy Gate!

A poem burst out in Sun Mo's mind, he picked up the pen, dipped it in blood, and splashed ink on the white rice paper.

When autumn comes on September 8, I will kill a hundred flowers after the flowers bloom!

The heavenly incense array penetrates Kyushu, and the city is full of golden armor!

Rumble!

When Sun Mo expressed his chest and wrote the last word 'A', the whole poem suddenly burst out with golden light, illuminating the entire hall with golden brilliance.

The room is full of pride!