It was a very quiet passage, lined with walls of steel, neither wide nor narrow, and the most peculiar thing was that there was a long and beautiful red carpet on the ground.

This doesn't feel like a martial arts exercise, but like the corridor of some extremely high-end inn.

"What does that mean?"

Yang Ji was stunned. He can be regarded as having participated in the martial arts examination twice, but he has never seen this situation at all, and the red carpet on these grounds is completely different from the style of the martial arts examination.

The martial arts are hard, cold, practical, and steely, and are born for the battlefield. After all the candidates have won fame, they will go to the battlefield in the future.

This is not the ancient scholars, but the martial arts!

There is never such flashy things in the martial arts examination!

The passage was silent, and the previous candidate in front of him had disappeared. Yang Ji frowned, stepped on the soft red carpet, and walked forward.

It's not dark in the passage, in fact, the further you go, the farther you go. Yang Ji had a hunch that the answer he wanted should be in front of him.

The distance of dozens of zhang is quickly passed, and at the back of the passage is a spacious room, which is different from the passage, which is more exquisite, and the room is arranged in an antique and extremely elegant manner.

Blankets on the floor are spread around every corner, and they are even more advanced than in the hallway.

In this boxy and extraordinarily spacious room, Yang Ji saw the Wu Xiucai who was one step ahead of him. He was standing in front of a door in the room, along with several other candidates, looking confused, depressed, delusional, or deep in thought, but all of them were motionless.

No one knows how long they were standing. Even when Yang Ji came in, they didn't seem to notice.

"Ladies and gentlemen......"

Yang Ji screamed, but there was no response. It was as if they hadn't heard Yang Ji's voice at all.

"What's going on?"

Yang Ji frowned. The room looked like it was just a passage to the exam room. There was no one in the room except the candidates, and Yang Ji didn't understand why these people were standing here still.

"The martial arts examination is about to start, don't you want to go over?"

Yang Jidao. But there was still no response.

Yang Ji reached out and patted the shoulder of a slightly impressed candidate, but the walking dead didn't react at all. It seems that Yang Ji is not shooting himself.

"It's weird......"

Yang Ji glanced around again, completely unaware of what these people were doing. Shook his head. Yang Ji lifted his robe and continued to walk forward.

Passing under the gate, a strange sensation rushed through me. It's like being glanced at by something. But soon it was gone, and the fast one seemed to be an illusion.

Yang Ji didn't care and continued to walk forward.

There was another passage that connected to the room, and Yang Ji didn't know where the passage led, so he could only continue to walk forward. After a while, it was a fresh, elegant room.

This time. There were more than a dozen people in the room, more than the last one. One by one, they lost their souls and stood motionless in the room.

Yang Ji heard some people muttering to themselves, but couldn't hear what they were saying at all. But compared with the previous room, the expressions of the more than ten candidates were much more vivid, but they looked nervous and anxious.

"Something is wrong!"

Yang Ji frowned, and his heart skipped a beat. Echoing carefully, the stranded people in these two rooms are not cultivating enough. Only the cultivation of the Martial Dao Fivefold Small Zhou Tian level.

In this year's martial arts examination, this is really ordinary. Could it be that there is something in the room that is especially aimed at these people with the lowest cultivation?

Yang Ji looked around, but still didn't feel anything. At least. He's been all the way through. And nothing alarmed him.

"It's weird......"

Some faint and vague thoughts passed through his mind, and Yang Ji faintly sensed something in his heart. However, Yang Ji didn't say anything, flicked his sleeves, passed under the gate, and continued to move forward.

It doesn't matter what problems these people have, and it doesn't matter what these channels have. For Yang Ji, this is not a matter for him to consider.

At least now is not the time to think about these things. Getting through these obstacles and getting into the exam room as soon as possible is what you should do.

When it comes to one's own destiny, career and future, this is not the time to joke.

In the way by, room after room. Passage after passage, Yang Ji kept seeing the candidates stranded there. These are the ones that have stayed there before.

Some of them, Yang Ji even heard the sound of low crying.

"Buzz!"

I don't know how many rooms I passed, and just as I passed through one of the doors, without warning, a powerful thought suddenly fell from the top of his head, enveloping Yang Ji.

The feet suddenly came to an abrupt halt.

"It's mental power!"

Yang Ji raised his head, and suddenly realized in his heart. He finally understood what it was that swept over himself as he passed through the gates, and what he had stopped for a short time.

It was the spiritual power left by the martial artist, but because it was too weak at the beginning, Yang Ji didn't feel it at all. Yang Ji's current realm is already at the eightfold level of martial arts.

Even in the Great Martial Sect of the Eightfold Martial Dao, it was impossible to suppress Yang Ji with spiritual power. In other words, any spiritual power below Martial Venerable Yang Ji would have no feeling, at most, it would be just being watched by someone. Won't pay attention at all.

But for those martial artists who are not strong, who have only cultivated to the martial arts fivefold Xiao Zhou Tian, and whose spiritual strength is only at this level, it is obviously not like this.

At the very least, the level of the Great Martial Sect will form a powerful coercion, and this kind of coercion is not at all something that ordinary small martial artists can bear.

"Those candidates are not in a daze at all, or there is something wrong with themselves, they are affected by the spiritual coercion of the strong and blocked in the room!"

A flash of inspiration flashed in Yang Ji's mind, and suddenly he understood everything.

"Buzz!"

The next moment, Yang Ji's heart moved, and his huge spiritual power did not hesitate, and he pressed upwards like a tide. In order to prepare for the exploration, Yang Ji even focused on the aura of Confucianism.

The level of probing this time was completely different from the previous ones.

"Found it!"

Soon, Yang Ji's spiritual power captured something. Just above the door of the room, the seemingly empty sandwich wall was left with a very clever "spiritual imprint".

This is not a simple condensation of spiritual power, Yang Ji felt a special spiritual power fluctuation on it. Judging from the mental fluctuations, the opponent's strength is quite strong, and it is probably much stronger than the "spiritual imprint" that he left here.

"His spiritual power has weakened, this is the result of his deliberate suppression of his own cultivation!"

A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind.

Some martial arts powerhouses often take some measures to suppress their own cultivation in order to exercise their goals. However, their own cultivation could not be concealed.

Judging from the breath, this person is probably much more powerful than he imagined.

Where do ordinary people in the martial palace have this kind of ability, and it is already conceivable who left behind. This is not an accident at all!

"It turns out that the literary exam has already begun!"

Yang Ji was stunned at this time. An indescribable feeling came to my heart, no wonder the examiner who came from Dijing before said so much. It also reminds those who are not strong enough not to be reluctant, you can leave early!

Obviously, those who are sluggish, dazed, or frustrated are actually fighting against this mental imprint in the middle of the wall.

Crying is also because of the failure of the effort, knowing that you have been eliminated.

-- Obviously, these people realized the beginning of the essay examination before they did!

"Whew!"

Realizing this, Yang Ji lifted his robe, accelerated his speed and continued to walk forward.

From here on, there are not more and more candidates stranded, but fewer and fewer candidates. Yang Ji realized that the other candidates might have failed and left.

"Buzz!"

Unconsciously, after passing through five or six rooms, when Yang Ji stepped into another room, the atmosphere around him suddenly changed, and a completely different feeling came to his heart.

Yang Ji Dingqing looked at it, only to see that the room was quiet, and the two candidates with good strength had their backs to themselves, trembling all over, cold sweat flowing, and even their hearts were wet.

The two men stood motionless, as if in a daze.

Yang Ji took two steps forward, and an invisible pressure immediately came from his heart. This feeling has never been seen before, and it is not the same as spiritual coercion.

Yang Jiruo's realization, raised his head, and Yang Ji found a new thing above the gate. It was a plaque with gold paint on a black background, three feet long and one foot wide, with only two large characters on it:

"Chia Tai!"

"It's a word!"

Yang Ji's heart skipped a beat. This time, the problem did not appear on the sandwich wall on top of the gate, but in these two words. A huge momentum mixed with spiritual fluctuations radiated from the plaque.

At first glance, it looks like two big axes are chiseling head-on.

"It's gas!"

A thought flashed through Yang Ji's mind. In these two fonts, Yang Ji felt the blood qi and fluctuations, and merged with the spiritual power.

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through my mind like lightning. The vague thought in Yang Ji's mind became clearer and clearer, and more and more affirmative.

The test of this level was still difficult for Yang Ji, and after settling down, Yang Ji quickly walked forward.

One spacious room after another, "Zhengda", "Guangming", "magnificent", "upright" and ...... , The big characters on the door of the room with gold paint on a black background are constantly changing, and the momentum and coercion are getting stronger and stronger, but they are always within the range of Yang Ji's bearing.

With Yang Ji's current strength, even the Eightfold Beginner Great Martial Sect has been defeated. If it weren't for a particularly strong test, it wouldn't be difficult for him at all.

Calming down, Yang Ji walked over one room after another calmly. (To be continued......)