Seeing Feng Xi being thrown into the Six-colored Immortal Gate like that, none of the geniuses dared to say anything.

And the chief examiner naturally wanted to see Fengxi out of trouble, but before he could see the trick, he was hit by Fengxi, who was returning at a faster speed.

"What the hell is going on? I was about to inhale it just now, but Lao Tzu helped you, and you still lost your temper. What are you doing, singing against Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, I can't clean you up. No. 8 waste!" The chief examiner muttered as he pushed out with both palms, and pushed Fengxi into the Five-Colored Immortal Gate.

"Eh! No. 8 waste, there is no vitality at all, why is the six-colored fairy gate pushed out, this shouldn't be at all! And what is the matter with the examiner? The six-color fairy gate is not accepted, but you push the five-color fairy gate, isn't this a blind toss. If I can pass the Five-Colored Immortal Gate in this way, I will admit that I am a waste. ”

"Yes, the examiner is really confused, and he doesn't want the six-colored immortal gate, which means that the qualifications are low, and it is indeed a waste. If you let him go to the Five-Colored Immortal Gate, isn't that boring and asking for trouble? What kind of fairness is this!"

“......”

As soon as the discussion started, Fengxi responded and slammed into the examiner faster than when he went.

The examiner didn't dare to be careless, wrapped his hands, pushed and pulled, and sent Fengxi into the four-color immortal gate, "The eighth waste is too fucking evil, this is to compete with Lao Tzu!"

"Now, I'm sure it's not our waste, it's the examiner's brain. You see, if you don't want the six-colored fairy gate, he gives it to the five-color fairy gate, and if you don't want the five-color fairy gate, he gives it to the four-color fairy gate. also said that the No. 8 waste evil sect, I think the most evil sect is him. ”

"That is, the examiner is not only an evil sect, but a blood evil sect. I think sooner or later he will put himself in it, and he won't give up without spitting out a few mouthfuls of old blood. I bet that if the Four-Color Immortal Gate didn't want the No. 8 waste, he would definitely give it back to the Three-Color Immortal Gate. ”

"Who's going to bet you, isn't this lice on a bald man's head? But it's so strange! The No. 8 waste has no vitality and no vitality, and it has no physique, how can it withstand the shock of the Xianmen Gate and the strength of the chief examiner? Especially since the speed of coming back is so much faster than going, this is not normal!"

"It's not normal, I think the examiner is constantly tempting because of this, how strong this is called No. 8 waste, it all depends on the amount of blood vomited by the examiner!"

“......”

Sure enough, Fengxi returned faster, still crashing into the examiner.

The examiner's face was solemn, and the white light gathered into a ball, and he slapped it towards Fengxi.

Feng Xi was slapped towards the Tricolor Immortal Gate, and the chief examiner, as the geniuses expected, spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and the person also took a half step back, followed by another mouthful of old blood.

As soon as Feng Xifu came into contact with the three-color immortal gate, the cyan, red, and black light grabbed him tightly and pulled him into the door, but in an instant, it was thrown out at a faster speed.

"What the hell is this! The six-colored fairy gate, the five-color fairy gate, and the four-color fairy gate don't want it, and they just go back, but what is the situation with the three-color fairy gate? I first suck it in, and then throw it out, is it just to taste the food? As soon as I taste it, I vomit it. ”

"I think it's not only the chief examiner's evil sects, but these immortal sects are even more evil. There has never been such a situation before, at most it is to enter two immortal gates, and then go to the third immortal gate, either it is shocked, or it does not react at all, but the situation of the eighth waste is ....... ”

"Isn't it that the immortal gate here is different from the general one? The general test of genius, and the degree of test waste here, the more waste the better?"

"You are talking nonsense, my cousin can enter the three-color fairy gate. His talent, you know, if he's a waste, then you don't even deserve it. Also, Princess Yan also went in, it was a two-color fairy gate, you dare to say that she was a waste......"

"Then why is this? It stands to reason that a person who has no vitality and no physique must not be able to carry a single immortal, and should be immediately stunned out. Why is it the other way around, isn't Waste Eight not a waste, but a genius?"

"That's even more unlikely, you've seen a genius with no vitality and no physique. Waste number eight is waste, waste worse than mortals. I think there must be something wrong with the fairy gate, if I don't believe it, I'll go for a while, if the five-color fairy gate collects it, then that's it; if you don't accept it, then it must be them cheating and deceiving us. ”

“......”

The examiner didn't listen to what the geniuses were saying, but made a larger ball of white light. Catching up with Fengxi in advance, he pushed him to the two-color immortal gate again, and he staggered back two steps, and three mouthfuls of old blood spurted out.

Then his eyes stared at the two-color immortal gate, his hands condensed a larger ball of white light, and took three steps forward, and the ball of light resisted the two-color immortal gate.

The two-color fairy gate, blue and red, wrapped around Fengxi, dragged him into the door, and then there was no sound.

One snap of the fingers, two snaps of the fingers...... A full minute passed, and there was still no response.

The examiner waved his sleeves, and the white light dissipated, "What the hell is going on?" Lao Tzu was caught off guard and was hit and squirted a bowl of old blood. But Lao Tzu is waiting for him now, he is good, he has no reaction at all, isn't this a pit for Lao Tzu?"

Watching the examiner's popularity jump to his feet, the geniuses were so excited that you old bastard called us rubbish. Well, the waste of the waste of the eight, almost killed you, you are the veritable old waste.

No matter how comfortable the geniuses were, they didn't dare to say a word, because the old bastards could hear them now, and it would be too wrong to be angry with themselves.

After another minute, the examiner completely relaxed his vigilance, and the old god was about to spray the geniuses, and his tragedy came again.

A cloud of white light slammed into him with lightning speed. He was smashed and flew out more than ten feet away, and when he landed, he retreated more than a dozen steps from Teng Tengteng, and then he barely stood firm. The old blood gushed like a spring all the way, dyeing the small mounds of dirt, small stones and small wooden piles that passed by into conspicuous blood color.

After all, the examiner did it, and it didn't affect the geniuses, otherwise he would have died one by one, and one would have died by one group!

And the white light that hit him flew towards the cyan immortal gate again, flashed, and merged into it.

Although no one could see what the white light was, they all had the answer in their hearts.

The examination room of thousands of people was so quiet, only the chief examiner vomited blood and coughed, and the sound of broken bones.

The geniuses were extremely pale by this voice, but their eyes were still staring at the cyan immortal gate.

One minute passed, two minutes passed, five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, a quarter of an hour passed, two quarters of an hour passed, and the cyan immortal gate still did not move at all.

The examiner also came to his senses, coughed, and said hoarsely, "Continue the test!" and then prepared to close his eyes and recuperate.

A little boy replied and walked forward tremblingly, and the six-colored fairy gate led him.

Suddenly, the cyan fairy gate was full of blue light, and a white light flew out, so frightened that the little boy had no blood, and he forgot to shout.

The examiner didn't react at all, and was hit without warning by bypassing the white light of the boy.

This time, the examiner-sama had no ability to avoid the geniuses being affected, and the geniuses were like kites with broken strings, flying one by one, and then landing on the ground and turning into blood gourds.

This is the gourd effect, one becomes two, two becomes three, and three becomes ten......

Just a few flicks of the fingers, small mounds, small boulders, small wooden piles are all wailing geniuses.

The screams were so loud, and the Hell Shura Field was nothing more than that.

I have to say that our chief examiner, after all, is an adult, even if he is caught off guard, none of the geniuses are stunned and killed, this teacher is still good.

But he himself was miserable! he had no strength at all, and he fainted when he landed.

He was like this, and the white light that hit him still didn't let him go, and still pressed against him for more than a foot, until the ground was ploughed out a few feet of blood, and then stopped.

The white light slowly condensed, isn't it the No. 8 Waste Wind Creek?

Looking at Fengxi, he was spotless in white, his face was ruddy, and he was not injured at all, the only difference was that the red jade on his shoulder was gone.

Fengxi flew out more than 30 zhang along the way, and there were more than 200 geniuses who were knocked over, plus more than 1,000 who had taken the test before, and it was less than 1,005.

In other words, there are 4,500 candidates who are fine. There are many relatives, friends, playmates, friends, boyfriends, girlfriends of the injured people......

Therefore, a large number of geniuses, before they could react in Fengxi, attacked him, and they didn't know how many circles they surrounded him.

"Waste No. 8, you hit and injured my little sister, what are you going to do?"

As soon as he spoke, the person next to him subconsciously stepped back and kept his distance. Without him, just because this person is too strong and his voice is too loud.

He looked like he was about ten years old, but he was already nine feet tall, and he was three feet horizontally, and his arms were thicker than Fengxi's thighs, and the stick in his hand was even greater.

Dressed in a purple robe, he is not handsome, but he is not ugly, if you look at it from a distance, he is still handsome, especially his hair is only a slip, neat and tidy like a big stick in his hand, and his voice is so loud that it is like a strong man taking a gong and hitting it next to your ear.

Fengxi is fine, but it is very uncomfortable. But the geniuses lying on the ground were pitiful, hugging their heads and wailing one by one, which was even more miserable than when the wind and the stream collided.

"Brother Man, I know that you feel sorry for the Ninth Princess, and I can't see her being wronged a little, but you see that she has been hurt...... What do you think of me?" said a young man who was only half a head lower than the brute brother in his mouth.

As soon as Fengxi heard the word brute, he knew that it was bad.

The barbarian surname is not the surname of the Dongwu Empire, but the national surname of the Nanban Empire, and unlike the Dongbu Empire, non-Nanban royal bloodlines are absolutely not allowed to use the barbarian surname.

The ones who offended him the most in Jingquan Mountain were, of course, the Tianjiao of the Dongwu Empire, but it was precisely the Nanban prince who competed with him for the final opportunity.

There are only a few princes and princesses in the Southern Barbarians! I am so lucky, I will meet two of them at once, don't you want to be so pitiful!