More than a hundred new disciples didn't know how many times they had scolded the seemingly kind Elder Qi Tian, but they didn't dare to show their dissatisfaction.

Because it was Elder Qi Tian, the word Qi Tian could see how arrogant this old man of the old man was with Long Zhong.

Who dares to Qi Tian?

I don't know if others will dare, but these new disciples will definitely not dare.

Each disciple looked at the scrolls on the wooden table but could not be opened, and as the minutes and seconds passed, they could only wait.

"Why are you so lonely? It's just an assessment, the old man is in a good mood today, but he can communicate with you juniors about martial arts, I wonder if you are interested?" Qi Tian tasted tea and said with a smile.

"GUN, I'm not interested" Hao An was so angry that he almost said this sentence directly.

Several people from their First Martial Academy had been cultivating in the palace of Tushan Bao for more than a month, and they wanted to show off their skills.

Who knows, this first assessment turned out to be a competition, and this old man deliberately targeted their junior martial arts academy disciples.

Now, he also wants to exchange martial arts.

It would be nice not to kick his chair over.

Many disciples began to become anxious, 16,000 words, in order to memorize them completely, such a short time was simply not enough.

Besides, there is only a difference between a full score and a zero score in the assessment, and writing 15,999 words is also a zero score, writing a word is also a zero score, and it is the same if you don't write.

"Of course, if you feel that you can't pass the assessment, you can directly choose to give up, I have always liked to be a straightforward disciple," Qi Tian said.

After a moment of calm, no one stood up and gave up.

As a martial artist, they have already chosen to give up before they have even started, and this is not what they should do.

Even if they can't pass the assessment, they have to try it and work hard.

I don't even have the courage to try, how can I match the word martial artist.

I did, but it didn't work out. and not doing and giving up are two different concepts.

The practice of a martial artist is to swim against the current, and without a little fighting spirit, how dare he be called a martial artist.

As the burning incense tapered, the seal on the scroll began to weaken.

The palms of all the disciples were sweating anxiously, this was a difficult assessment to pass, obviously a little more relaxed than the competition, not so direct.

But the wait for half of the incense is simply torment.

Knowing that there are 16,000 words in it, it is a very difficult problem to memorize them all and write them out word for word.

As soon as the time of the half-pillar incense came, the seal disappeared completely.

At this moment, the sound of the scroll opening was clearly visible.

When some of the disciples saw the thickness of the scroll and the dense text, their heads became bigger.

And Bi Fan, who was sitting in the first position of the first row, was obviously a lot calmer, and the moment he opened the scroll, there was a little golden light in his eyes.

He didn't start memorizing in a hurry, but took a cursory look at the total number of pages, the time of half a pillar of incense, and arranged it reasonably, otherwise memorizing the front will lead to trouble before the time arrives.

Calculate the time it will take for each page, and only after everything is done will it begin to memorize.

Looking at the handwriting on it, it is all carefully memorized.

The old man looked at the people who were already remembering with their hearts as if nothing had happened, but on the contrary, he fell relaxed.

If there is someone who will pass the assessment with a full score, there is one person.

When I was admitted to the hospital, I heard someone mention that there was a strange woman among the disciples of the Dragon Capture Academy, who could never forget it, and she was very good.

Now that the academy has set up such an assessment bureau, it is obvious that the disciple named Lin Xue'er has more advantages.

The whole palace was filled with the sound of flipping books, as well as the sound of silent recitation.

"Ah, how can it be so fast"

"It's a fake incense, isn't it?"

Looking at the incense that is getting shorter and shorter, every inch missing, they are a little nervous.

I was already anxious because the old man privately deducted the time of their half pillar of incense, but now when I look at the book, I feel that the incense burns faster.

Tear......

The burning incense was completely extinguished.

"Alright, it's time for half a pillar of incense," the old man opened his closed eyes and said slowly.

At this moment, those disciples stepped forward and retrieved the scrolls from everyone's wooden tables.

"Wait, I haven't finished reading it yet"

"No, I've only seen half of it"

"Give me one more second, just one second"

Looking at the books that had been ruthlessly snatched from their hands, it was as if they had taken their fate.

"Senior sister, I ask for a bell" In the first position of the penultimate row, a disciple with a scholarly aura looked at the female disciple's outstretched hand and said with a kind face.

The female disciple threw an indifferent look and snatched the scroll from her hand.

Bi Fan placed the scroll on the wooden table, closed his eyes and sorted out the large amount of words that filled his mind.

He finished reading it and remembering it.

On one side, the disciple took away the scroll, and the other disciple put the prepared white paper in front of everyone, complete with paper, ink, pen and inkstone.

"For the sake of your hard work, I will give you a stick of incense time to write silently," the old man smiled strangely again.

Yes, it's definitely weird.

Now that they had figured it out, this Qi Tian Elder was worthy of being the hall master of the Criminal Law Palace, and something unusual would happen with every smile he had.

Some disciples wondered if this incense stick was also fake, and there must be something greasy in it.

However, while everyone was talking, a new stick of incense was placed on their table.

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are complete, and the incense is also complete.

"Could it be that this incense has been processed, the kind that burns quickly" A disciple studied it in surprise, and then he was relieved.

There is no problem with incense, no problem with paper, ink, pen and inkstone.

There should be no problem now.

Everyone was sitting in a precarious position, all looking up at the old man.

The old man picked up the teacup again, was stared at by everyone, and then smiled, "It's time to start."

Whew......

The crowd began to study the ink.

Bi Fan is different, grinding with his left hand and holding a pen in his right hand.

Dual-minded, draw circles with your left hand and write with your right hand without delay.

Writing 16,000 words in one stick of incense is a new challenge for everyone.

For many, it's simply not possible.

"Ah, good tea, it's really like Qiong Jelly Jade ~ liquid" Just when everyone was quietly thinking about the content of the scroll and writing the book, this Monkey King Elder spoke out unexpectedly.

It's still loud.

Some of the easily distracted disciples looked up.

What kind of tea is it? What does it taste like?

No, no, this old man is doing things again, and now he is being assessed.

Hurriedly bowed his head and wrote.

By the way, what are the words on the next scroll, as if interrupted by this old man, and I forgot about it?

"The years passed by like a white horse. Now that I have such a fate with your disciples, the old man is also ready to speak freely" The old man took a big sip of tea and got up slowly, "Next, I will give you a story, this story is very interesting, I think you are all interested."

Oh my God, please, be a person, and now take the test.

What's the story, is it time to speak freely?

Who listens to your broken story, can you shut up, is it intentional to be so loud?

In everyone's hearts, they couldn't wait for this Qi Tian Elder to shut up forever.

Is this a human thing?

A stick of incense writes 16,000 words, and they don't remember it so clearly, and you stir it up again.

How can a man do such a thing.

It is very certain to say that if it was not Elder Qi Tian standing in front of him, it was an ordinary mentor, it is estimated that there would be disciples who would go up and wave their fists now.

"This disciple, are you interested in listening to the old man's story?" Qi Tian walked down and asked with a bow beside Bi Fan.

Bi Fan wrote hard with his right hand, drew circles on the inkstone with his left hand, his eyes stared at the handwriting he wrote, and his brain was running rapidly.

"Elder, please speak, disciple listens."

This sentence made a trace of surprise flash in the old man's eyes, there was a disciple who could still do this, and he clearly saw that the handwriting written by this young man was not the slightest mistake compared with the scroll, and it was very neat regular script.

"What's your name?" asked the old man, smiling.

This young man is writing and studying ink at the same time, and he can answer his questions at the same time, which is unusual.

"Disciple of the First Martial Academy, Bi Fan"

Elder Qi Tian nodded, didn't care about it anymore, and turned around and walked towards Hao An on the other side of the screen.

"This disciple, are you interested in hearing the old man's story?" asked with a smile on his face.

Hao An couldn't remember the contents of the scroll at the moment, but when he saw the elder asking, he put the pen on the inkstone, sat upright, tidied up his robe, and then plucked his ears with his fingers.

"Elder, please speak, disciple listens," and then plucked out the other ear.

The old man turned and walked away silently.

"Elder, aren't you talking about it?" Hao An asked with a disappointed expression.

In a row, more than a dozen disciples were asked, some of whom were reasonable, and some of whom were not.

"This disciple, are you interested in listening to the old man's story?"

"I'm quit," the disciple stood up directly, "Elder, I choose to give up."

Is this something that people do? Sixteen,000 words to memorize, and now you're bothering like this, but as long as you are a serious elder, he doesn't want to say give up these two words.

A former disciple stepped forward to put away the young man's paper, ink, pen and inkstone, and slowly left with the young man.

Elder Qi Tian turned around and continued to speak, "I remember that in the past, there was a mountain by the sea, called the Mountain of the Sea, and there was a temple on the mountain, called the Temple of the Mountain, and there was a ...... in the temple."

This story was told for a long time, until half of the incense burned out, and the story was only half told, and Elder Qi Tian did not continue to speak, but announced the end of the assessment.

In this way, the first assessment of stepping into the martial arts academy came to an end, but for everyone, it was not a perfect ending, it was not perfect at all, and it was even a little angry.

Everyone was talking about Elder Qi Tian.

Because Elder Qi Tian's performance made them a little unclear, what was the point of this assessment?

It is unrealistic to memorize 16,000 words in the time of a stick of incense, and it is even more unrealistic to write 16,000 words silently in the time of a stick of incense.

"It's over, it's over, I'm going to score zero points," Hao An said with a smile on his face for the first time.

"It's normal, it is estimated that if this first assessment says that someone can pass the assessment, there is only that one," Ping Chengyan said.

"Who?" Jia Xiang leaned over curiously.

"The lady of the sky, Lin Xue'er, has the ability to never forget, and everything she has seen can be completely remembered and narrated word for word."

"Isn't that all of us zero points except for her?" Jia Xiang said helplessly.

"In this assessment, except for the Dragon Capture Academy, I am afraid that the whole army will be wiped out," Ping Chengyan sighed.

For many people, there is no room for use in this assessment.

Just as a few people were discussing, Bi Fan slowly walked out of the hall.

"Brother Bi Fan, what is Elder Qi Tian looking for for you?" Qingya stepped forward and asked.

They originally came out together, but Bi Fan was stopped by the old man.

"Elder Qi Tian asked me to have time to go to the Criminal Law Hall for tea," Bi Fan said truthfully.

Yes?

Several people shouted out almost in unison.

Is the Penal Hall a place to invite people to tea?