In the hall of the City Lord's Mansion, a total of ninety-two monks, including Bu Fan, sat down separately, and a thin piece of paper was placed on the table in front of each of them, and next to the paper was a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

These were all put here after everyone present had arrived, and they just said to give in and when they answered the above questions, they left.

didn't even give Bu Fan a chance to return to their doubts.

Everyone looked at everything in front of them, their expressions puzzled, including Bu Fan.

He had also read this paper, and there were some inexplicable questions on it.

What decision should be made when you encounter someone being hunted down on the road, to save or not to save, or to choose otherwise.

What else would you do if you were someone else's enemy, but you couldn't beat this person?

Isn't the answer to this question obvious? According to Bu Fan's experience, of course, he ran away, and he had the opportunity to kill and come back, and he returned ten times, isn't it obvious?

In addition to these problems, there are also those "insulting monk's demeanor" arithmetic problems in the mortal world, as well as poems to fill in the blanks and the like.

After reading all the questions, Bu Fan felt that his brother was quite comprehensive, but in fact, these questions have very obvious answers, and everyone will do it, and whoever answers it is a hundred points, but the blame is here.

What kind of family is this, throwing a hydrangea out and letting people grab it is more reliable than this, and it is not the champion of the test.

Or is it simply to use these questions to disgust people and humiliate them?

That's not right, it's definitely not these people who are embarrassed in the end by doing this kind of thing, but the city lord's mansion.

Bu Fan said secretly, and for a while he couldn't figure out what this selection of relatives in the City Lord's Mansion was.

Just when everyone was hesitating to write, a high-pitched voice suddenly resounded throughout the lobby.

"I don't accept it, we monks should use our own strength as the criterion, why do we write these bells and whistles, what use can these things be? ”

Bu Fan and the others turned their heads to look, and suddenly saw a green-robed monk standing up, tall as a pine, with a face full of righteous words.

Seeing this person, a trace of surprise flashed in Bu Fan's eyes, but he didn't expect this person to be a "fellow practitioner" who was discarded to him yesterday.

Aoneng.

After Aoneng spoke, no one present spoke with him, but their eyes were always on Aoneng, because they also had the same idea as Aoneng.

They are all immortal cultivators, what is the use of getting these things?

After a while, Uncle Yang suddenly walked out of the lobby slowly, and then coughed lightly twice, standing up straighter.

"The person who can be worthy of our city lord must be the dragon and phoenix among the people, one of the best heroes, this condition not only refers to strength, but also refers to other talents, only civil and military, unparalleled people can be worthy of our city lord. ”

"The questions on this written exam have all been carefully thought out by the people of our City Lord's Mansion, and they can completely test your all-round ability. ”

As he spoke, Uncle Yang glanced at Aoneng deeply and said in a deep voice.

"If you can't even do what mortals can do, then you are naturally not worthy of our city lord. ”

That makes sense!!

Hearing Uncle Yang's words, Bu Fan said secretly in his heart.

Then, Bu Fan smacked his lips and spoke.

"Then why not get some of the more difficult questions, which are so simple and don't make much use. "Ju Library

As soon as the words fell, before Uncle Yang turned his head, he saw that everyone in the lobby was looking at Bufan, and many people were still a little unhappy on their faces.

"No...... No, there's no one who can't do these problems, right?"

Looking at the expressions on these people's faces, Bu Fan seemed to realize something at this moment, said in a daze, and even almost laughed.

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of those who were unhappy suddenly became even more ugly.

Seeing this, Bu Fan immediately bowed his head.

He really didn't mean it this time, and Bu Fan really didn't expect it...... There are really people who don't, where are these immortal cultivators mixed up, and he, a person who has never read a private school, will do it.

Although Bu Fan wanted to keep a low profile, but because what he said just now really had a very obvious mockery in it, even if Bu Fan lowered his head, those people were still staring at Bu Fan.

At this time, the briquettes that were originally under Bu Fan's feet suddenly smiled, and it was time for him to behave again.

With a slight jump, the briquette jumped on Bu Fan's head, and then he lay down on his side like a person, supporting his brain with his hand, sweeping over the other people's bodies one by one, and then hooked the corners of his mouth.

Well...... Although he didn't say a word, the meaning was already very good.

A bunch of scum, all of them are inferior to my big brother.

Those who understood the meaning of briquettes immediately became even more angry, and gritted their teeth at Bu Fan.

"Ahem. ”

Suddenly, after Uncle Yang glanced at Bu Fan slightly, he coughed a few times, attracting everyone's attention again, and also preventing the atrocities that were about to happen next.

Immediately afterwards, Uncle Yang suddenly pressed down with one hand, and Ao Neng, who had been standing, suddenly sat down involuntarily.

Seeing this, Uncle Yang said with satisfaction.

"You don't have to worry, this is only one part of the second test, and there is another part of the rest, but you also need to work hard, and this time the results will also be credited to the final score, and finally a reminder, don't cheat. ”

"Also, this is the City Lord's Mansion, not outside, don't... Noisy... thing!"

As he spoke, Uncle Yang swept over the bodies of these more than ninety people with a solemn face, and the warning in his eyes was very obvious.

After Uncle Yang disappeared, everyone looked towards Bu Fan viciously, but this time, they still didn't say anything.

It's just because Uncle Yang's last sentence "Don't make trouble" was deeply engraved into their minds, and they didn't even dare to breathe.

At this time, Bu Fan just silently grabbed the briquette on his head with one hand, and stared at the questions in front of him without raising his head, as if he was thinking very seriously.

Bu Fan is indeed thinking very seriously, and he is thinking about how to make his score a legitimate third.

In fact, there is already a way, of course, it is to control the points, but it is a question of where to control the points.

After thinking for a long time, Bu Fan secretly glanced up, and saw that there were still a few people present who looked confident, and their faces were full of confident people.

Seeing these people, Bu Fan felt that these topics should be just a small problem for them.

So they're also the ones who have the potential to get a perfect score.

In this way, these questions will not be watery, and they must be answered higher first.

Returning his gaze to the table, Bu Fan groaned in his heart.