The sound of the horn came from nowhere, and it seemed to be blessed with great magical powers, which made everyone who heard the sound of the horn feel a sense of blood boiling.

Then a silver light broke through the sky, and the silver light looked like a flame from a distance, so dazzling that it was impossible to force the eye, and when it was closer, it was clear that it was an old man standing in the silver flame.

The old man was wearing a golden hoop, his face was tense and stiff, his skin was blue, he couldn't see any expression, and his body was full of life, like a corpse demon who had been dead for countless years!

This corpse demon exudes the strong aura of the early stage of broken thoughts, and in his hand, he also holds a scroll sealed with silver fire, once he stands in the air, Huo De opens the scroll, and suddenly there is a terrifying momentum, turning into a violent wind, sweeping towards everyone here.

Those tribal monks who are not good at cultivation are often blown around, and only the true immortal old monster can not move in this strong wind.

It was easy for the wind to blow, and the monks of the tribe couldn't stand firmly, and knelt on the ground one after another, bowing to the corpse demon!

"Welcome to the Holy Envoy!" the voice soared into the sky.

Naturally, the Tamu people also bowed down. The monks who were flying in the air and watching this grand event from afar also landed on the ground and bowed respectfully, including even the noble Dolan!

The hierarchy in the Dabei tribe is strict, and the tribal monks have the lowest status because they are descendants of medicine slaves, and the status of the sacred mountain guardian is slightly higher, but if they see the holy envoy, they must still kneel. Even if the so-called Holy Envoy is just a group of corpse demons with low intelligence!

"You, why don't you kneel!"

The corpse demon old man's gaze swept across the grassland, and suddenly one of them dared not kneel to himself, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Ning is not a humble person, so naturally there is no need to bow down to anyone. Ning Fan said lightly.

"There is a reason for that..."

The old corpse demon's tone was still stiff, there was no joy or anger, listening to these words. seemed to agree with Ning Fan's explanation, but suddenly his figure flickered and disappeared from the air, leaving not even a trace of afterimage!

Ning Fan's eyes condensed slightly, and his body flickered and disappeared without a trace. In the next moment, where no one was in the sky, there was a sudden explosion, like a sound, and it seemed to be an overlap of countless sounds. Then a spatial rift was torn from the air, and after that, two figures flew out of the spatial rift.

It was Ning Fan and the old corpse demon! Ning Fanyun landed back to the ground lightly, and the old corpse demon's dull gaze was a little shocked.

"What's going on!" this place includes the monk Shekon. No one saw what the old corpse demon and Ning Fan had done!

Even Dolan, I don't know what happened at this moment!

This is true. ”

The corpse demon old man was shocked, still indifferent, only he knew here, in that extremely short moment, he had already punched Ning Fan dozens of punches, and with the strength of his corpse demon body, he was completely defeated in the bombardment!

According to the rules of the Holy Mountain. If you have the strength to match the Holy Messenger, you can ignore the hierarchy. See the Holy Messenger without kneeling. Ning Fan has such strength, so naturally there is no need to kneel to him, but if he sees a stronger holy envoy, he still needs to kneel and worship.

"This Ning surnamed Wai Xiu is under the suppression of cultivation, and he can still face the early stage of broken thoughts without falling behind?!"

When the monks here saw that the holy envoy did not hold Ning Fan accountable for not kneeling, they all had speculations. Secretly frightened. After all, he thought that Ning Fan was the only one in the Tamu Department, and no matter how strong one person's strength was, it was limited after all, and he couldn't change the situation of Xiaobi too much this time, and he was relieved.

It's just one person, after all...

The corpse demon old man still had an indifferent expression. The group of worshippers stood up and began to read the scroll in their hands.

"The battle for the seizure of the tomb, once the millennium begins, the ratio of southern Xinjiang, is in charge of my No. 41 holy envoy, divided into two levels: the essay test and the martial arts test! The department with the first total score can enter Zhongzhou to participate in the second round of the seizure of the mausoleum! Now, this holy envoy will issue the questions of the literary examination, and I advise you not to blink, to see the next scene clearly, and not to omit a single thing!"

After the old corpse demon finished reading, he suddenly raised the scroll in his hand, and the scroll flew upwards all the way, suddenly turning into a silver fire dragon and soaring into the air, and when it rose to the top, it suddenly twisted around, shattered into countless flames, and smashed down on the grassland, burning the weeds here, but after a few breaths, on the scorched earth here, new weeds grew strangely.

The whole process is only a few dozen breaths, and then it contains too many magical powers... What is to be tested in the literary examination is the wonderful reason contained in this scene!

"This is the question of the first round of the literary examination for this year's Lingling, you must have your own understanding, and within one day, you will comprehend the book on the display and send it back to Zhongzhou, and the emperors of Zhongzhou will evaluate the merits and determine the score!"

After that, the old corpse demon turned his hand again, took out a piece of silver beast bone, crushed it into bone powder in his palm, and threw it forward, and suddenly there were silver ashes, falling with the wind, and once the ashes landed, they immediately changed into low tables supported by skeletons. The number of bone tables is 700, 21 columns, a total of 35 columns, not a much, just the number of tribes in southern Xinjiang.

"In the previous literary examinations, a question was given at random to test the monks' comprehension. It is a pity that there are too few wise men in our southern Xinjiang departments, and few of them can achieve good results in the literary examination. The literary test is not important, the gap between the major tribes will not be too big, the difficult thing is the martial test... Brother Ning doesn't have to care too much about the results of the literary exam, just deal with it casually. With Brother Ning's cultivation, it is not difficult to get more than 1,000 points in the martial arts test, and it is enough to get rid of the shame of being at the bottom of the Tamu Department..."

Tagri secretly told Ning Fan a few words, and gave Ning Fan a palm-sized domino. Then he turned his head and instructed the Tamu monks one by one, and distributed the dominoes.

Ning Fan looked at the dominoes in his hand, which was what he recorded his results. The front of the domino is engraved with the word 'Ning Fan', which is his name, and the back is used to record the results.

"The essay test is not important, either..."

Ning Fan was noncommittal to Tagri's instructions, and slowly walked to their respective bone tables with the reference monks one by one, and sat down cross-legged.

On the bone table, there are bone pens, blood ink, and leather scrolls, and on the upper left side of the tabletop, there is also a groove of the beast's face painted with strange formations. As soon as many of the weak monks sat down, they picked up their pens and dipped them in ink. Scribble, then roll up their respective skins and throw them into the groove of the beast's face on the table, along with their respective dominoes.

Then, the grooves of the beast's face will close, and the light will shine. A little longer. The groove will be reopened, and there will be no more leather scrolls, only dominoes, on which will be recorded the results of their respective literary exams.

The vast majority of monks would not guard against others copying their own essay answers, so Ning Fan easily saw some people's answer sheets.

"I realized that fire can light grass, and it is very hot..."

"I am indignant at the burning of the grasslands of southern Xinjiang by the Holy Envoy, which is the legacy left to us by our ancestors. Fortunately, the grass grew back in the end...", this is the answer written by an angry young monk.

"I didn't get it. "There are still people who hand in blank papers!

What made Ning Fan speechless was that even these mentally handicapped answer sheets were secretly copied by many people, and the old corpse demon didn't care about plagiarism. It's just a stick of incense, and most of the monks have finished answering the exam papers, you know, the time given for the essay exam. It's been a whole day...

Ning Fan looked at his side, and the other nineteen people in the Tamu Department had already handed in their answers. And they received the results respectively. Nineteen people, eighteen zero points, the only one with a score, and only got one point, Ning Fan remembered that person's exam paper, and the answer was 'fire burns grass.' Huo Kemu'...

This kind of common sense of cultivating the truth of the Five Elements Shengke is almost unknown to everyone in the four days, but in Dabei, you can still get a point of blame for the fact that the people of Dabei are mentally disabled and can answer the common sense of cultivating the truth. It's already very rare, and it's comforting to give a point.

In this way, except for Ning Fan, the Tamu Ministry's literary test score is only one point in total, but fortunately, judging from the current situation of submitting the papers, most of the people who have submitted the papers from other tribes are also mentally incomplete, and the total score obtained is only a few points, which is indeed not much different from the Tamu Ministry.

But that doesn't mean there aren't any normal monks here.

There are at least two or three people in other tribes who are still thinking, and it seems that they really have a comprehension from the essay test questions, and the more powerful tribes, such as the evil sheep and the wind summoning department, still have eleven or two people who are closing their eyes and thinking hard, and as time goes by, some people are suddenly open.

These people are not like those who have a crippled mind, and they have an extremely strict isolation from each other's answers, trying not to be seen by others. Of course, with Ning Fan's cultivation far beyond this place, coupled with his pervasive perception of rain techniques, he could still easily see everyone's exam papers. There are also other old monsters who can steal the examination papers of the Duzhen monks, and the corpse demon old man never stops all this, and if he can copy it, it is also his ability, after all, this is the cultivation realm where the strong are respected, not the mortal imperial examination room.

One by one, the monks with normal minds handed in the papers one after another, and most of the things they comprehended were related to the supernatural powers of the Scroll Transformation Dragon and the Dragon Transformation Fire Rain, and most of the results obtained were five or six points, which was not too high.

After all, this literary test is obviously not about supernatural powers, but about the comprehension of the Tao.

The grass is burned by fire, and the grass is revived...

Wildfires can't be burned, and the spring breeze blows and grows...

Ning Fan gradually stopped caring about the achievements of others, but fell into his own enlightenment, he did not regard this comprehension as a competition, but did gain from it.

He sat on the grass, sat at the bone table, did not raise his pen to write, but closed his eyes, and reproduced the scene of the rebirth of the weeds in his mind repeatedly.

An hour passed, and almost all the monks below the empty space handed in their papers, and the results obtained did not exceed 10 points. Of course, there is only one exception, Xian Yuchun, the young patriarch of the evil sheep with a hard IQ, actually fell asleep on the table and did not hand in the papers.

Two hours passed, and some of the monks began to hand in their papers one after another, and high scores began to appear.

"Hey! It's thirty points! What did the Montenegrin mage of the Black Mountain Department answer, and he got such a high score!" Someone outside the arena suddenly exclaimed.

The Black Mountain mage didn't seem to be very satisfied with the score, but he didn't dare to question it.

This is the score given by the Five Emperors of Zhongzhou, how can he be such a small empty beak!

"That's it, the results of the literary examination are not important, everything has to depend on the martial arts examination..."

Following the Black Mountain Mage, there are constantly strong people who have obtained high scores.

"The corpse department... Thirty-five points! What a high score for the corpse mage!"

"The old monster of Yannan actually took forty points!

"The white ghost mage of the White Ghost Department actually scored forty-five points!"

"Sixty points! Summoning the Wind Commander's Thousand Dragons of the South, could this person be the person who scored first in this year's literary examination!"

Gradually, there were only three people left on the field, Ning Fan, Xian Yuchun, who was asleep, and the Sea Soul Mage of the Sea Soul Department.

The Stygian mage is indifferent in nature and does not like to participate in the intrigue on the grassland. The Stygian tribe is also one of the few tribes that has not taunted the Tamu tribe.

Six hours had passed since the beginning of the exam, and the Stygian Sea Master had been unhurriedly closing his eyes, and it was only at the seventh hour that he opened his eyes and bowed slightly. As if he had gained something, he began to answer the questionnaire.

And his score also set a new high in southern Xinjiang in the past 100,000 years, which was 400 points!

"It's a 400 percent... This person is worthy of being an old monster who has stepped into broken thoughts in half a step, and his profound understanding is definitely the first in my southern Xinjiang!"

Looking at the entire Great Bei, there are very few people who can score more than 400 points before they enter into broken thoughts! And those who can do this. In the future, the lowest achievement will not be lower than that of the Eternal Realm..."There are people who are good at researching evidence, and they have discovered this amazing fact, so in this way, does this Stygian Sea Mage have the qualifications to win the Eternal Realm!

"Legend has it that the Emperor of Zhongzhou has taken a fancy to the high quality of the Stygian Sea Mage and wants to accept him as a disciple, I didn't believe it, but now I believe it!

By this time night had fallen. Styx's face was a little tired, like those seven hours of hard thinking. It cost him a lot of energy. But his eyes were relaxed, and he slowly left the examination room, and his attitude of being dusty, like an old fisherman wandering the rivers and lakes, seemed to care about everything outside of himself. The moment he walked out of the examination room, he turned his head slightly. Some looked at Ning Fan solemnly, and some frowned at Xian Yuchun, who was asleep.

"Needless to say, the young patriarch of the evil sheep tribe, the last literary exam was only 1 point, and this time I am afraid that he will sleep directly, and it is not worth it. It's this Ning surname Wai Xiu... This person is the Ancient Immortal Venerable. Even if the cultivation is restricted, the enlightenment will never be limited together, I don't know how many points this person can take, I'm afraid it will not be less than 500 points..."

Five hundred points, if the Great Humble Immortal Venerable is compared, most of them are the results of this number. This can also be seen how rare it is for the Stygian Mage to achieve 400 points.

Stygian Sea asked himself that he would not underestimate anyone, but he also did not believe that Ning Fan could do better than those Great Humble Immortal Venerables, he was even more confident, if he was also an Immortal Venerable, he would definitely achieve far more than five hundred results!

The clock is still ticking.

The tenth hour, the eleventh hour, the twelfth hour... Xian Yuchun suddenly woke up, looked at the grassland in the morning light, was slightly stunned, and then patted his head and laughed.

"I forgot that I was in the literary test, and I actually fell asleep, ahaha, ahaha..."

It immediately caused the ridicule of many monks around.

All the Evil Sheep Sect monks were a little embarrassed, ashamed of the stupid behavior of their young patriarch Wen trying to fall asleep. The patriarch of the Evil Sheep tribe felt that his old face was even hotter, the woman he loved the most had given birth to such a stupid son, this... It's a shame. Hey, let's go! As a father, I don't want you to achieve much good results, so let's get out of here!

"Hurry up and hand it over!" shouted the Evil Sheep Patriarch angrily.

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry, my master hasn't handed in the paper yet, I'll wait for him to hand it in together!" Xian Yuchun was surprised to find that Ning Fan hadn't handed in the paper either, and suddenly felt a little moved, the master had such a high level of cultivation, and his comprehension must be high, why didn't he submit the paper for a long time!

I'm afraid that he will be left alone in the examination room to sleep alone, so I will accompany him here! Good man, good man!

"Thank you, Master!"

Xian Yuchun took the exam paper in his hand, and wanted to write this sentence on the exam paper and pass it to Ning Fan like a note.

Now Ning Fan seems to be closing his eyes and meditating, Xian Yuchun doesn't dare to transmit the sound, only dares to pass the note. He couldn't figure out whether Ning Fan was thinking or sleeping, in case he was sleeping, he woke up the master, but it would be too unfilial!

Oops, I forgot how to write the words 'Thank you, Master'...

Xian Yuchun had a headache and asked his father Chuanyin.

The face of the Evil Sheep Patriarch darkened with anger.

Why can't this stupid son write such a simple word! This is not the point, the point is the answer sheet of the battle to seize the tomb, can I pass you a note, this is a serious crime, and it is blaspheming the power of the holy mountain!

"Hand in the papers immediately! Don't disturb your master's comprehension there!"

These words can poke at Xian Yuchun's pain point, how can he, a twenty-four filial apprentice, disturb the master's comprehension?

I didn't waste time there at the moment, and I casually recalled a few times during the day and saw that scene of the exam questions, and found that my head was blank, and I was helpless. I had to write a few strokes on the answer sheet, and then I handed in the paper.

After a while, the scores came out.

The evil sheep is fresh in the pure... Five hundred!

"How is this possible!What did Xian Yuchun write, how could the Five Emperors of Zhongzhou give him a high score of 500 points!"

"I don't believe it, how can a fool get five hundred points!"

"Could it be that the Five Emperors of Zhongzhou gave the wrong score!"

"Shhh

Some of the shocked monks quickly shut up because of the gloomy gaze of the corpse demon old man. The few people who speak ill of the Five Emperors have been locked.

It is a felony to criticize the Five Emperors behind their backs! If these people continue to talk, the old corpse demon doesn't mind enforcing the law on the spot and giving a few people a good look!

Of course, even this corpse demon with low intelligence was a little shocked. After all, this Xian Yuchun is stupid, and he slept in the examination room all day, if this kind of person can get 500 points, he can get 1,000 points!

Eccentric. Weird! Could it be that this son is so talented, I don't see it! The old corpse demon is a little suspicious of his own intelligence.

The entire Evil Sheep Department is in a circle, and even the Evil Sheep Patriarch, who has always been shrewd, is a little confused. It's a pity that Xian Yuchun hasn't figured out what is shocking about five hundred points, five hundred points, it doesn't seem to be much different from 1 point, um. Five hundred minus one equals two, which is two points more than 1 point. Nothing surprising, why all the fuss...

The Stygian Sea Mage, who has always been indifferent, is also a little uneasy at this moment. If Ning Fan gets five hundred points, he can still comfort himself, the other party is the Ten Thousand Ancient Immortal Venerable, and he has this qualification to surpass him. But the one who got 500 points was Xian Yuchun! This fool who made a name for himself in southern Xinjiang. Even the mage of the Underworld, who does not ask about the world, has heard of it slightly, this person has extremely high cultivation qualifications, and has a unique understanding of the secret art of soul merging, but his mind is incomplete. often does stupid things that make people cry and laugh, but this is one person, and he can get 500 points...

This is a literary test, only the capable can live in it!

"What is your answer sheet?" said the Stygian Mage in a deep voice.

It is extremely rude to ask for the other person's answer, especially now that the essay test is not over, and this move is very likely to leak the answer and let others get a high score. Fortunately, Ning Fan is the only one left who has not yet handed in the papers, Xian Yuchun respects Ning Fan like a god, and he is not worried that his answer will be leaked to Ning Fan at all, and even feels that being able to be plagiarized by the master is also a kind of recognition of himself by the master, which is a fortunate thing!

"I only wrote two sentences on the answer sheet: Is there a fire? Sorry, I didn't see it. Sorry, I didn't see it. ”

Xian Yuchun stretched his waist helplessly, in fact, when the old corpse demon announced the exam questions, he was already napping, and he didn't see the scene of burning weeds at all.

His father urged him to answer the question, and he just honestly handed in an almost blank answer sheet, saying that he didn't see anything, and sincerely apologized to the Five Emperors of Zhongzhou, but it was such an answer, and he got 500 points, 2 points more than he expected 1 point, and his luck couldn't be better haha!

"Why did he get 500 points for this answer? Didn't he see nothing, not even the exam questions, shouldn't he have no grades!"

The Stygian mage was suddenly shocked, and suddenly turned his head to look at the scorched earth that had been burned.

No, no!

There was no fire here!

This scorched earth is fake, and the scene of the revival of weeds is also fake!

"Solution!"

The mage of the Stygian Sea suddenly took a drink, and the scenery of this place suddenly changed.

The scorched earth is gone, and there is still a trace of being burned. The new weeds are gone, and they are still the same as the old withered yellow weeds, which have grown for a season...

Illusion, it's illusion...

In vain, he thought very highly of himself, and he didn't even see that this exam question was just an illusion from the beginning!

No fire, no wildfires, no weeds... It's all illusions!

No wonder the son said he didn't see anything!

"This son is stupid, he is obviously wise and stupid!" Stygian Sea gasped, and all the contempt for Xian Yuchun was swept away in his heart, and he became respectful instead.

If the Stygian Mage is not mistaken, the illusion in this exam question is from the hands of the Five Emperors of Zhongzhou, and most of the broken thoughts can't see through it... This son can do many things that can't be done by broken thoughts, and he gets 500 points. This son has seen through everything from the very beginning, so he doesn't think about it at all, but just falls asleep, and this kind of attitude of playing the world is a rare and valuable thing for cultivators. You can often realize the truth that others can't get!

This son... He can't compare!

"Xiaoyou's capital should be the first in southern Xinjiang! I'm afraid that even the foreign cultivator surnamed Naning may not be as good as you. The Stygian mage sighed.

"Wrong, wrong, wrong! That person is my master! How can I compare to half a hair of my master! He is the real number one in southern Xinjiang! I only get 500 points, if I change my master, it will be 5,000 points, and I can easily get it!" Xian Yuchun said dissatisfied. He wouldn't allow Master Stygian to despise his mentor in the slightest.

"Five thousand... Xiaoyou is simply joking, from ancient times to the present, there has never been a person who can get 5,000 points in the first round of the literary examination of the tomb. It's those emperors, they couldn't do this when they were young, then Ning surnamed Waixiu took 500 points, it was normal, if it was 1,000 points, it would be very difficult, if it was 5,000... Hehe..."The Stygian Mage was shocked by Xian Yuchun's qualifications and didn't want to have a bad relationship with this wizard, so he talked nonsense about Xian Yuchun. I just smiled and didn't mind.

"How much is 5,000? Isn't it more than 500 or two cents?" Why hasn't anyone taken this score, could it be that he miscalculated?

The Stygian Master was stunned, with his wisdom, he couldn't understand the meaning of Xian Yuchun for a while, five thousand is more than five hundred and two points, what does this mean... Five thousand minus five hundred. Of course, it doesn't mean two, but this statement means something else, and it is implying something to me...

The more the Stygian Mage thought about it, the more complicated it became, and he vaguely felt that he was being hinted at something, but he didn't know the point.

Others laughed dismissively. Among them, the one with the loudest laughter is the dragon of the south of the summoning wind department!

"It's ridiculous! If all the external cultivators can get an unprecedented 5,000 points, all my humble cultivators can die of shame!"

As soon as these words came out, countless people immediately followed Nan Zhilong and laughed.

Xian Yu Chundeng's gloomy complexion, if it weren't for the fact that Nan Zhilong's cultivation was too high, he would definitely immediately take action with him to maintain his master!

At this moment, someone suddenly exclaimed, it turned out that Ning Fan had finished his contemplation, handed over the volume, and with a faint gaze, he suddenly glanced coldly at the dragon of the south.

Nan Zhilong, who was originally laughing arrogantly, suddenly had a feeling of cold and bone-eroding, and half of the laughter choked directly in his throat, unable to get in, unable to get out, his face was flushed, but his heart was trembling.

What a penetrating gaze! This person must not be provoked, otherwise a great disaster will befall him!

Not only the Southern Dragon, but all the monks who were swept by Ning Fan's gaze all closed their mouths in shock, with fear!

Dead silence all over the place!

Xian Yuchun was excited, what he admired was Ning Fan's domineering, without saying a word, he could deter Xiao Xiao, what a magic power this is!

"I don't know how many points Daoist friends have scored?" Mage Stygian's inquiry broke the atmosphere. Regarding Ning Fan's achievements, Master Stygian was still very concerned.

"I don't know, my score hasn't been given for a long time. Ning Fan put away the coldness in his eyes and pointed to the groove of the beast's face on the bone table.

Only then did everyone see that the groove of the beast face on Ning Fan's table had not been opened for a long time...

This shows that the Five Emperors of Zhongzhou have not given Ning Fan's score for a long time!

As time passed, another hour passed, and Ning Fan's score was still not given!

This is really a strange story on the Great Peek Grassland! There has never been a reference monk who has not received a score so long after handing in the paper!

"Could it be that this person's answer makes it difficult for the Five Emperors of Zhongzhou to decide, and they can't give accurate scores?" Many people secretly speculated, and felt that this idea was a bit ridiculous, what kind of answer would make the Five Emperors unable to give points? Too bad an answer, no, those zero-score monks, the results are very fast... How good is that to make it difficult for the Five Emperors to choose?

Zhongzhou, Tiandu Peak.

In the millennium battle for the tomb, the results of the first round of the literary examination must be determined by the five emperors of Zhongzhou, which is an old practice. As in previous years, in the first round of this year's tomb capture, among the five emperors of Zhongzhou, there were still four people gathered in Tiandu Peak to agree on the results of group cultivation.

The four immortal emperors who came, including the Loutuo Emperor and the Bone Spirit Emperor, were not the most powerful of the four emperors, but the remaining two emperors had heavier authority.

The remaining two emperors, one dressed in red and green, with a strange mask on his head that seems to be laughing and crying, can not get a glimpse of the true face, the emperor is called Buddha weeping, it is said that it is from the Buddha statue in tears. Realizing the wonderful law, so the Tao is completed, and with the Buddha's cry as the number, only one trace is missing to step into the seventh tribulation of eternity.

The other person is the most powerful person among the five emperors today. This is an old man with an unusually cold and hard face, giving people a sense of meticulousness. The white beard reaches the ground, with a flame entwined iron crutch, the emperor's name is Tiandu, and this Tiandu peak is his cave.

On Tiandu Peak, there is a teleportation array, from time to time there will be the literature examination papers of the major grasslands, and every time the examination papers are transmitted, there will be hundreds of disciples of the Four Emperors, read them first. The poor answer sheet is directly determined by the people below, and only a few outstanding people will be given to the four emperors for comments, and the results will be determined by the four emperors.

Generally speaking, the initial answers sent are filled in by some mentally imperfect people, and most of these answers are processed with zero marks. The three emperors of Tiandu, Lou Tuo, and Gu Ling did not care much about these answers. On the contrary, the Buddha Weeping Emperor was very interested and would read it with those disciples.

"Interesting, interesting, there are really a lot of strange answers in this year's literary exam... It's a pity that the Hundred Flowers Daoist couldn't come in time, and I couldn't see such a ridiculous answer. Hey. It's a pity. The Buddha Weeping Emperor let out a strange laugh, and suddenly glanced at Emperor Lou Tuo with great meaning.

Emperor Lou Tuo was slightly stunned, and then said without changing his color, "Yes, the injury of Baihua Daoist is too serious." It's a shame that it didn't come. ”

"Hehe, a thousand years ago, the Hundred Flowers Daoist entered the Fierce Domain to collect medicine, but was besieged by the Three Flames Immortal Emperor-level corpse demons, I don't know what Lou Tuo Daoist thinks about this matter?"

"What? Daoist friend said this, do you suspect that I did this!" Lou Tuo's face suddenly sank.

"Hehe, I didn't say anything, why should Daoist friends rush to explain..."

"That's enough! I came to my Tiandu Peak today, not to turn over old accounts for you! Whoever dares to do anything unrelated again, don't blame the old man for exercising the power of punishment in the Holy Mountain!"

As soon as the Emperor of Tiandu said this, not only did the Buddha cry and Lou Tuo all changed color, but even the Bone Spirit Emperor had a trace of fear, and they all straightened their expressions, and they didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore.

Those disciples of the Four Emperors who were in the lower position did not dare to talk nonsense, they sat upright one by one, fixed their grades, except for occasional arguments, no one dared to say more, and the atmosphere was quite dull.

The four emperors also didn't talk too much, and occasionally spoke, just commenting on the answer. Of course, the one who spoke the most was the Buddha Crying Emperor who spoke the most.

"Yes, yes, the little hairy boy of the sand wolf department of the Yellow Sand Grassland can answer such a way to control fire, well, give two hundred points. ”

"This is good, someone in the Xihe Grassland actually answered the five fires and five earths... Give one hundred and fifty points!"

“... This is a little bad.,2 points.,Meaning... Okay, the old man forgot that this kid is your bone spirit's inner disciple, so it's okay to give him 300 points!"

"Qiu Long of the Northern Dibu... Well, Beidi is really full of talents, and there is such a character, this person can give four hundred points!"

"The Southern Xinjiang Sea Soul Department... Oh, that kid from the Sea Soul Department, now he is also mixed with the old man, this understanding is very deep, and he can actually get a glimpse of a trace of Taoist changes from it, this person has the qualifications of an immortal, give four hundred points!"

In this literary examination, there are only more than ten people who can score 400 points, and most of these people will be remembered by the emperors of Zhongzhou, and they will be regarded as future disciples, so they will naturally not be stingy with points.

One hundred and eight grasslands, three thousand tribes, and sixty thousand answers, gradually the scores were completed, and the faces of the four emperors were different, some were disappointed, maybe they had taken a fancy to some junior, but they were not satisfied, and some were happy, maybe they had found some good seedlings.

Suddenly, another answer sheet entered the eyes of the four emperors.

"The evil sheep department in southern Xinjiang is fresh and pure. There are a lot of good seedlings in southern Xinjiang this year, and you can take a look at this son's answer sheet. After reading Xian Yuchun's answer sheet, Emperor Buddha Weeping looked at it slightly, passed the answer sheet to the other three emperors, and glanced at Emperor Lou Tuo with a strange face.

The Bone Spirit Emperor looked at the answer sheet, and his face was also moved, and even the Tiandu Emperor, who had never been smiling, was a little surprised.

Only Emperor Loutuo's face was a little uncertain.

"This evil sheep little ghost, a little bit amazing, actually saw through the illusion of Lou Tuo Daoyou... Hehe, it's really a good seedling, of course, it's possible, it's Lou Tuo's illusion that is so bad that it makes a life immortal junior see through it..."The Buddha Weeping Emperor laughed strangely.

"Hmph! The old man's illusion naturally can't be wrong, it's this little thing's eyes that are too poisonous! Of course, it's also possible, it's this son who answers the questionnaire indiscriminately, and it happens to be the truth!" Lou Tuo said coldly, at first he still had a trace of appreciation for this Xian Yuchun, and he was so sarcastic by the Buddha Crying Emperor that he was angry.

"Meng, hehe, if this son can be Meng, I will be more interested in this son, give this son 500 points, you have no objection, right?"

"If this son can use the immortal cultivation to see through the illusion of Lou Tuo Daoyou, this five hundred percent is definitely not high. The Bone Spirit Emperor agreed.

"The old man has no objections!" said the Emperor of Tiandu, who was hard to distinguish between joy and anger.

In this way, Emperor Loutuo naturally couldn't raise any objections, and the five hundred points of Xian Yuchun were implemented.

The time for the literary examination is nearing the end, and there are almost no exam papers coming, and several emperors are almost ready to wait for the final results of the martial arts examination, and suddenly another answer sheet comes, still from southern Xinjiang.

"Oh? It's Tamubu's answer. The Buddha Crying Emperor looked at the Emperor Loutuo strangely, causing the Emperor Loutuo to snort coldly.

Most of the emperors have heard of Loutuo's oppression of the Tamu Department, but no one will stand up for the Tamu, after all, the Tamu is only a weak tribe, and there are no outstanding talents in the tribe who are enough to attract the attention of the emperors, so naturally no one will do this kind of thankless thing.

"Hmm, this answer sheet..."The Buddha Weeping Emperor wanted to use the topic of Tamu to ridicule Lou Tuo, but suddenly his face was shocked, and he was speechless in shock.

The other three emperors were so shocked when they saw the Buddha crying, so they naturally became a little curious, and they scattered their divine thoughts to investigate, but after reading it, they were all moved.

On the entire answer sheet, there is not a word, only a circle.

A circle with a notch that can't be drawn yet!

"This son... Is it a coincidence, or is it (to be continued.) )