The last contestant who dared to challenge Wang Yi threw in the towel, and Wang Yi passed the first level of the assessment without any suspense.

In the end, Wang Yi alone defeated more than 500 contestants. Some of the contestants have reached five victories, but they have been terminated, achieving Wang Yi's brilliant record.

As the number of battles increases, the faster the number of wins a contestant accumulates, and the more victories can be achieved by beating one person. Soon, the first assessment was over.

A total of 22 people passed the first assessment, and Ximenjie, Song Ci, Shen Wenxi, Ji Changfeng, Yuan Xingba and other favorites were impressively listed. Shang Shaofei also had the strength to win the championship, but unfortunately he chose to challenge Wang Yi.

Ximenshuo did not delay everyone's time, "The first assessment has ended, and the second assessment will be carried out ———— poetry and songs." ”

The three levels of assessment of the Heroes Conference are art, literature and technology. The art examination takes turns to choose one test from the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the literary examination randomly selects one test from the three kinds of scripture interpretation, poetry and songs, and national theory countermeasures, and the technical examination is a competition on the same stage.

After thousands of contestants were eliminated from the art examination, there were only 22 people left, and the crowded and noisy arena suddenly seemed empty and wide.

After the referees prepared the tables, stools, pen and ink, and paper inkstones of the people participating in the assessment, the twenty-two entered the venue and sat down.

Wang Yi's best skill in this life is the interpretation of the scriptures, and he has no distractions in his mind for ten years, and he has devoted himself to practice, and his understanding of the scriptures and meanings is not much more than that of the Confucians who have been immersed in the scriptures for decades.

Poetry and poetry are also involved, but they are not profound. However, in terms of poetry and songs, Wang Yi also has his own advantages, unique advantages!

Under Ximenshuo's order, the chief referee personally lit a pillar of incense. "In the time of a stick of incense, write a work that satisfies the deans of the eight congresses!"

Everyone was calm and concentrated, thinking about writing the most wonderful article to win the favor of the eight deans.

Soon someone began to write, the pen and ink were flying, the rice paper was flying, and the vigorous font jumped on the paper, this is the gas of Confucianism, and it is by no means the pedantic fool who is conformist and white-headed and booked.

Wang Yi looked at his peers in front of him, smiled, and seemed to be ignited with a fighting spirit, I won't lose, come on.

A helpless tone came from "One" in the sea of knowledge: "Don't just look at others, let's start quickly."

Wang Yi fell into deep thought. There is no prescribed question, it is the easiest question, and it is also the most difficult question!

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Yuan Xingba made a move, he had a furrow in his chest, his expression was focused, Confucianism was poured into the wolf's hair, and his pen was like a dragon and a snake.

Just as he finished writing, a golden lotus flower grew from the ground at a speed visible to the naked eye to level with the table, and the lotus bloomed, and with a trace of suction, it sucked the rice paper onto the lotus platform.

This scene attracted the audience's attention, "Ah, look, this is the book of the Golden Lotus, and Yuan Xingba's article actually triggered the induction of the Great Dao, and the Golden Lotus emerged and held up the poems." It means that this poem has been recognized by heaven and earth!"

The faces of the rest of the contestants changed dramatically, and they went dark, although their works were good, they still had a gap of 108,000 miles if they wanted to be recognized by heaven and earth, and they failed this exam!

Yuan Xingba held his head high and stood proudly on the spot. Of all the people present, he was the only one who was recognized by heaven and earth! First, is there still suspense?

"Hehehe" chuckled, it was contempt, ridicule and disdain, "The fourth world and the third duke, after the meritorious service." That's it!"

Yuan Xingba looked at the person who spoke, it was Ji Changfeng who argued and refuted the great Confucianism to the heart of the blood.

"Sharp teeth, I want to see what you are capable of, dare to laugh at me. "Then you should keep your eyes open. ”

After speaking, Ji Changfeng raised his hand and wrote it down.

Just when he put down the pen, the tip of the pen bloomed with the phantom of the golden lotus, floating into the air, when the last word of Ji Changfeng was written, the sky was dyed golden with the golden lotus, and then the flowers drifted away, all the spectators and contestants who came into contact with the golden lotus felt that there was a vitality into the body, and all the sickness and fatigue dissipated in an instant.

In the audience, everyone was amazed, and some people even said:

"A miracle, my crippled left leg is actually conscious, this is a miracle"

"My back doesn't hurt anymore after more than 10 years of pain. What a miracle. ”

"Lotus rain falls from the sky to moisten all living beings. This is a miracle that can only be manifested by inducing the power of the Great Dao!"

Ignoring the audience's reaction, Song Ci and Shen Wenxi conceived the content almost at the same time, waved their hands to write, and let it out.

Shen Wenxi finished writing with the last stroke. "Boom" suddenly sounded like a landslide and the ground cracked in the arena, and the phantom shadows of the mountains poured out from the rice paper, only to see that the mountain range was majestic and majestic, stretching for thousands of miles, and the mountain cliff was surging and twisting.

Condensed into a landscape painting scroll in mid-air. The audience's eyes widened again. Even the patriarchs, deans, heads, and sect masters who were not shocked on the main stage stood up in surprise.

A well-informed monk shouted in the crowd: "This is the map of the Mountains and Rivers Society, and it is said that it was a picture of the world painted by the Emperor of the People thousands of years ago, and it was destroyed when the Emperor of the People died.

It's just a poem, and a virtual shadow that can trigger it to appear in the world again, this Shen Wenxi is really a genius!"

A smile appeared on the corner of Shen Wenxi's mouth, and he touched the rice paper twice with satisfaction.

On the other hand, Song Ci ran through his body with an elegant air, and finished his last painting without hesitation.

Countless starlight flashed on the rice paper, and the starlight became brighter and brighter, and rose higher and higher, reflecting the starry sky thousands of miles above. The cold starlight sprinkled, and everyone seemed to be covered with a layer of star clothing.

Nangong Yi, the dean of Meiyin Academy, personally agreed, and his tone was full of appreciation and admiration, "This is the Zhou Tian Star Dou Formation, which is the strongest formation derived from the heavens. Song Ci's poems are in line with the way of heaven, and this formation is derived by chance. ”

The monks present looked at Song Ci with respect in their eyes. Being able to obtain the Heavenly Dao Derivation Formation, the realm is so high that it is breathtaking.

Song Ci did not show any pride, and still sat quietly at the table, as if he had not moved.

The actions of several people caught Wang Yi's eyes, and Wang Yi had a judgment in his heart. The poems written by Ji Changfeng, Shen Wenxi, and Song Ci should be of equal strength, and Yuan Xingba is several points worse. However, this Song Ci should be the most powerful of the few!

Just when Wang Yi was thinking, Ximen Jie, the son of the city lord Ximen Shuo, dipped his ink and wrote down the poems he came up with on rice paper.

At the time when Ximenjie was writing, a Confucian character came out of the rice paper and flew into the sky. In front of Ximenjie, thousands of Confucian phantoms appeared, holding scrolls and chanting in unison to the rice paper in front of Ximenjie.

At this moment, each of the eight academies rose with a vast Confucian aura and converged towards the fighting arena.

In the Confucian characters that Confucianism merges into the sky, a phantom figure of a man in the prime of life about thirty years old is manifested, this person smiles at thousands of Confucian students, and then sits cross-legged in the air, gushing endlessly, as if preaching the Great Dao.

On the main stage, all the people in power sighed that this year's Heroes Conference lived up to its name, and it was the stars shining and the geniuses being rampant.

Ximen Shuo was very satisfied with his son's performance, he touched the three wisps of green beard under his lips with satisfaction, Ximen Jie can lead Wan Confucianism to praise and recite the scriptures, and this qualification has lived up to his expectations and cultivation.

In the sky, the mountains and rivers stand proudly, the Zhou Tian Star Dou Array suppresses the void, and the Great Confucianism preaches the scriptures to create all things. The poems written by the three of them are earth-shattering and in line with the avenue.

Under such a dazzling vision, the poetry of the rest of the contestants was overshadowed and their talents were lost.

There is not much time left before the end of a stick of incense, and only Wang Yi has not written among the 22 people who participated.

"This Wang Yi, the chess path is indeed incomparable, but the poetry is miserable, and he didn't even hold back a limerick poem for a long time. ”

"He shouldn't have been so shocked by Song Ci that he couldn't write it. ”

"Well, I thought he was a dark horse, but it turned out to be an embroidered pillow. ”

"After all, the chess path is a small path, and the first level just happened to meet what he was good at, and the second level was completely revealed. ”

The referee looked at Wang Yi, then at the incense that was about to be burned, frowned, and stopped talking.

"One, are you ready?" "Come on." "There is only one way for Wang Yi to win over others.

Wang Yi raised the brush, and the righteous qi gushed out and condensed at the tip of the pen, at this time, Wang Yi and "One" briefly fused.

At this moment, heaven and earth seem to have no secrets in front of Wang Yi, and they are within reach. The rules that make up the world are like lines on a chessboard, connecting the whole world.

Wang Yi used his pen with all his strength and wrote the title of the poem on the rules of rice paper———— "Swordsman Sacrifice"

Just when these three words were written, a phantom of a villain appeared on the rice paper, and the villain grew up in breath and became a giant who stood up to the sky and the earth.

His eyes seemed to have passed through the cycle of life and death, and his brilliance had been lost, but there was still compassion and pity for the common people.

"Ten years of sharpening have not tried," the giant swordsman took out an unopened sword, using the mountains and rivers as a sharpening stone, and sharpened it repeatedly until the blade shimmered silver and the cold was pressing.

"One sword light cold fifteen states" wrote this sentence, and sweat broke out on Wang Yi's head. I saw the giant swordsman roaring at the sky, and a sword was swung out, and the sword light shot straight into the sky.

The mountains and rivers of the Society, the Zhou Tianxing Fighting Array, and the great Confucians who preached the scriptures dissipated one after another under this sword. Heaven and earth are restored to clarity.

At this time, he saw an indifferent eye appear in the sky, and it looked coldly at the giant swordsman.

The sect masters, heads, and deans present all changed color and saluted respectfully to the sky. Everyone was terrified in their hearts, how could they even provoke the Eye of Heavenly Dao.

Even if it is as strong as the five great sect masters of the Immortal Sect, the head of the Lingwu Sword Sect, and the deans of the eight great academies of the Confucian Sect, in front of the Heavenly Dao, they are just a group of ants that have not yet grown up, and they can be destroyed with a snap of their fingers.

The Eye of Heaven finally struck, and a gray qi sword descended from the eye, and it attacked the giant swordsman with endless destructive power, and the swordsman tried his best to resist, but it was torn apart in an instant, and blood was scattered in the sky.

"The grass and trees are full of sorrow and weeping for the righteous, and the wind and clouds weep tears for the dead." Wang Yi's last stroke fell, Haoran ran out of righteousness, his whole face turned pale, and he sat down on the stool.

Countless grasses and trees grew in the arena, and everyone felt as if they were in the Cloud Spirit Forest. The sky was full of wind and thunder, and black clouds were surging.

A boundless aura of sadness permeated the entire arena, and the audience cried to death as soon as they were contaminated with this breath.

Even the deans and sect masters couldn't help but feel uncomfortable and sad, their noses were sour, and tears slipped down their cheeks.

The grass and trees were infected by the atmosphere, and they all made a "whine" sound, as if they were crying for the death of a great person, and the wind and clouds in the sky became heavy because of sadness, and a little raindrop fell in the "Xixi" sky, which was urgent and dense.

In a moment, the wind and clouds dissipated, the shadows dissipated, and the heavens and the earth returned to light, as if nothing had happened just now.

At this time, everyone's eyes were firmly locked on Wang Yi!