Stunned, Yang Yan pushed away the middle-aged scribe in front of him, faced the examiner, and said lightly: "You say that this person will die soon, what evidence do you have?"

At this moment, everyone's eyes shifted to this noble young man, thinking that he was really a flurry head!

However, why does this teenager look a little familiar?

The examiner frowned and said coldly: "Who are you? Do you know what kind of place this is? If you want to take the exam, you have to line up at the back, other people's affairs have nothing to do with you, and you can't be presumptuous!"

Yang Yan's eyes sank, and at this time, an examiner on the right with the official emblem of "Tianyang" on his chest carefully stared at his appearance for a while, suddenly stood up, bowed down and asked: "Dare to ask if you are His Royal Highness the Prince?"

Yang Yan turned his gaze, and this person had never seen it before, so he asked, "Are you?"

It's really him!

The chief examiner with the official emblem of "Tianyang" on his chest was taken aback, hurriedly walked out from behind, and saluted: "He Kun, the servant of the Ministry of Micro Ministers, see His Royal Highness the Prince!"

It is also normal for officials in charge of the appointment and dismissal, examination, promotion, and transfer of officials, and it is normal for officials to be responsible for this kind of evaluation and recruitment.

However, if Yang Yan is not mistaken, it seems that the servant of the Ministry does not seem to be called He Yan.

"Your Royal Highness has a discerning eye, and Weichen has only been in office for more than a month. He Yan is also a delicate person, otherwise he would not have recognized Yang Yan so quickly just by the portraits he had seen, and immediately added.

"Well, excuse me. Yang Yan said lightly, "Continue to preside over you." ”

"Your Highness Xie!" He Kun returned to his original position with joy in his heart, and continued to evaluate the candidates in front of him.

This time, he showed his face in front of His Royal Highness the Prince, and left a good impression, and the host of this recruitment hall had quite a lot of complaints before, but at this moment, it was worth it.

After listening to their conversation, the crowd suddenly exploded, and this young man turned out to be the crown prince of the dynasty???!!!

The face of the examiner who presided over the assessment of their platoon also changed, and what about Leng Touqing, who said yes?

As the so-called person who knows the times is Junjie, the examiner's face instantly turned kind, and he arched his hand and said: "I don't know Mount Tai with eyes below, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is not strange, dare to ask His Royal Highness if he wants to keep this person?"

He pointed to the middle-aged scribe who looked surprised, thinking that he was frightened by the name of the crown prince, and his heart was even more disdainful.

"But this person doesn't meet the recruitment requirements, he is about to go to the ground, wouldn't it be a break to the rules to leave him?"

"Do you think he looks like he's about to go into the ground?" Yang Yan said lightly.

The eyes of the crowd were once again focused on the middle-aged scribe, putting aside the preconceived words, although this thing looked like a sick seedling, but it stood straight, and it didn't look like it was about to enter the ground, the appearance could be changed, and the body could not be changed.

But to say that he can live for a long time, it is too incredible, the longevity limit of the powerhouse of the Lingyuan Realm is there, no matter how much he prolongs his life, it is impossible to last for more than a hundred years, right?

If it's true, he's not just a national treasure, it's just a sweet spot that everyone is vying for!

Thinking of this, many people secretly resolved that even if the examiner still eliminated him, they would find a way to keep this person, at least to dig out the secret that he had lived so long.

The examiner is not a fool, everyone with a discerning eye understands the truth, how can he not understand, and he also changed his attitude at the moment, and said in a harmonious voice: "If he can prove that he can live for at least ten years, then even if he has passed this level!"

The middle-aged scribe frowned, how can he prove that a person can live for ten years? And who knows that he will not fall because of some accident in these ten years?

The examiner seemed to have given him a chance, but in fact he was just coveting the method of prolonging his life!

"Hehe, I thought that the Qianmeng was different from those mercenary sects, and it was a real holy land for martial artists, so I came here, but I didn't expect it to be a raccoon dog!"

The middle-aged scribe smiled sarcastically and laughed at himself: "I am naïve! The world is bustling, all for profit, and the world is bustling, all for profit!"

"The law of the jungle eats the strong, and the sins of the walls abound! Where in this world will there be a holy place of cultivation that does not chase fame and fortune!"

"It's me who came by mistake, farewell!" the middle-aged scribe turned and left, with an indescribable loneliness.

"Even the Qianmeng is like this, this world is so big, can I only live in seclusion in the mountains and forests and die in a foreign land?"

The middle-aged scribe sighed inwardly.

"Stop!" The chief examiner stood up and said in a fierce voice: "Dare to disrupt the people! Dare to make a big deal in public and insult the Qianmeng, how can you let you come and leave as soon as you say?"

The middle-aged scribe paused, and sneered without looking back: "Isn't it possible to change the secret robbery to open robbery? What a good alliance! Selling dog meat on the head of a sheep!

"What nonsense!"

"What a madman, crazy talker, let's take him down!"

"That's exactly how it should be!"

The slander of the middle-aged scribe, the crowd couldn't stand, regardless of whether the Qianmeng was as good as he said, at least it was a behemoth jointly formed by the six hegemonic forces, and there were countless cultivation resources of all kinds, that was the cultivation holy land in their minds!

If it is a holy place, how can it be belittled and slandered?

"A nest of snakes and rats!" the middle-aged scribe snorted, and said nonchalantly: "If you want my life to be taken, the method of prolonging life can be found in a dream!"

"Presumptuous!"

Suddenly, there was a thunderous shout, and an incomparably powerful aura shrouded it, and the emperor-like majesty was oppressed, and the crowd was silent.

The middle-aged scribe's heart trembled, and a domineering palm print fell from the sky, threatening!

"Drink!"

He let out a loud shout, and the spirit yuan in his body erupted, and he greeted him with palm to palm.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the air rippled out, and the energy swept through like a sharp blade, sharp and sharp.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the middle-aged scribe's face showed a look of pain, his wrist bone was broken, but the palm of his hand continued to suppress it majestically, not giving him another chance to fight, and a palm fell on his shoulder.

A huge force was transmitted to his knees, and the middle-aged scribe fell to his knees as soon as his legs were bent, and he was suppressed to death.

Wow!

The crowd erupted into an uproar, and all the examiners were stunned, it was so exciting and exciting!

In the midst of the lightning and flint, the middle-aged scribe who had cultivated into the eightfold cultivation of the Lingyuan Realm was suppressed and couldn't move, and his face was lost!

Although there are a lot of complaints about the middle-aged scribe, it is undeniable that if his bone age is not so big, he is definitely a top genius, looking at the brightness of the spar, the condensation of the spirit yuan is very amazing!

Since they set up the Recruitment Hall, they had never met a person as condensed as a middle-aged scribe like Ling Yuan, even those geniuses whose qualifications were judged to be excellent, they were inferior to them.

If it was said that it was a genius powerhouse of the Lingyuan Realm who suppressed him, or even a powerhouse of the Tianxuan Realm, it would be reasonable.

But what if it was a boy who was only a fourfold spirit realm?

Shocking!

Not only was the crowd stunned, but the middle-aged scribe was equally shocked and speechless when he looked up and saw that it was a noble young man who was holding his shoulder with one hand and making him unable to get up.

Don't look at his weak appearance, really start to move, under the Tianxuan Realm, he asks himself that no one is invincible!

Although Fang Cai's fight was taken by surprise by the other party, and he hurriedly fought back, he didn't have time to use his true skills at all, but even so, how could a young man with a fourfold Spirit Yuan Realm shake himself?

Not to mention subduing him so cleanly!

I don't even know what method this young man used, after being suppressed by him, the middle-aged scribe was unable to mobilize the spirit element in his body, so that he couldn't get rid of this person's control at all.

"You...... Why!!" The middle-aged scribe gritted his teeth, shocked and angry!

If it weren't for the fact that he still underestimated human nature, and didn't expect that the people of the Qianmeng would really shoot at him in public regardless of his face, and he would kill him, and he didn't even give him a little time to react, otherwise it would definitely be more than that!

His strength simply didn't have time to show up!

But now it's too late to regret it, he snorted coldly: "I didn't expect that Prince Tianyang was the same thing, despicable and dirty!"

It was not the chief examiner who suddenly erupted and suppressed him with a thunderous force, let alone someone in the crowd who claimed to take him down.

Rather, the Tianyang Dynasty who spoke for him at the beginning was the crown prince, Yang Yan!

This was the biggest reason why the middle-aged scribe didn't react in time, if it wasn't for seeing Yang Yan's indifferent eyes with his own eyes, he couldn't have imagined that Prince Tianyang, who seemed to be going to help him, would be the one who attacked him.

How ridiculous!

The middle-aged scribe's face was miserable, and he felt sorry for his innocence!

What is the identity of the Prince of Tianyang? What is his current appearance? He has never met before, why should people come forward to help him? It's not a plot!

It's ridiculous that he's still grateful, and he doesn't notice it at all!

"In your hands, it's my stupidity, there's nothing to say, if you want to kill or chop, listen to it!" The middle-aged scribe closed his eyes and waited for the final verdict.

Yang Yan said expressionlessly: "If you want to kill you, why should this palace do it yourself." ”

Well?

The middle-aged scribe suddenly opened his eyes, stared at him and asked, "Then what do you want?"

As if thinking of something, he sneered: "Hehe, you are also for the method of prolonging life?"

Yang Yan ignored his sarcasm, passed on his voice, and said coldly: "Even if you used to be a powerhouse in the Heavenly Xuan Realm, don't be presumptuous in front of this palace. ”

The middle-aged scribe trembled violently, suddenly stunned, and then said in horror: "How do you know?"

Could it be that Yang Yan stood up to stop him when the examiner drove people out at the beginning, and even spoke for him, just to recognize his identity?

Yang Yan withdrew his palm and said lightly: "This palace is not interested in your identity, if you don't want to die in the rest of your life, Qianmeng is your only choice." ”

Middle-aged scribe: "......"

Yang Yan walked up to the chief examiner, his imperial power was unabated, and he lightly spit out a word: "Get out." ”

I don't know if he was taken by Yang Yan's aura, the examiner was resentful, but he didn't dare to have any confrontation, he covered his face with his sleeves and walked away, the crowd looked at his back, and for some reason, a sentence came to his mind-

He's like a dog!

So far, although the crowd has been dizzy by such a play, how can they not understand Yang Yan's intentions.

Looking at Yang Yan's not-so-tall but majestic figure, the crowd revered from the bottom of their hearts, and even the eyes of the middle-aged scribe who had lost his soul rekindled.

Qianmeng, it seems that it is really worth looking forward to!