In fact, it is difficult to observe the reason for the silence of the people, maybe there is a feeling that Jian Eleven cannot be broken, but from the demeanor and movements of some people and the joy that slowly emerges from the bottom of their eyes.

They hope so, they hope that Sword Eleven can't do it.

Even if they were going to attribute the defeat to themselves, they still planned to attribute it to the wrong content of the assessment, and they all sincerely hoped that such a story would end to prove that there were no few people in the world.

There are no few people who can break the rules, they are not the majority who are stunned and slapped in place, when there is no starring role on this stage, it is a carnival of all kinds of supporting roles, and there is nothing more psychological comfort than this.

Covering his mouth with regret, no one can see the smile on the corner of his mouth, whether the exclamations in the audience are showing unexpected regret, or venting the unspeakable happiness in his heart.

No one wants to be an accessory and a background, no one wants to set off the majesty of others with a face full of dismay, no matter at any time, the teenager believes in the supremacy of strength, and the source of power is his belief in himself.

The right road is not necessarily a flat straight road, it is inevitable that there will be some twists and turns, some bends, and even misguide.

Then they go astray, then they are villains, they are not willing to accept defeat calmly, and all the beings in the audience long for themselves to be the ones who have the last laugh, no matter what.

So the mood in the mountains became more and more agitated, and they found an opportunity to survive in the darkness, and the trembling brow of the angry candidate represented impatience.

Since Sword Eleven can't do it, then there is a problem with the content of this martial arts review, he is the first in a hundred refinements, and he is Qin Chuan's white sword idiot.

This is the convincing truth, the great truth.

"These assessments are simply absurd..."The words became more and more urgent, like ears of wheat that burst and scattered in the wind.

The invigilator frowned, as if he sensed the impending scene, even if he was iron-faced and selfless, he must have some tricky things to deal with, when anger turned into public anger, whether the source of these emotions was upright, or funny and careful, but it must be respected, because this is the anger of the supporting characters in the story, which is the strength of the majority.

A few people have the right to be strong and overlook all living beings, so the majority naturally has the ability to attack them in groups.

...

It's hard to imagine that things will take such a turn for the worse when you're listening to the barrage of questions and attacks, but don't worry about the strength of the ending, because one person reacts a little faster than the rest of the room.

Sword Eleven had just turned back to the corner and stood still, the last syllable of the roaring words had not yet bloomed.

He walked out, not the easy kind.

The slightly cramped pace is jerky, and the face distorted by extreme excitement is full of surprise.

Get what you want, this is Yun Zhao's inner monologue at this moment.

He has a lot of bad memories in the city of Chang'an, most of which come from the word limelight, he has been robbing the limelight, and he can see tragic scenes anytime, anywhere.

In Chengping's years, he was the darling of the whole city, he was the three heroes of Chengping, and no one dared to treat him like this.

What is a gentleman?

Merry, free and easy, extraordinary.

Can you be specific?

I, Yun Zhao.

There was a thunderclap in the sky, and the actor finally appeared on the stage.

Yun Zhao's pace was not fast, and he was even a little sluggish compared to usual, and the reason why he didn't use slow to describe it as slow was because he staggered between marches, and the excitement that was difficult to calm down had seriously hindered his walking.

The Source Stone Tablet is difficult to destroy with Source Qi, so those who can open the pulse and practice among the candidates will have no advantage.

In the competition about physical brute strength, then who can compare to Yun Zhao, he is the Zhao Ye of Chengping City, the nightmare of the Qianmu Grassland, the hammer man of the Chang'an blacksmith shop, and finally, he has seen the scenery many times on the watchtower of Huben Military Town...

He walked to the center of the examination room, to the cracked source stone tablet.

Sinking his waist, with a straight punch that was extremely simple, the source stone tablet with extremely deep cracks suddenly shattered.

The story is not over yet, this is not the source stone tablet that belongs to him, and the cracks in it are left by Sword Eleven before.

So he turned around and raised his legs, and a light cavalry guard was about to replace it with a brand new source stone tablet, but he was still a little stunned when he saw the rubble all over the ground.

The light cavalry guards stood stunned, and the beings in the field were silent again.

Power and then kick sideways.

Simple, then powerful.

Everything in the world follows this principle, the fastest, most straightforward and most capable of killing, Yun Zhao is the most devout believer among them, so the stone tablet in the arms of the light horse guards disappeared with the wind.

The fallen leaves in the air were crushed into powder, and they turned invisible when they touched the rubble in the sky.

Yun Zhao enjoyed all of this, he missed the thrill of unleashing his power, even if it was quiet around, his movements were still so skillful.

It is so natural that it feels natural, and the whole person is like a knife cut by the autumn wind to the cold.

...

Push the time disk back to the original position again, that moment of silence in the field, when everyone fell into depression and sluggishness, it turned out that it was not the first hundred refining that caused all this, not too white sword idiot.

It was a young man from Chengping, he got his wish, and he was proud of the autumn wind.

The previous ugly ecstatic expression caused the fear of falling into the abyss, and the smirk of the young man in front of him was more like a muffled thunder hitting the hearts of all beings, and the original origin stone tablet could be crushed into pieces like tofu.

The moment when the scattered gravel finally fell, everyone's fear was quickly awakened by the gravel, and the godless and empty eyes looked around like a chicken in the rain, and the down-and-out scholar who was expelled from the Qinglou by the old bustard.

"These assessments are simply absurd..."The words were still not finished after all, and they became more and more inaudible at the end of the sentence.

Jian Eleven propped his chin and looked thoughtfully at the young man in the center of the field.

The fact that a person who cannot practice accomplishes what a practitioner cannot do is the biggest joke and the most legendary chapter.

Xie Anshi in the crowd was motionless and became an inconspicuous piece of gravel in the corner.

...

The twilight is already thick, and the rose-red sunset envelops the stone platform, and the wind falls quietly, and the warmth is within reach.

Thousands of candidates naturally did not immerse themselves in the peaceful atmosphere, and waited eagerly on tiptoe for the moment when the candidates for the examination were announced.

As time went on, the sky even shimmered with a little starlight, and the list that everyone was eager for was still not posted by the teachings.

The silence on the stone platform has long been replaced by a buzzing discussion similar to that of wild bees looking for flowers, whether it is confident and worry-free, or panicked, between the trance of gain and loss and the tension and anxiety, among which more are candidates who do not have hope for the test, and break the jar.

Then what these people are looking forward to is naturally the most exciting part, two tests, two lists, two tops.

Wenju people, military judges, who is the flower?

Nan Nan, who was constantly stroking his head with a big hand, shouted helplessly: "Yun Zhao, even if I beg you, you have been chattering dozens of times for this moment." After speaking, he thought about it again, and quickly added, "Your monstrous divine power is engraved in my heart." ”

Yun Zhao touched his nose when he heard this, withdrew his hand a little embarrassed, and smirked.

Qianqin squatted on the ground with a serious face, constantly urging Yuwentai to describe the details in the martial arts commentary, although his demeanor was full of disdain that Lao Tzu gave to his son, similar to if I hadn't gone to Wenju, what could I do with Yun Zhao's stupid hat.

However, Yu Wentai has another opinion, which is obviously more like Lao Tzu loves his son, why does his face and mouth ooze strong fatherly love?

...

"This person must be snatched!"

"Don't let those old horsemen in the royal courtyard take it away!"

The big red list on the stone platform was placed on a tea table at random, and dozens of military generals who rushed to the table after hearing the news discussed around the table, lowering their voices and not knowing what they were discussing.

Several Imperial Academy students who had finished reviewing the Wenju test papers stood at the door, peeking at the movement in the room in some surprise, waiting for the list to be posted for a long time.