Some of the pioneers tend to become dead. At least now Yu Wentai in the center of the clearing was very remorseful of his actions, threw the double hammer aside, covered his swollen and painful wrist, and the source stone tablet in front of him did not move at all.

The people on the sidelines couldn't talk about schadenfreude, except for Yun Zhao, who looked a little disdainful and looked a little underwhelmed, the rest of the candidates knew very well what the scene in front of them represented.

Although Yuwentai is only dusty, he is already a more prominent existence among hundreds of martial arts candidates, and his performance in the first level is perfect, of course, on the premise of selectively ignoring those monsters.

Looking at this shiny tendon and flesh, you can know that its physical training is not slack, coupled with the blessing of the cultivation realm, such a body foundation only leaves a few painless cracks on the source stone tablet, such a contrast suddenly makes the atmosphere in the field drop to a freezing point again.

The candidates who were originally pointing at the source stone tablet and discussing with each other quickly closed their mouths, and a mood called self-doubt gradually spread, accompanied by the slightly wet and cold mist in the mountains, and the faint commotion between the waiting students only quietly disappeared after two ripples were faintly set off.

...

The source stone stele was replaced one after another, and the crisp cracking sound was not heard for a long time, but there were more and more students waiting on the side after the assessment, so the people who sighed naturally were also in groups.

Although the Tang Dynasty ruled the world with martial arts back then, causing monstrous public resentment and foreign blood and tears, it has never treated the world's talents equally, except for the contempt and contempt that comes from the bones that are too difficult to eliminate, the superficial attitude towards the candidates from the other six countries is still the same, and it does not treat people differently because of strength and weakness, and has never given more lenient treatment to the Tang people.

At this time, the remorse in the mountains and clearings is more aimed at their own bodies, even the people of the six countries have not questioned the fairness of the assessment, the pay and the harvest have always been the same end, at least this time the martial arts assessment has brought them a stronger spiritual impact, whether it is motivation or resistance depends on themselves.

However, compared to most introspection, there are also some people who can't bear the blow and blame the problem elsewhere.

There is no shortage of true geniuses in the world, and the story of gold shining will only be late but never absent.

There are some candidates who are still stubbornly resisting, clamoring for why they need the so-called physical strength when they can open their pulses and practice, and the conclusion that they have lost a lot is supported by many depressed candidates.

Often the final struggle is a cover for the last face, and the invigilator still looks on coldly, without the slightest hint of explanation, and the slightly raised arc of the corners of his mouth may be showing disdain.

This kind of joke-like attitude obviously angered many people, just as a person who has been in drought for a long time longs for clear spring water, and a lonely person who licks his wounds longs for some care, only to see someone pour footwash water on his face and put on a posture of compassion.

They feel that they have an excuse to vent their anger and are about to regain their name, but someone tears the scars to bloody again, this is a stage, and only the strong can live in it.

...

The beautiful scenery of the mountains is dazzling under the bright sun, and the mountains and fields under the dome are verdant.

The clouds are flickering, and there is no definite number between them gathering and dispersing.

There is a quiet lake between the mountains and mountains, and the water of this lake is also blue in the shadow of the trees, and there is not a single ripple in the clarity, and a man in a gray shirt sits next to it.

The mountain breeze came from nowhere, the moisture in the forest sublimated, and the surrounding mist began to linger and become more and more intense.

The raindrops are like mist and dust forming a green veil on the tranquil lake, and the vision becomes blurred, and the scenery is like a flocculent.

The gray-shirted man floated on the water, slowly pushed into the lake by the mountain wind.

After a while, the daylight dimmed, as if time had changed, and in an instant, a drizzle fell.

When the incense burned out, but the raindrops had nowhere to place, and the Wenju assessment had been over for a long time, Qianqin sat on the wooden railing, ignoring the strange eyes that looked at him, looking like he was waiting for the final assessment result at dusk.

Compared with some candidates who were discussing the test questions with each other, or denouncing the cunning of teaching and studying, or blushing and having a thick neck in the face of different answers, Qianqin sat quietly and alone, of course, it was not that he did not go to join in the fun, it was a little surprising, but that he did not scold those noisy students to doubt life, which is really extremely rare.

He looked at the vermilion eaves in the distance with an expressionless face, his gaze slowly moved from the majestic bird head at the corner of the eaves to the sky, and it looked a little gloomy under the drizzle, but he was not waiting for the results of his assessment, nor was he looking at the sky and sad about the spring and autumn.

He knew that there was a mountain in the seemingly empty sky, and that there was a young man in the mountain.

...

There was silence in the clearing, and all beings fell into a deep depression, some lowered their usually proud heads, and some even became a little numb and sluggish because of a series of blows.

Push the time forward a little, and when those lost candidates wanted to struggle for the end, the disdain in the eyes of the invigilator became more and more intense, and someone appeared at this juncture, and it should have appeared.

Sword Eleven is like stepping on the point to report, and the most critical time shines on the stage.

The storyteller in the market pressed the person in the mouth, no matter how tragic and bloody the scene was, I did not move, and waited until the moment when the beauty Xiang Xiaoyu died, shouted and quietly killed obliquely, from the south line to the north, a few knives will kill the enemy under the horse, and finally the mighty pillar knife stands, blood droplets fall from the ends of the hair, chic to the extreme, heroic and incomparable.

As for why you have to wait until the end to show up, the doorway is complicated, the most important point is to be free and easy, how to deliberately chic into a natural heroic temperament, at this moment pacing out of the sword eleven is obviously impeccable.

But there is a difference here, some people practice makes perfect, and Sword Eleven is talent, an abominable talent.

"These assessments are simply—" One of the examinees looked angry, and his words of denunciation came to an abrupt end.

For the first time, Sword Eleven untied the straw rope that bound the long sword behind him, but he did not further remove the black cloth that wrapped around the sword, which was obviously a kind of confidence in his own strength in the eyes of everyone.

He raised the blade of his sword and swung it slowly back and forth twice at the source stele, as if aiming at the point of fall.

At this time, his expression of concentration reminded many people of his feat in the first level of archery assessment, he can shoot all over the mountain without arrows, so now he can smash stone tablets without a sword blade?

More and more eyes began to wander, a kind of sourness that was difficult to face reality.

It turned out that he was the genius, and we were the grass chickens, and this opinion began to rise to the level of consensus.

The examinee, who had condemned half of the time, betrayed his appearance of forced composure with trembling at the corners of his eyes, and stubbornly raised his chin, like a fat goose that was killed by the neck, so funny.

Syllable!

The sword collided with the stone tablet with a crisp sound.

Sword Eleven's movements can't even be said to be slashing with a sword, and the swinging arm is more like slapping with the blade of a sword.

The crowd closed their eyes in pain at the sound, and the lieutenant stepped forward again to record the shattering of the stele to determine the results.

However, Jian Eleven frowned, shook his hands holding the sword, and said with some annoyance: "I can't fight." ”

Then he naturally put away his sword and tied the straw rope, and turned back to the corner in a daze.

Everyone looked at the cracked lines of the stele, although it was much stronger than any previous attempt, but it failed to break into a pile of rubble.

It turns out that he can't break it.

Compared to the silent crowd, there was one person who reacted quickly, and that was the angry candidate, who was ecstatic and wanted to say the second half of the sentence.

"These assessments are just..."

However, one person reacted more quickly and walked quickly to the center of the examination room.