The talented Changhong jumped up and rushed straight into the sky.

At this moment, the entire Solipsist Sect could feel this aura, and many disciples raised their heads in shock.

"That's ...... Talent?"

"It's the direction of Fifth Mountain!"

"Could it be the selection of disciples of the Law Enforcement Hall?"

"Yes, the literary test is being held at this time, but I heard that the highest talent is only ten zhang, whose talent is this, and it has broken through the limit of the formation?"

"I can feel the majestic and transcendent meaning contained in that talent, which shows the state of mind of the person answering the question, which is really terrifying. ”

"Could it be that our only sect has produced some peerless heavenly arrogance?"

All kinds of speculations and exclamations came out in every corner of the sect.

On the north shore, in a cave.

Bei Minglie raised his head sharply, looking in the direction of the fifth mountain.

Although he was in the cave, his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the rock wall, blazing, flashing seven or eight times in a row, and there was even an amazing momentum, faintly emanating from him.

After half a ring, he sneered.

"Although this person is amazingly talented, but there is nothing to be afraid of, when I cultivate this eight-star Dao method "Haoran Righteous Qi Technique" given by Senior Chen to Xiaocheng, I will definitely be able to attract the attention of the sect, and when the time comes, don't say that it is Wang Ran, it is Ye Cang, I also have the strength to fight!"

Thinking of this, his heart settled down and he entered the cultivation state again.

At the same time, there is another hidden mountain forest in the Soga Sect.

There was the sound of gurgling water, accompanied by the sound of lapping rocks, and when I looked for the sound, I saw a huge waterfall, surging in the mountain stream.

And under the waterfall, a young man sat cross-legged, without joy or sorrow, letting the water impact, holding his hands in his arms, as if encompassing the world and cultivating silently.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked at the sky.

"It's interesting that the talent has broken through the limit of the formation. ”

The young man's eyes were flat, and although he said this, he didn't seem to take this astonishing act seriously.

"Since I have realized the foundation of the Dao, five years have passed, and now the Cangtian Dao has finally achieved a small success, Jin Dan is hopeful, when the time comes, the position of the true disciple is none other than me, whether it is Meng Jiang or Chu Yingxuan, if anyone dares to stop me, I will cut it with a sword!"

Ye Cang stood up and looked at the sky, with an astonishing cold glint in his eyes.

......

Just when the disciples of the Quartet were shaking, Wang Ran, who was the protagonist, was unmoved.

His eyes were clear and indifferent, and in the amazement of the two elders, he handed over the scroll.

Huang Lao's body trembled, as if he had seen some peerless treasure, and carefully took it from Wang Ran's hand.

The white-robed elder on the side also hurriedly looked at it, and he was also curious about this answer to the literary test that could make all talents break through the limits of the formation.

The disciples around him also looked at each other with amazement.

What amazing work did Wang Ran write that would cause such a sensation?

Under the attention of everyone, I saw Huang Lao slowly reading Wang Ran's poem.

"You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns!"

As soon as the words came out, not only Huang Lao, who was reciting the poem, was shocked, but even the disciples were shocked.

What a poem!

As soon as the mouth is opened, the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, this kind of momentum, ordinary people don't even dare to think about it, and the rush to the sea is not returned, it is how majestic and magnificent, it makes people feel a heroic breath rushing to the face.

Huang Lao's heart was also pounding, and he couldn't wait to look at the second sentence, he wanted to know, the style of the first sentence was so high, how should the text be continued?

You know, if the second sentence can't be followed, it will become a work of anticlimactic.

As a result, it didn't matter if he didn't look at it, he was completely stunned when he saw it.

"You don't see, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk!"

Under the majestic sense of space in the first sentence, the second sentence cleverly uses a heavy sense of time to undertake, and the sentence "sad white hair, twilight into snow" shows how many vicissitudes of life.

The disciples were shocked, and they were silent, quietly listening to Huang Lao read the poem.

And Zhao Xiaobai, who is usually familiar with the books of sages and is full of wealth, has a strange gaze, and looks at Wang Ran with a calm face again and again.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

Wang Ran's answer to this essay test is definitely the handwriting of the great master.

But what surprised Zhao Xiaobai even more was Wang Ran's state of mind!

He thought that he had already rated Wang Ran's weight in his heart very highly, but in the end, he found that he still underestimated him.

This transcendent world, smiling at the realm of life, is more than a star and a half stronger than most Tianjiao.

Not to mention the little junior sister, she already admired Wang Ran very much, but at this moment, she was even more obsessed.

In her opinion, the poems about "the water of the Yellow River comes from the sky" and "I hope that I will never wake up after being drunk", although I don't understand the specific meaning, but it sounds very powerful!

"Roar! Senior Brother Wang is both civil and military, the first in the world!" the little junior sister cheered.

Wang Ran glanced at his little fan sister, smiled slightly, and looked even more indifferent.

The so-called Tianjiao must be unparalleled, transcendent from the world, and treat everything lightly.

took out a folding fan from the storage ring, Wang Ran put one hand behind his back, shook it gently, his eyes were deep, he didn't look at everyone, but suddenly groaned: "Don't be surprised, watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court." Go and stay unintentionally, wandering with the clouds outside the sky. ”

When the words fell, everyone's hearts shook again, and they had admired Wang Ran to the extreme.

"It is worthy of Senior Brother Wang Ran. ”

"I'm afraid that after today, Senior Brother Wang will completely squeeze into the top Tianjiao in the sect!"

"Even if it's Meng Jiang, Chu Yingxuan and others, you have to look at him differently. ”

Although after Wang Ran's Ten Stars built the foundation, some people called him the first day of pride in the sect, but it was all passed on by the disciples of the outer sect, and for the elites in the inner sect, they disdained it.

Immediately, the list of law enforcement halls' literary examinations was also released.

The first place is naturally Wang Ran, followed by Zhao Xiaobai, Yan Wanrou, and Dong Nimu...... Compared with the martial arts test, there is no difference.

And Wang Ran's first place on the double list has spread all over the world.

Even many disciples heard that before Huang Lao left the main hall of the literary examination, he shouted "This son is so strong, the old man can't reach it", which made many disciples who were unable to visit respect Wang Ran again.

It wasn't until in the main hall that after everyone had completely left, Wang Ran, who was standing with his hands in his hands and a straight body, suddenly relaxed.

He rubbed his palms, his eyes showed a weasel-like gaze, and he hummed a small song in his mouth: "It's really tiring to pretend to be a master, but after such a while, the Taoist value is not less, it seems that this kind of peerless force in the future, I have to pretend more, pretend diligently! No, the desire to become a human being, an immortal to an immortal!"

After counting the harvest of his trip to the Law Enforcement Hall, Wang Ran was in a good mood, and after the sword rose, it turned into a rainbow light, and rushed out of the main hall of the literary examination in the blink of an eye.