Ye Qinghong ignored it completely, the corners of his mouth pursed, and he looked at the examiner intently, from time to time, there were Taoist essences passing by, jade fingers holding the pen, struggling on the yellow paper, constantly deriving, cherry lips squirming and chanting: "Foot on the position, seal the spirit on the acupoint, twist the wrist, can stab, can be qualified!" is a move......

......

"The footsteps do not move, the waist twists to the right, the left hand exerts force, the left and right intersect, and it is another change, and the eighth change ......"

"The fourteenth change!" Ye Qinghong's smooth forehead was full of fine beads of sweat, she held her breath and concentrated, her pen was like a dragon, and between the outlines, the fourteenth change was suddenly revealed!

"It's over! It's almost time, let's see how Brother Mo Bei is......" Ye Qinghong gently wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead, and subconsciously glanced at Mo Bei.

At this look, Ye Qinghong's pretty face instantly turned pale, and her smart eyes gradually expanded, full of astonishment.

I saw that Mo Bei's whole person was silent, holding a pen in one hand and a paper in the other, staring at the examiner, as if an old monk had settled down.

The yellow paper in his hand was blank!

"Brother Mo Bei!"

Ye Qinghong hurriedly glanced at the sandalwood plant, and there was only a quarter of the sandalwood left!

There's no time!Why hasn't Brother Mo Bei written yet!

The blood on her face faded a lot, she was anxious, she bit her red lips tightly, and snorted softly at Mo Bei.

But Mo Bei didn't seem to hear her words, his expression was calm, motionless, and even his breathing seemed to slow down.

"The sixteenth change!" Long Haotian snorted, and as the pen walked down, the outline of the sixteenth change jumped on the paper! He breathed a long sigh of relief, with a conceited sneer on his face, and secretly thought in his heart:

"Fang Cai deliberately hid clumsy to attract the help of the little girl, and you can take this to thank you in the future and have a good relationship with that little girl, otherwise the relationship between her and the boss, I will die!

I really thought I didn't understand, I underestimated me too much! Grandpa told me in private, this copying and deriving swordsmanship is only nineteen changes at most! I can deduce eighteen changes in the time of one stick of incense, who can compare?

However, I'd better hide it a little clumsy, anyway, it's also entering the outer door, what does the eighteen change have to do with the sixteen change! Just like Fang Cai, I also saw the nineteen swords, but I said the sixteen swords to the outside!

Hehe, Mu Xiu will be destroyed by the forest wind, so you can bear it now!"

As he spoke, he subconsciously looked at Ye Qingshuang, Chen Qingzhu, Fang Luoyou and others one by one.

Ye Qingshuang's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a trace of proud coldness, and the wolf pen in the jade finger seemed to be dancing, pushing hard, without stopping.

Ji Wuxian was triumphant, turned his head to take a look, and the next moment, the conceited smile on his face stiffened, and his eyes were fixed on the yellow paper in Ye Qingshuang's hand, nineteen changes!

This, how is this possible!

The corners of Ji Wuxi's mouth twitched constantly, and he looked at Ye Qingshuang in disbelief.

Before he could finish his surprise, suddenly-

"Ah, it's finally over. But I'm tired to death, and my hands are sore. A childish voice with a hint of baby sound sounded.

Chen Qingzhu threw away the pen casually, stretched out his arms as white and tender as lotus roots, pursed the corners of his mouth, and playfully stuck out his tongue: "Deriving nineteen changes can make people spend a lot of brains." ”

As he spoke, Chen Qingzhu stood on tiptoe, raised his delicate chin slightly, looked at the yellow paper in Fang Luoyou's hand beside him, and then his eyes showed a hint of astonishment, and he exclaimed in disbelief:

"Senior Brother Fang, you are so powerful. Nineteen and a half changes have been deduced, and there is still half a change! It can be derived into twenty changes!"

Fang Luoyou ignored it, his eyes were fixed on the examiner's three swordsmanship, his brows shrunk into a ball, and in the pitch-black pupils, sharp light kept flickering.

The fine beads of sweat on his forehead gathered together, slid down his cheeks, and dripped on the yellow rune paper, reflecting a little sweat mark.

"What! How is this possible! Nineteen and a half changes! Doesn't it mean that this derivation sword technique is only nineteen changes at most!"

Ji Wuxi's heart trembled, his face became embarrassed, and he clenched his fists fiercely, thinking that he had deduced nineteen changes, which was already unmatched, who knows, these people are not below him at all, especially that Fang Luoyou, who has already surpassed him.

The gap between the two is too big!

As a genius, Ji Wuxian has no disease, and the conceit in his heart has been hit like never before!

Seeing Ji Wuxian's expression, his personal brother Ji Laoba couldn't help frowning, and immediately came over to share his worries for his eldest brother!

How to share worries? Ji Laoba, who is familiar with Ji Wuji's inner characteristics, immediately looked for soft persimmons and let the eldest brother pinch them!

Looking for it, the four geniuses didn't dare to mess with it, the others were not enough, and in the end, it was Mo Bei, who entered the eyes!

"Big brother, look, big brother, that kid in Mobei still dares to say what kind of blood demon he is ashamed of, it's really ridiculous and generous. ”

Lao Ba took over the conversation, glanced at the blank rune paper in Mo Bei's hand, and sneered: "I didn't even deduce a single move." ”

The children of the Ji family laughed loudly: "He must have taken shit luck in the first level, otherwise, with this kind of idiot who has no understanding." How is it possible to refine eleven swords?"

Many young people from other families also began to fall into the well one after another, mocking: "What kind of Qingfeng swordsmanship, it is reciting poetry again, and it is pretending, hum!"

Words like this are endless, and Ye Qing's cheeks bulged up, his pretty face flushed, and he clenched his pink fists.

She was anxious and angry in her heart, her eyes glanced at the sandalwood that was only half a little finger long from time to time, and looked at Mo Bei from time to time, and her spirit was full of anxiety.

"Brother Mo Bei!" Ye Qinghong's voice was eager, but he didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing his deduction.

As the minutes passed, the sandalwood became shorter and shorter. Ye Qinghong, who was watching, couldn't wait for time to stop, and the sandalwood would never burn.

Seeing that sandalwood was only the length of a fingernail.

Ye Qinghong's heart was already hanging in her throat, her nails were deep in the flesh, and her knuckles were white.

Long Haotian held his breath and condensed, gritted his teeth, and stared at Mo Bei's eyes flickering and flickering, constantly flickering, exuding a trace of suspicion.

The eighth over there finally felt a sigh of relief, his frivolous eyes with a hint of disdain, wandering on Mo Bei's body, yin and yang weird, sneering, and the voice fell in everyone's ears:

"It's too late, haha! What kind of blood demon? A stick of incense in time, not even a single change has been deduced, saying that he is a waste, can be regarded as looking down on him!"

"Ji Laoba, you don't have to make an inch!" Ye Qinghong couldn't stand everyone's ridicule anymore, she made a coquettish voice, her beautiful eyes flipped over, revealing a trace of anger, and glared at Ji Laoba: "No matter how good Brother Mo Bei is, he will be a hundred times stronger than you, a thousand times!

Hearing this, Ji Laoba secretly hated in his heart, gritted his teeth, and said angrily: "A thousand times a hundred times? It's a joke, that kid hasn't realized a sword until now, and he can pass the test?"

"As long as that kid can pass the test, I'll give him shoes! But if the boy can't pass the test, call me grandpa!"

Suddenly! Mo Bei moved!

Under everyone's attention, he finally moved!

His eyes widened suddenly, and he took a deep breath, his gaze like a torch. The wolf pen that had already lifted the hanging in the air, wandered quickly, like a dragon and a phoenix, and sketched on the yellow paper.

His wrists trembled sharply, and he struggled to express himself, and the wolf pen flew and the phoenix danced, where the pen passed. A sword move, quickly formed, jumped on the paper, presented in front of everyone's eyes!

"What a speed!" The eighth was taken aback at first, then rolled his eyes, and sneered again: "How fast it is? The time limit for a stick of incense is coming soon." I don't believe it, can he still go against the sky?"

He was halfway through his sentence.

On the yellow paper in Mo Bei's hand, the humanoid sword dancer, the outline of the sword move has been preliminarily formed!

Ye Qinghong's pretty face flushed with excitement, and in her big smart eyes, the color of surprise was incomprehensible, and she shouted loudly: "Brother Mo Bei, come on, you are the best!"

Ji Laoba smiled disdainfully at the corner of his mouth and looked at Mo Bei contemptuously.

Finally, under the watchful eye!

"It's time!" the examiner's cold voice suddenly crossed the sky. Fang Luoyou, Mo Bei put pen to paper at the same time.

The atmosphere is suddenly tense!

Everyone held their breath and stared, looking at Fang Luoyou and Mo Bei who were present, and their breathing became short.

The examiner put away the yellow paper of the two people in turn, and carefully reviewed each sword and style.

After half a ring, he said in a deep voice: "Fang Luoyou, nineteen changes, half style." Not into twenty changes. ”

Hearing this, the children of the family present all gasped.

As we all know, this derivation sword technique, even many elders have said in private, the highest nineteen swords! Who knows, that Fang Luoyou actually deduced more than half a change, such a comprehension, it is simply heartbreaking!

Perception first, Fang Luoyou is the first to do it!

Fang Luoyou was not satisfied, the corners of his mouth suddenly showed a helpless wry smile, and he shook his head self-deprecatingly: "It's a pity, it's a pity, there are still no twenty changes." ”

Ji Laoba breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly thought in his heart:

Even Fang Luoyou had never deduced twenty changes, so you can imagine how difficult it is to derive the sword technique. In such a short period of time, it is impossible for Mo Bei to derive fifteen swords.

As he spoke, Ji Laoba subconsciously tiptoed, stretched out his neck, and glanced at Mo Bei's yellow paper, the outline of the sword moves on the yellow paper, with a few strokes, as if there was only one change.

The examiner frowned slightly, his voice was indifferent, and he said loudly: "Mo Bei, derive ...... A change. ”

"Hahaha! I'll just say, this kid is obviously a waste!" As soon as the examiner said this, Ji Laoba's wide-eyed eyes were full of astonishment, and after a while, he couldn't help but laugh loudly, and his voice spread far away:

"The time of a stick of incense is only a change. It's just a laugh out of your teeth!"

The children of the Ji family coaxed one after another: "Really, that kid has only deduced one change." Hahaha! I'm afraid that the disciples with the worst comprehension in the Taixu Sect will be hundreds of times stronger than this kid!"

Ye Qinghong pursed her red lips tightly, clutching the corners of her clothes, feeling uncomfortable in her heart, and her eyes flashed with a trace of crystal from time to time. Listening to those unrelenting, mocking words, as if speaking of herself.

Brother Mo Bei, is he about to be eliminated?

Fang Luoyou shook his head, and only said in his heart, it's a pity, it's a pity!

Ye Qingshuang's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, her indifferent eyes moved from Mo Bei, and she no longer looked at him.

Mo Bei, who was overwhelmed by the surging of his gaze, looked calm and consistent, standing with his hands in his hands, and his face did not change in the slightest.

Suddenly!