The only way

Chapter 620 First
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Question [-]: There is a beast in Beishan, with red eyes like blood, four hooves that ride on the wind, one horn but no tail, it eats human blood, eats human flesh, and swallows souls, what is it called?
In the empty space, Lingchu stretched out his hand and rubbed the space between his brows, before answering the last question.

The voice is clear and lingling, like spring water flowing in the mountains, even though I don't know how long I have been answering the question, it is still gentle and soft.

There are six hundred questions, and I don't know who asked the questions. They are all kinds of questions, sometimes they have to do it, sometimes they have to speak, and sometimes they even need to take action.

For example, among the beast's [-] questions, there was one question that didn't have any words at all, and when it came up, a black shadow rushed towards the person, and Lingchu shattered the black shadow with his conditioned reflex.

As a result, after the black shadow was shattered, problems emerged in the void.

Ask, what was that black shadow just now?
Among the hundred beast questions, this was the only one Lingchu didn't answer.

Before the black shadow had time to do anything, it had already been crushed by Lingchu. Even if the divine sense caught it, it was just a flash of black mist. Several monsters.

Finally got it wrong.

As a result, the beast asked a hundred, and there was only one mistake.

Some of these six questions are extremely simple, while others are very unconstrained.

At the end of the last six questions, Lingchu answered a total of 590 six questions correctly.

Only four mistakes.

Nodding in satisfaction, Lingchu thought about his senior brother Yan Bei. How is the situation of the second senior brother now?
Logically speaking, these questions, although some questions are very unconstrained, but most of them are quite satisfactory.

If he had listened carefully to the lectures in the outer sect back then, or if he had spent a little more time going to the Buddhist scripture pavilion before the start of the competition for true disciples, and answered the five hundred questions correctly, it should not be a big problem.

Back then, the second senior brother actually failed in this literary competition, it is really true.
Before Lingchu could finish thinking, golden bubbles popped out of his consciousness. The woman in green clothes who was standing in the arena like a wooden figure suddenly opened her eyes, and the golden bubbles in front of her eyes also burst with a bang. .

Following the shattering of the golden bubbles, a voice immediately descended from the clouds above.

"Taiqing Mountain Yu Taiwei, 590 six questions, pass."

The sound was mighty and mighty, spreading throughout the entire mountain.

Such a quick result made Lingchu more and more sure that this literary competition was just a basic threshold, and it was not difficult.

Thinking in this way, Lingchu couldn't help but look sideways at his senior brother Yan Bei who was not far away from him. Seeing that he was still struggling in the golden bubble, he sighed slightly.

Looking away, looking to the other side, Lingchu's gaze met Senior Sister Mingyue again.

Senior Sister Mingyue has also come out of Wenzheng Six Questions. At this time, she noticed Lingchu's gaze, and she also looked sideways, her eyes slightly curved. Obviously she also heard Lingchu's results, and her cold expression softened a lot.

Lingchu smiled back, and didn't ask Senior Sister Mingyue if she passed, because she had already guessed the answer to this question.

Looking around again, Lingchu found that there were 39 people on the field, and the bubbles in front of more than a dozen people had disappeared. At this moment, they were sitting cross-legged on the ground casually, meditating and adjusting their breath, and constantly adjusted their states. Obviously, everyone They are all preparing for the next fight.

And none of the dozen or so people left the Daotai.

Not leaving the Daotai means that so far, no one has been eliminated in the Six Questions of Wen Zheng.

For a while, Lingchu's mood became more complicated.

There is no time limit for the literary competition, because the difficulty is not high, and the monks present are all Jindan monks, basically no one will dawdle on purpose, so, within an hour, the 39 people on the field have opened their eyes one after another. It came out of the Six Questions of Wen Zheng.

Lingchu woke up for less than half an hour, and also heard the scores of a dozen monks, and the correct rate was basically around 550 questions. Like Lingchu, there were very few who reached 590 questions or more.

Similarly, none of the questions below [-] have been asked so far.

Another half an hour passed, there were 39 people on the court, and only two people remained in the competition.

Coincidentally, both of them knew each other at the beginning of Lingchu.

One is Senior Sister Hongying.

One is her senior brother, Yan Bei.

At the beginning of Lingchu, he was also closing his eyes to rest his mind, meditating and adjusting his breath, but at this time, he couldn't sit still, although it would be a good thing if Wen Zheng could eliminate one or two opponents.

But, when that person is likely to be your senior brother, it's a bit complicated.

From the bottom of my heart, Lingchu didn't want his senior brother to stop at the Six Questions of Wen Zheng, especially since this was the second time.

"Hongying, five hundred and one questions, pass."

Above the clouds, the mighty voice sounded again, and Lingchu followed the sound, and saw Senior Sister Hongying's petite body trembling slightly, she withdrew her consciousness from the golden bubble, her face was full of horror , after hearing the voice, he obviously let out a sigh of relief, and cold sweat almost broke out on his snow-white forehead.

She stretched out her hand and patted her chest, a happy smile appeared on Hongying's face, and her voice was neither high nor low, "Fortunately, fortunately."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked around, and saw that almost everyone had already passed the literary competition, their faces were a little embarrassed, and then their eyes fell on Yan Bei, with a flash of light in their eyes, and muttered, "Still Well, there is also Senior Brother Yan."

No matter how low the voice was, all the monks present could hear it clearly.

Lingchu pursed her lips, really not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

Above the clouds, the Yuanying elders of Sanqing Taoist Sect laughed together, especially Zhenjun Jingxi of Feihua Peak. Zhenjun glanced at it.

"Duanyi, won't that second disciple of yours become the only one eliminated in the Six Questions of Wen Zheng again?"

Obviously, Yanbei was also the only one who was eliminated by Wenzheng Six Questions back then, and Master Jingxi's meaning of reading a joke is also obvious.

Zhenjun Duanyi was not at all embarrassed, and raised his eyebrows with a proud smile, "Why don't you talk about my little apprentice, 590 six questions, first."

"Then what's the matter, true disciples don't read literature to compete for the first place." Jingxi Zhenjun also smiled tepidly.

"Oh? That's it. You said it too. Don't look at the literary dispute. The combined disciples of Feihua Peak and the first peak are not enough to beat my second disciple." Zhenjun Duanyi is really not afraid of talking with others, especially It is Maharaja He Jingxi.

"If you want to fight, you have to pass the literary competition."

"Then just wait and see."

The two Nascent Soul True Monarchs kept their mouths open, and the surrounding Nascent Soul True Monarchs were silent, none of them dared to speak and get involved.

And underneath, Yan Bei, who had been grinding for another half an hour, finally slowly opened his eyes.

(End of this chapter)