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"You came to interview the candidates before you woke up from a hangover, which proves that you are not satisfied with the job, and you also lack respect for the candidates you are about to face, but the academy still allows you, which shows that you should have extraordinary abilities in some aspects." Feng Qinglang answered as concisely as possible.

The old man's face immediately became cloudy, and the boy spoke too bluntly, but soon, he laughed again and nodded in approval: "That's right, that's right."

This fat man turned out to be the former, that's not easy, at least he is honest, although he has no ability, but he has good eyesight, and he can barely be regarded as a talent.

His pen was writing quickly, and it seemed that Feng Qinglang had avoided answering some questions again.

After a while, he asked again: "How do you feel about our bright light along the way?"

"If you look up, the bright light is above your head; if you lower your head, the bright light is under your feet." Feng Qinglang casually changed the sentence she saw just now, and used it to perfunctory the old man.

Unexpectedly, the old man's eyes lit up immediately, he even changed his sitting position, and raised his voice: "Not bad, boy, you actually saw that sentence, I think when I was in school, only sixteen people saw it, and I was one of them One of them. I don’t know what’s going on with you guys this time, hehe!”

Feng Qinglang pursed her lips, he really didn't think there was anything special about seeing those words, but this old man seemed to be extremely proud.

The old man found that his excitement did not resonate with others, and he was very bored, so he said: "Then what do you think of this sentence, it's not the one you changed randomly, but the original one."

"Whether you look up or down, the law always exists." Feng Qinglang replied.

The old man nodded thoughtfully, he didn't expect Feng Qinglang's answer to be better than he imagined.

He pretended to be mysterious and lowered his voice: "Boy, if I tell you that the line of writing was actually written by the sage Zuo Mo, what do you think?"

"His handwriting is a bit ugly."

"Haha!" The old man burst into laughter, "That's right, boy, although you look a bit wretched, but I like you and tell you directly that you passed the interview and prepare for the second round of exams."

That's it?Is there anything I'm particularly good about...

When Feng Qinglang thought so, the old man waved his hands impatiently, and said, "If you say you pass, you pass, I have the final say! Get out of here, and tell the next one to come in."

"..."

The half-mountain platform of Luoyun Mountain is just facing the sculpture of Zuo Mo Xianxian at the foot of the mountain. It is extremely spacious, and rows of stone piers are neatly arranged for people to sit and rest. Feng Qinglang estimated visually that this place can accommodate tens of thousands of people. It should be Usually a gathering point of Mingguang Academy.

Looking at it from here, the candidates who are constantly flowing down the mountain are like ants, which makes the candidates who pass the interview and enter the second round get a superior pleasure here.

Feng Qinglang was one of them, standing next to the stone railing, overlooking the continuing interview and examination room.

In fact, he prefers to sit on the stone pier, but Nan Xinghun obviously hopes to occupy a place beside the long stone railing.

To Feng Qinglang's surprise, Nan Yong also passed the interview. Nan Yong said bluntly that the examiner asked him to say the ten sentences that impressed him the most in his life. The first thing that came to his mind was Feng Qinglang these days He sneered at some sentences he said at the time, but he was too nervous during the interview, so he couldn't help saying these sentences first.

He thought he was going to die, but who knew that after answering this question, the examiner told him he passed.

Feng Qinglang couldn't help laughing, he himself forgot to say any special sentence, he didn't expect to affect Nan Yong so deeply, he said: "Nan Yong, I didn't expect that before you knew it, I became your Idol, but you are dead, I have a long way to go."

Ren Nanyong was so afraid of Feng Qinglang that he couldn't help but bah bah bah a few times, and then he couldn't help laughing. It was unexpected that he could pass the interview. If he let his family know, they would be deeply impressed. Proud of me.

Thinking of his old mother who was bedridden due to illness all year round, he secretly clenched his fists, mother, I must take good care of Young Master Xinghun, grow up myself, save enough money, and cure your illness...

At this time, Situ Weiyang and the others also came from the side of the mountain road. Master Situ's face was a bit ugly. He arranged a dozen followers to refer to, but only four passed. Then he saw Xinghun enthusiastically waving at him, his face was pale It's even more ugly, he only brought two followers, and he was still a mediocre thing, but he passed both of them.

He tried his best to squeeze out a smile, and greeted him: "Xinghun, don't be too excited, maybe now is also part of the assessment..."

Nan Xinghun said indifferently: "When you are happy, you should make the dust around you dance, why should I pretend to be deep?"

Situ Weiyang was suffocated, and seeing Feng Qinglang looking at him with a smile, as if he had understood his little thoughts, he couldn't help snorting, finding some fault for no reason, and turned around to scold a certain follower behind him.

With the passage of time, the refreshing feeling of the wind and the sun began to disappear, and the sunshine gradually became venomous with the movement of the angle, and there were fewer and fewer candidates below. It seems to be on the high side, which brings excitement to the people around.

There was a loud bang, and at the end of the platform, the flat stone wall on the side of the mountain slid away from it to the two sides. A huge door.

A row of people wearing gray and white samurai uniforms came out one after another. The bright moon symbol on the left breast of their jackets showed that these people were all senior students of Mingguang Academy. everyone.

The leader is tall and thin. From a distance, he looks like a bamboo pole. His eyes are slender and long. The sharp light from the depths of the eyes is like a wild beast preparing to devour its prey. Candidates who were staring at him avoided his eyes one after another.

The corner of this person's mouth was slightly raised, obviously very satisfied with this effect.

This group of Mingguang senior students scattered into the crowd, occupying various high positions, and the tall leader happened to stand on a tall column near Feng Qinglang. I was really worried that a gust of wind would blow this guy off. down the hill.

For the platform that was originally noisy like a market, it instantly became audible, and the corners of "Bamboo Pole" raised its mouth even more, and he said loudly: "Future students, I am Li Yulun. The chief executive officer of the examiner's assistant group for the actual combat test!"

The voice is not loud, but it can clearly echo in everyone's ears. This tall man named Li Yulun has obviously advanced to the stage of awakening martial artist. That's where the aloofness lies. When they heard that he was still an examiner, the awe on everyone's face was even more awe-inspiring.

Feng Qinglang couldn't help laughing. This kind of large-scale entrance examination must require a lot of manpower on the way. It is impossible for Mingguang to dispatch all the instructors, so some students will be transferred to help. In his mouth, he became the CEO of the assistant group, what a mighty name...

This smile just fell into Li Yulun's eyes, and his slender eyes showed an undisguised fierceness, so that his tone became more stern: "Perhaps, you are in the family you are in, your country, or your family. In this city, you are the proud sons of heaven, but when you come to Mingguang, you are nothing, you have to start from scratch..."

When it was time to take the medicine, Feng Qinglang threw a piece of "strawberry fruit" into her mouth, chewed it carefully, and lamented silently in her heart, the effect of this medicine is weakening every day, I only hope that the secret book in Mingguang is really effective Bar……

This immediately fell into the eyes of Li Yulun who paid special attention to Feng Qinglang. This was originally a rest time for the examinees, and it was harmless, but to Li Yulun, it was simply a crime, which would damage his supreme authority. Stepping on, others felt a blur in front of their eyes, he had already come to Feng Qinglang, bent over and said, "Boy, I'm talking, you're eating candy, right?"

When he said this, he lightly patted Feng Qinglang's face with his hands, and even the glasses that could change his appearance were slightly tilted. For the Stigmata Continent, which values ​​the dignity of warriors, Li Yulun slapped the face like this The action is undoubtedly a great insult, unless there is a deep hatred, otherwise it will not be so easily humiliated.

But Li Yulun did it lightly, just because he didn't like Feng Qinglang.