Eternal Martial Emperor

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Yang Wei didn't shoot immediately, but stood still in front of the stone plate motionlessly, watching the steady stream of gray stream in the groove intently, without blinking his eyes.

Everyone also looked at Yang Wei with a deep breath, without making any noise.

For a time, the entire scene was extremely quiet, and the sound of the leaves falling could be heard clearly.

Time passes by every minute.

The ignited incense is also constantly burning, becoming shorter and shorter.

However, Yang Wei just stood where he was, and he didn't see it for a long time.

At some point, a faint light burst into his eyes, as if he had spotted something, and shot like lightning.

He reached out with both hands at the same time, and scooped out several small stone beads in the groove one after another.

Everyone looked at Yang Wei in wonder.

He didn't take a shot in the middle, and decisively and completely in the shot.

If it does n’t, it ’s amazing!

With such a masterly style, does he really have the ability to choose?

however.

When Yang Wei laid the selected five stones on his palm, the deacon shook his head in disappointment.

"No selection!"

As soon as the words came out, the audience was astonished.

Immediately, a burst of mockery erupted from the crowd.

"Looking at his neat movement just now, I thought he could really choose it. It turned out to be a pretense!"

"You think too much, you just came to the first day and meditated for just one hour, how could you really choose?"

"Who said that I felt OK? Ha ha, now I know how difficult the assessment is?"

Hearing the ridicule of the formal disciples, Yang Wei's face suddenly turned red into a pig's liver color, as if he had been slapped.

He originally thought that his mental strength had been concentrated enough to distinguish the slight gap.

But when the beads in the groove rolled up, he realized that he was thinking wrong.

When he realized that he had grown up, he was already riding a tiger.

There is no way, he can only install it to the end. Pretend to be a master of style, and choose five stones randomly at the same time.

I was thinking about one or two of them, so I could save a little face.

But who knows, none of them have been selected.

It's a shame to be lost in my hometown!

In the scornful eyes of everyone, Yang Wei stepped back in shame.

Immediately after, Zhao Xie came to Shipan again: "I'll try it!"

The deacon still asked faintly: "You only have more than one hour to meditate. Are you sure you want to be assessed now?"

Zhao Xie nodded without fear: "OK!"

Among the formal disciples, there was another sneer.

This time, even Yang Wei reminded Zhao Xie warmly: "This assessment is indeed not as easy as I thought. I was just too embarrassed. You are advised not to rush to the assessment, it is better to meditate for a while.

Zhao Xie looked at Yang Wei with a scornful look: "You have lost our face in Sheshan City by yourself, do you think I can do it?"

"I'm not you, a mere entry test, can't help me Zhao Xie!"

Zhao Xie acted with confidence, as if he never put the entrance examination in his eyes.

The more Yang Wei can't do, the more he must do it, so that he can show that he is better than Yang Wei.

Zhao Xie was used to donkey lungs with good intentions. Yang Wei was so angry that he stopped talking and waited to see Zhao Xie's good show.

The deacon didn't say much anymore, and immediately driven the turntable to let the stone beads roll again.

Zhao Xi, who was originally well-formed, was immediately at a loss when he saw the steady stream of gray, and suddenly couldn't start.

Only then did he realize that the difficulty of this assessment far exceeded his expectations.

When the stone bead rolls into a gray stream, even its outline is not clear enough, let alone to discern its size.

I was in the same place for a long time, and Zhao Xie didn't dare to do anything.

Seeing this, the formal disciples on the sidelines were already showing mocking smiles at the corners of their mouths.

Many people are already whispering and betting that Zhao Xie will definitely not win.

After hearing these words, Zhao Xie was already sweating.

He even started to regret the assessment now.

But it's too late.

The assessment of your choice must be completed on your knees.

With his intuition, Zhao Xie had a hard time choosing stone beads in the groove.

He was very cautious about the assessment, and every time he picked one, he hesitated before he shot. Then he paused for a while, then went on to pick the next one.

After the selection of five pieces, a joss stick has burned to the end.

The stone beads in the stone plate just stopped rolling.

Zhao Xie took a deep breath and spread out his palm, exposing the five stones in his palm.

"No choice." The deacon glanced and shook his head indifferently.

After hearing the results announced by the deacon, the formal disciples mocked even more recklessly.

"Hahaha, how's it? I'll say he can't choose one?"

"I'll just say, I see so many people of this arrogance. I think I'm sure every time, but every time I fail!"

Even Yang Wei fell down on Zhao Xie and said, "What? Don't you think you are better than me?"

"Don't you say that you have a rudimentary assessment, can't it be difficult for you? Why haven't any one been selected yet?"

"You ..." Zhao Xie looked at Yang Wei with shame, and looked at the formal disciples who were still mocking him, and he was anxious to find a hole to drill in.

A teenager wrapped his arms around his chest and said proudly, "Three prospective disciples who came to the assessment in succession were all unselected!"

"The current disciples are so poor, but still mocking each other here? Hey ... how sad!"

The young man wore a jade head, and his eyes revealed the pride that was hard to conceal. He was obviously born aristocrat.

And his realm has reached the peak level of the third-level samurai. Among these formal disciples who look lively, they can be regarded as top masters.

Hearing the words of the Yuxi boy, Yang Wei and Zhao Xie walked away slumped, and continued to answer without a face.

The deacon was no stranger to this scene, he shouted lightly: "Next."

Half a ring, no one responded.

No one came forward to the assessment.

More than ten adolescents meditating, shirk from each other.

"Will you go first?"

"No, no, no, I'm not focused yet, you go first!"

"I'm not in the best shape either, you go first!"

For a moment, the scene came to an impasse.

"No one wants to be assessed?" The deacon asked lightly.

Still no one responded.

Still no one came forward to the assessment.

The formal disciples all showed mocking smiles, shaking their heads and lamenting that the current prospective disciples are too bad.

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While everyone was laughing at it.

He had been standing in the corner before, and the humble boy moved.

He walked unhurriedly to the stone pan, and said to the deacon in a tone as plain as going out to buy food, "I want to be assessed."

The laughter came to an abrupt end.

All of a sudden, everyone turned their heads, and their eyes fell on the sudden appearance of the young man.

The boy was wearing a black cloak, his black hair was flowing in the wind, and his pair of black pupils were as bright as gems.

No doubt, this boy is Lin Yun.