The Eternal Martial Emperor
81

Yang Wei did not directly shoot, but stood still in front of the stone plate without moving, watching the steady flow of grey streams in the groove attentively, without blinking his eyes.

Everyone also looked at Yang Wei with deep breaths, without making any sound.

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

Time passes by every minute.

The incense lit also continued to burn, becoming shorter and shorter.

However, Yang Wei was just standing in his place, and he hadn't seen her for a long time.

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

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

Everyone looked at Yang Wei in surprise.

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

If not, that's awesome!

With such an incredible style, did he really have the ability to choose?

And yet.

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

"There's no choice!"

As soon as those words came out, the audience was dumbfounded.

Immediately, an explosion of ridicule erupted from the crowd.

"Looking at her neat movements earlier, I thought she could really pick him. It was pretending!"

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

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

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

He originally thought that his mental strength had been concentrated enough to discern a slight gap.

But as the beads in the groove rolled, he realized that he was thinking wrongly.

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

No way, he could only install it until the end. Pretend to be a style expert, and pick five stones at random at the same time.

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

Who knows, none of them were chosen.

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

In the eyes of everyone who was insulting, Yang Wei retreated in embarrassment.

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

The deacon still asked weakly, "You only have more than an hour to meditate. Are you sure you want to be judged now?"

Zhao Xie nodded fearlessly: "OK!"

Among the formal disciples, there was another scorn.

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

Zhao Xie looked at Yang Wei with a disdainful look: "You've lost our faces in Sheshan City yourself, do you think I can do it?"

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

Zhao Xie acted confidently, as if he had never put an entrance exam in his eyes.

The more Yang Wei could not do, the more he had to do it, so he could show that he was better than Yang Wei.

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

The deacon did not say much anymore, and immediately pushed the turntable to let the stone beads roll again.

Zhao Xi, who was originally well-shaped, was instantly perplexed when she saw the steady flow 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 beads rolled into the gray stream, even the outline was not clear enough, let alone to see its size.

I was in the same place for a long time, and Zhao Xie did not dare to do anything.

Many people were already whispering and betting that Zhao Xie would definitely not win.

After hearing these words, Zhao Xie was already sweating.

He even began to regret his assessment now.

But it's too late.

Your choice of judgment should be completed on your knees.

With his intuition, Zhao Xie had trouble choosing the stone beads inside the groove.

He was very careful about the assessment, and every time he took one, he hesitated before he shot. Then he paused for a moment, then went to pick the next one.

After the selection of five pieces, an incense stick had been burned to the end.

The stone beads on the stone plate stopped turning.

Zhao Xie took a deep breath and spread out his palm, revealing 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 ridiculed even more rashly.

"Hahaha, how? I said he couldn't pick one?"

"I would just say, I see so many people with this arrogance. I guess I'm sure every time, but every time I fail!"

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

"Don't you say that you have imperfect judgment, isn't that difficult for you? Why hasn't anyone been chosen?"

"You ..." Zhao Xie looked at Yang Wei embarrassedly, and looked at the formal disciples who were still mocking him, and he wanted to find a hole to drill into.

A teenager wrapped his arms around his chest and said proudly, "The three prospective students who came to the exam in a row were all not selected!"

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

The young man was wearing a jade head, and his eyes revealed a pride that was hard to hide, he was clearly born a noble.

And his kingdom had reached the peak level of the third level samurai. Among the formal students who looked excited, they could be considered as top teachers.

Hearing the words of the Yuxi boy, Yang Wei and Zhao Xie walked away slumped, and continued to answer facelessly.

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

Half a ring, no one answered.

No one goes forward with the assessment.

More than ten teenagers meditate, stay away from each other.

"Will you go first?"

"No, no, no, I haven't focused, you go first!"

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

For a moment, the scene was deadlocked.

“No one wants to be rated?” The deacon asked lightly.

Still no one responded.

No one has advanced to the assessment.

All the formal disciples showed mocking smiles, shook their heads and regretted that the current prospective disciples were too bad.

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While everyone was laughing at him.

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

He walked hurriedly to the stone pan, and said to the deacon in a clear tone like going out to buy food, "I want to be judged."

The laughter ended suddenly.

Suddenly, everyone turned their heads, and their eyes fell on the young man's appearance.

The boy was wearing a black robe, his black hair was blowing in the wind, and his pair of disciples were as black as jewels.

No doubt, this young man was Lin Yun.