Under the fierce blow, the black stone made the sound of gold and stone colliding, but it did not crack, only weak cracks appeared.

The Cow King fan didn't give up, he groaned and shouted:

"Humph! Broken!"

"Give it to me!"

One palm after another.

Under the dual blessing of immortal power and inertia, the palm power of Ox King Fen did not change much. After five critical hits, the black stone finally shattered into a pile of gravel as big as gravel.

However, those dark gravels seem to have vitality, and they will slowly squirm, looking for small stones that are also broken, and then continue to grow like a greedy snake game.

At the moment of electric sparks, a dark stone will appear completely in front of everyone.

Cow King fans are anxious.

Both palms came out and kept hitting the black stone, breaking the black stone into small particles of gravel again and again.

Like a noodle shop master kneading noodles, Niu Wangfen was sweating profusely, but at least he managed to survive for ten breaths.

The voice of the government soldiers sounded on time and reached the ears of Zhao Qianli and others.

"The time is up. If you pass the pulse combing, the Cow King powder assessment result is: passed the first level."

By this time, Niu Wangfenfang had absorbed his magical power and returned his palms to their original state.

Zhao Qianli looked at the performance of the first few people and knew what he would do. He began to calculate his own assessment. Before coming here, Zhao Qianli had been a teacher in a training institution for thirty years. Although this was an assessment for immortal officials, nothing could change from it.

Zong.

Same test questions, different candidates, this is called structured interview.

Zhao Qianli knows that you don’t have to pass every test, you just need to do better than others.

Looking at the announcement posted by Liu Shanwu at the city gate, the recruitment of immortal officials here is based on merit. It seems that the top few people will become immortal officials, and they will not be able to escape.

Zhao Qianli was not impatient at all. While others came forward for assessment, he secretly absorbed the spiritual energy in Nanjie City to keep himself in the best condition.

One after another.

Some people failed the assessment and were sent out of the house by the soldiers. Others were lucky enough to pass the first and second tests like Niu Wang fans. And the person with the best score turned out to be the one who wanted to be a social god and could work for a year without making a single move.

Counting Ye Qing.

Ye Qing passed the three tasks of combing his veins, gaining weight and celebrating spring, but he could only purify. Due to his limited immortal power, he could not persist to the end.

"Sir, I, Zhao Qianli, would like to accept the assessment."

It's Zhao Qianli's turn.

Zhao Qianli walked to the wooden plate. He originally had a complete plan that could at least pass the second level, but Zhao Qianli suddenly had a bold idea in his mind, and he thought in his heart:

"Water, stone, mud, wood? The power of the five elements? Oh, maybe you can give it a try. Let's fight!"

Zhao Qianli mobilized his immortal power to reach his fingertips, and then pointed at the withered spring seedling.

Under the nourishment of Xianli, the spring seedlings quickly regained their vitality, the yellow leaves turned green, and the thin and flat branches began to fill up, exuding the fresh smell of grass.

Spring comes out of dead trees.

A simple, unremarkable little thing.

There is no need for any techniques, as long as the immortal power is poured into the spring seedlings, it is enough.

But Zhao Qianli soon discovered something was wrong.

After the spring seedling came back to life, it was actually growing desperately. The branches gradually became thicker and harder, new leaves were pulled out from the branches, and there was a faint tendency to bloom and bear fruit.

At this time, everything that maintains the spring seedlings is Zhao Qianli's magical power.

The fairy power was involuntarily absorbed by the spring seedlings. When Zhao Qianli tried to reduce the fairy power, the spring seedlings quickly withered and returned to their previous state.

With Zhao Qianli's cultivation, if he persists, he can at most keep Chunmiao alive for ten breaths. After passing the Fengchun level, he can no longer draw out any more immortal power. He has to give up for the remaining three tests.

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But Zhao Qianli was unwilling to give in, and the immortal power at his fingertips surged, dividing it into two parts. One immortal power continued to maintain the spring seedlings, while the other immortal power flew to the river that was the most difficult to purify.

Immortal power is like an arrow, and it plunges into the bowl of river water.

Under the purification of the immortal power, the turbid river water began to become clear, and the turbid areas continued to shrink, just like a sphere being continuously compressed. In the end, Zhao Qianli felt that the turbid things in the river water were heavier than a lead ball.

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The time has come.

"Get up!"

As soon as Zhao Qianli drank, he wrapped the turbid river water with his immortal power, lifted it up, directed the river water towards the outside of the bowl, and rushed towards the black stone next to it.

The water column is thin enough, but the turbid water is thick, and the impact is not small at all.

Under the control of Zhao Qian and Li Xianli, water holes soon appeared on that dark stone, with the scene of water dripping through the stone.

If the turbid water washes away the black stone, you will lose Zhao Qian.

However, the effect is really good.

The turbid things born in the river water were led out of the bowl by Zhao Qianli as soon as they appeared. The water in the bowl remained clear and could be seen to the bottom.

After the black stone was cut into pieces, Zhao Qianli also rushed out the black impurities on his body, and used part of his immortal power to throw the impurities away to the yellow soil next to it.

"Fertile soil is here!"

The soil instantly turned black and began to condense into moist silt. The yellow mud turned into black mud, and the fertility of the soil suddenly increased.

The only drawback is that the soil will still turn into barren loess, with a looming yellow color.

By this time, half of the time had passed, and Zhao Qianli had less than 30% of the immortal power left in his body. He simply gave it a try and uprooted the spring seedlings that consumed the most immortal power, and planted them into the soil together with the black impurities.

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A miracle happened.

As soon as the spring seedlings fell into the yellow mud, they grew wildly, took root and scattered leaves. They no longer absorbed Zhao Qianli's magical power, but began to absorb the nutrients of the soil.

Black impurities and yellow soil are mutually reinforcing, but the coexistence of the two can make the withered spring seedlings glow with a second spring. Everything in the world is truly magical.

I have learned a lot.

Zhao Qianli breathed a sigh of relief. Now he only needs to use a little fairy power as a "water pump" to pump out the turbid things in the river.

The immortal power in the body is enough to last until the end of the assessment.

Time flies, and ten breaths are here in a blink of an eye.

"Time's up! Purify, comb pulses, gain weight, pass the test in Fengchun, Zhao Qianli's assessment results: passed the four levels."

The emotionless voice of Fu Bing sounded like the sound of nature in Zhao Qianli's heart.

Zhao Qianli put away the remaining immortal power, stood up straight, and saluted Liu Shanwu. His face was neither humble nor arrogant, and he stepped aside to let the people behind him continue the assessment.

Half an hour.

There are more than half of the interviewees in the city.

Only nine people were left.

Zhao Qianli bowed his head slightly, looked ahead, and couldn't help but secretly thought:

"This elimination rate is too high. There are still five or six hundred people outside the door, but now there are only less than two palms. Alas, although the immortal officials are restrained by others and trapped by the rules of the court, the competition is too fierce.

It’s so intense that it’s more difficult than crossing a single-plank bridge with thousands of troops.”
Chapter completed!