When these Confucian scholars broke in, they made loud noises, attracting the guests of the restaurant. At this moment, they all poked their heads out and looked at the young man in the lobby with the mentality of watching the fun without much trouble.

Many guests recognized that this person was named Chunyu Qiong, the grandson of Chunyu Kun, a senior veteran of Jixia. He was known for his eloquence among his peers and was extremely sharp. Most people dare not provoke him.

They were very curious that they could let Chunyu Qiong lead the crowd to provoke and could not gain any advantage in their words. Who is this unknown Yang Zheng?

As countless people watched, Chunyu Qiong's eyes were cold, "This year's entrance examination, our Confucianism is responsible for presiding, so we will also determine the review rules. Don't worry, I will treat everyone equally!"

Having said that, he had already made full preparations.

The assassination case of Luanyun Mountain involves the prince and the court. In order to protect his face, the prince ordered the news to be blocked and did not dare to let the details be leaked. The whole city did not know Yang Zheng's style, but Chunyu Qiong knew it.

The Meng family secretly sent someone to tell him that Yang Zheng could control the dragon vein energy and his soul power must be very strong. This time he provoked in public, he must not underestimate the enemy, and he must increase the difficulty for Yang Zheng.

The so-called equal treatment is just a pretending attitude.

He took out a brush from his sleeve and threw it to Yang Zheng from the air, saying, "According to the rules of the academy, all participants must be above the three realms. The foundation of your early examination is nothing more than power, energy, and spirit."

Yang Zheng held it in his hand and weighed it casually. He felt that the weight was too light and he didn't know what tricks the other party wanted to play.

"The pen in your hand is called Taishan Pen. There are precision array patterns engraved inside the pen holder. Once it is infused with true energy, its weight will increase rapidly and change different colors at the same time."

He said it out in advance, looking open and open-minded, and had no intention of calculating Yang Zheng.

But only he himself knows that this pen has been specially made for hand and foot, which is completely different from an ordinary Taishan pen. There are double patterns engraved inside the pen, which means that the actual weight it increases is twice as heavy as the surface!

Yang Zheng is a genius, so what? What he wants to cheat today is a genius.

"Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, every time you change a color, the Taishan Pen will increase by 100 kilograms. After it turns into purple, it will weigh up to 700 kilograms. You are only allowed to use three fingers. If you can withstand 500 kilograms and wave it freely, this level will be passed."

During the Warring States Period, there were only two units of weight, namely Jin and Yi. The kilogram at that time was different from now. One kilogram was 16 taels, and one hundred kilograms was equivalent to the current 160 kilograms, which was very heavy.

According to the rules of the Academy, 500 kilograms is considered to meet the standard. This is because for the martial arts practitioners in the third realm, the finger strength can reach 500 kilograms, which is quite good. If it were replaced by fists, the candidates would definitely be able to punch more than a thousand kilograms with one punch.

Of course Yang Zheng could do this, but the problem is that there is a secret hidden in the pen. In fact, he could only make everyone think that he had passed the test by weight of a thousand pounds.

Afterwards, Chunyu Qiong just needed to touch the mechanism inside the pen while others were not paying attention, and immediately erased the secretly added pattern. Once the evidence was destroyed, Yang Zheng had no room for defense.

Yang Zheng turned his pen and said, "Can you start?"

Chunyu Qiong nodded, a sly smile flashing in his eyes.

Yang Zheng stretched out his hand outside the railing, pinched the Taishan pen with three fingers, hanging vertically in the air, and began to inject true energy into the pen. In full view of everyone, the surface of the pen was indeed quickly shining with red light, bright and bright.

"One hundred pounds!"

The guests of the restaurant counted for him.

Yang Zheng felt the weight of the Taishan pen with three fingers, and his face changed slightly, and he felt that something was wrong. He could still tell the difference between one hundred pounds and two hundred pounds.

"No, why is it so heavy!"

Upon hearing this, Chunyu Qiong looked around the guests upstairs and sarcastically said, "You have no choice but to have three realms of cultivation. You only have a hundred kilograms. Do you think it is heavy?"

The Confucian scholars behind him followed and laughed at him.

If you are an ordinary person, you will feel heavy when you pinch a weight of 100 kilograms with your fingers, but for practitioners, the power will increase sharply after refining your body, which is nothing at all.

Confucian scholars’ writing is like a dragon and a snake, and they are flowing. In addition to relying on their mental power, the most reliance is the power. The top scholars of the world can burst out with tens of thousands of pounds of force by wielding their pens, and their fingers must bear it first.

Yang Zheng frowned. Although he noticed the strangeness, he was too lazy to care about them. His physical strength was extremely strong and confident, so he had to see how many tricks the other party could use.

Immediately afterwards, the orange light shone.

"Two hundred pounds!"

The yellow light lit up.

"Three hundred pounds!"

The green light lit up.

"Four hundred pounds!"

Seeing this scene, Chunyu Qiong's face turned green.

This means that the Taishan Pen actually weighs 800 kilograms, which has long exceeded the normal level. Yang Zheng is so good at it, and he is smiling, without even adding a single finger.

What a perverted power this is!

He stood beside the railing, carrying an 800-pound pen, looking down at Chunyu Qiong below. His face did not show any anger, but was full of jokes and contempt.

"Are you very disappointed?"

Now, how could he not tell that this pen has something else, and its actual weight is doubled. But he didn't agree with it, and he was easy to capture it, and the wind was calm.

So what if it is doubled? I will always give it!

In the face of absolutely powerful strength, the so-called intrigues are nothing but nonsense.

His arms remained motionless, as if the pen did not exist at all.

Chunyu Qiong's pupils were twitching, and he couldn't hear the provocative meaning in these words. He was in an extremely complicated mood, "You..."

He had always been clever and eloquent, but he didn't know how to answer. At this moment, the green light on the surface of Taishan Pen began to be deep, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, it turned into green light.

"Five hundred kilograms, he did it easily!"

Many guests stared at Yang Zheng, and when they saw that he was not blushed, they couldn't help but feel admiration. It was indeed a young genius, who was as light as he lifted the weight, and still remained as moving as a mountain. His demeanor was better than countless people.

The Confucian scholars were speechless. They thought that he would be overwhelmed by even a hundred pounds. Unexpectedly, this would be the result. It seems that he was deliberately teasing everyone.

How could they know that this is not five hundred kilograms, but a whole thousand kilograms!

Yang Zheng turned his pen and made a freehand painting, "I know, you want me to make a fool of myself in public and become a laughing stock in the capital. Unfortunately, your vision is too short-sighted, so this is the only trick?"

Just a thousand pounds, want to plot against me?

You guys are jokes!

He continued to inject true power into the pen.

Blue, purple!

Everyone was shocked and speechless. The hero was a boy. The talent of this boy was so dazzling. Not only did he achieve the strict results set by the academy, he even underestimated it and added another 200 kilograms!

Chunyu Qiong was even more stunned.

Only the lowest level of the three realms, and you can lift 1,400 kilograms with just three fingers, and it is as stable as a rock, and your hands don’t shake. Is this still a human being?

He finally understood how hard he had kicked a board. As Yang Zheng said, he dared to show off his might by using these tricks. His vision was too short-sighted and underestimated the geniuses in this world.

He looked shocked and before he could say anything, the next moment, something that drove him crazy happened.

Yang Zheng jumped, his posture was elegant and lightly floating in the lobby on the first floor, and handed the Taishan pen to a Confucian scholar standing in front.
Chapter completed!