After all 520 candidates have sat down, the second round of examinations will begin.

Meng Ziyun sat in the center, playing the piano with both hands, and her thin fingers as thin as bamboo joints were teasing the strings. Thousands of curved sounds floated out, like ripples dazzling around, covering the candidates.

The huge forest is silent for a moment, and only this melodious sound of the piano is like the flowing water of the mountains, melodious and smooth, echoing in this space.

Many candidates were relaxed and happy, slowly closed their eyes, immersed in the lofty artistic conception contained in the piano music, and their hearts seemed to be wandering with the rhythm and wandering towards the distance.

They saw snow-capped mountains, forests, deserts, and wastelands...

However, Yang Zheng was the only one, and his attention was not on the piano music, nor was he in the mood to really listen to the music. He stared at Meng Ziyun's veterans, watching them jumping and teasing between the strings.

"No matter how many changes and mystery are hidden in the piano sound, as long as he plays it according to normal techniques, then the sounds that everyone hears are the same. He can't harm me and can't shake everyone out of the mood."

His mind was very calm and he did not dare to relax his vigilance against Meng Ziyun.

"Everything changes will never be separated from his sect. If he wants to cheat, he will only target me. No matter what technique he uses, his murderous intention will come from the strings. As long as I keep a close eye on his hands, I will be able to detect the danger in time and will not be attacked by him..."

Since he was placed in such a high position, he believed that Meng Ziyun would not give up the opportunity easily and would definitely plot against him. Not only did he avoid the plot, he also wanted to arrest Meng Ziyun and prove his crime of fraud.

Meng Ziyun sat opposite, playing the piano casually. Seeing Yang Zheng sitting upright, she was so vigilant, she couldn't help but sigh, "If he hadn't killed Meng Chun's nephew and despised Confucianism, it would be a pity to destroy such a good seedling..."

He thought so in his mind that the fingering on his hand was smooth, like flowing clouds and water, getting faster and faster, so fast that it was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, as if countless fingers were playing at the same time.

He gradually got better, and at the same time, the piano sound was loud and exciting, which was very different from before, and he also began to enter.

The people immersed in the artistic conception of the piano music were standing on the vast wasteland, thinking about the leisure of the world, and sighing at the vastness of the world. At this time, the sky changed and the wind and clouds rose.

At the end of the distant sight, groups of ferocious beasts suddenly appeared, covering the sky and the sun, sweeping towards this side, with a huge momentum that trembled the earth.

"This is a beast tide!"

The ferocious beasts were tall and mighty, and as they ran quickly, roaring violently, gushing out their nostrils with fierce aura, sharp fangs and scarlet beast eyes. Everything was too real and presented to everyone's consciousness.

In the face of the huge beast tide, they seemed extremely small and vulnerable at all. They would easily be torn apart and become meat foods in the mouths of ferocious beasts.

In the real world, the candidates frowned deeply, their faces were pale, and they were covered in cold sweat. They were immersed in the illusion created by the piano music, as if they were in the scene, they could no longer extricate themselves and forgot that they were taking the exam.

Unless they have a strong will to resist the temptation of the piano, they will only be defeated by the illusion and cannot compete with the beast tide.

Bang, bang...

Some people fell to the ground one after another and were unconscious.

In the illusion, they have been swallowed by beasts and tear their consciousness apart. In reality, this means that they have been eliminated.

Yang Zheng, who was sitting in the front row, couldn't help but look back after hearing the movement. He saw that the fainting candidates were basically in the front row, and the order of their falls was also determined from near to far, based on their strength.

In the last few rows, the few geniuses with the highest rankings, although they closed their eyes and looked normal. Obviously, they had entered the illusion, but with their willpower, they would not lose their grief.

As for Yang Zheng, he was not involved in the illusion at all.

He turned his head and continued to stare at Meng Ziyun's hand with a focused expression.

This old man's hand speed is too fast.

Meng Ziyun's expression was slightly different. Seeing that he was still in the illusion, he accelerated his movements and became dazzling. The constant rising of his sleeves even sounded whistling wind.

If he had hit this level in previous winter, he should have stopped and allowed the remaining candidates to pass the test. However, Yang Zheng's spiritual sense was too strong and he was not hit at all. He was still staring at his hands, making it impossible for him to use his secret moves.

He had no choice but to act seriously.

At this time, the strings of the piano were trembling, and the sound of the piano was like a storm of wind and rain. With the blessing of his internal force, it became noisy and sharp, with no beauty at all.

Gradually, Yang Zheng felt his eyelids were heavy and he could not hold on. His eyes were a little distracted. He was unable to stare at the ghostly and changing hands and chose to close his eyes.

Seeing this, Meng Ziyun smiled and knew that Yang Zheng had fallen into a illusion. She fell on his chopping board and let him slaughter. She adjusted her techniques with confidence and controlled most of the piano sounds, and rushed towards Yang Zheng.

The geniuses in the back row were all ashamed and almost collapsed, causing the whole exam room to faint. Now they were breathing turbid air, feeling relieved.

But the examiner had not stopped and the round was not over yet. They could only sit in place, listening to the subtle sound of the piano to calm down their breath and mood. They didn't know that endless murderous intent all poured into Yang Zheng's mind.

In this illusion, corpses were everywhere and blood flowed into a river.

The sky above was as gloomy as ink, the clouds were rolling wildly, thunder roaring, and lightning was swaming behind the clouds, storming downwards one after another.

Every time it fell, the earth trembled violently, like a mountain collapse and cracked, smashing out a terrifying huge pit and swallowing nearby things.

If you are in an illusion, what the candidates have to fight against is no longer just a tide of beasts, but rolling thunder and brilliant heavenly power. Without the terrifying power of the soul, how can you block the heavenly punishment transformed by Meng Ziyun?

The piano sound methods he used were far beyond the ability of the first-floor candidates.

There is no way, who asked him to deal with Yang Zheng? Yang Zheng had reached ten miles away at the first meeting. Is this the strength that the first-floor martial artist should have?

Yang Zheng sat opposite Meng Ziyun, his face pale, but he had not fallen yet and was still fighting with the old man.

The pictures in the illusion are unimaginable.

Meng Ziyun looked solemn and sweat oozed out of her face. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never believe that this test set for the test candidates had turned into a contest between the candidates and the examiners.

This means that Yang Zheng's soul is beyond the scope of the candidate and is comparable to Meng Ziyun in the sixth realm.

The truth of the three realms and six realms is more amazing than the fifty-six pens.

Blood marks appeared faintly between Meng Ziyun's fingertips. He could still hold on, but the strings could not withstand the long-term tremor and would break at any time.

Once the strings break and the sound of the piano stops, the contest will be forced to end.

If the examiner is eliminated, it is simply terrifying.

In the final analysis, what Meng Ziyun is fighting against is not the soul of ordinary people, but the soul of dragons. To be precise, it is the dragon soul strengthened by Xun Sheng’s unique skills.

Meng Ziyun himself is just an ordinary elder, and his soul is not as strong as crushing the dragon soul.

He was sent to the host, and Confucianism still underestimated Yang Zheng.

But then again, we cannot hindsight. People are not gods, so who can predict in advance that even the divine thoughts of the six realms are not enough to deal with a young man?

Behind Meng Ziyun, Wukongzi kept watching silently, his expression changing. Shortly after the exam began, he was ready to move, trying to secretly attack Yang Zheng, and under the influence of external forces, Yang Zheng fainted.

However, he was worried that Yang Zheng would stay awake, so he not only avoided him, but also expose him in turn, so he did not dare to take action.

At this critical moment, he was shocked by Yang Zheng's strength. Seeing Meng Ziyun appearing in depressed appearance, if he continues to waste like this, it will be more than Yang Zheng who passes the test, but they will even turn into jokes and make people laugh.

He didn't dare to stand by and watch anymore. While no one was paying attention, he secretly picked up his fingers, aimed at Yang Zheng in front of him, and drew a rune.
Chapter completed!