After taking the pill, Yang Zheng suddenly felt refreshed, and a cool true energy flowed all over his body, quickly eliminating the pain and fatigue inside the texture.

The effectiveness of this pill is truly extraordinary.

Although Yang Zheng didn't know its name, he had eaten it once before. Even at this time, there was a same small bottle in his ring. He did not expect that Wen Qing personally presented it with this item.

He looked strange and asked, "Mr. Big, this pill is really magical! I'll ask, is this your unique pill?"

This was heard by everyone, and he felt envy again. As long as he was not a blind man, he could see that Yang Zheng had a great fortune and obtained the best spiritual pill from the master.

Wen Qing smiled and said, "This is the Tongming Pill refined by the master, and the effect is really good."

When Yang Zheng heard this, his expression was extremely wonderful.

Did this medicine be refined by Xun Sheng?

In this way, in Tingfeng Tower that day, the old man took out the exact same bottle. Could it be that he was...

Wen Qing gave the pill, and the details of the two fit together, which made Yang Zheng finally realize the truth.

I didn't know the true face of Mount Lu because I was in this mountain. After a long time of trouble, the old man who passed on his skills from a distance and wanted to accept him as his disciple was actually Xun Sheng.

If this small bottle of elixir had not appeared, he might have taken his anger to Confucianism because of Meng Ziyun and gave up the idea of ​​taking Xunzi as his teacher. But it solved the mystery in time and allowed him to see the true intentions of Xunzi's disciples.

"It was definitely not Xiao Bai who was present that day. In other words, it was him who asked me to use a heavy pen, and he was the one who secretly passed on me and helped me. He was deliberately testing me. I performed well later, so he showed up to accept disciples!"

He has always been good at logical analysis, and now he immediately figured out the joints. It turned out that he had misunderstood Xiao Bai, and Xunzi had long taken a fancy to him.

All the misunderstandings disappeared at this moment.

"No wonder he wanted to accept me as his disciple at first. After hearing that I wanted to take Xunzi as his teacher, he stopped persuading me. It turned out that he was the one in front of me. In this way, as long as I successfully advance to the top 64 and choose Confucianism, Xunzi's school will definitely accept me."

With this in mind, he took this reassurance. Looking back at the conspiracy of Taoism and farmers, it turned into pale jokes and was not worth mentioning.

He didn't say anything, and bowed respectfully to Wen Qing, then sat alone in the distance to rest, watching the others take a retake of the exam.

What he was thinking about was the next situation.

"Tian'er said that the last round was a duel of real swords and guns. Even the rules of the competition were fixed, and the examiner could no longer target me. However, the assassins who target me were not the only Taoist..."

As the saying goes, it is easy to hide from the open gun, but it is difficult to prevent the hidden arrow. The Taoist murderous intent is already very obvious, and he is guarded against it. As long as he sees that the other party is a Taoist disciple, it will definitely be a bloody battle. However, the people from the farmer also mingled among the candidates and kept it hidden.

"The farmer hates me much more than Taoists, but the Xiakui Lou He took the initiative to come to me and talk about cooperation with me, which was clearly trying to harm me. He advised me to give up the competition for the top spot and only seek third place, but Li Si reported that betting on my third odds is not good for the gambling house."

He clearly made an appointment with the third place, but Lou He changed the odds secretly and did not take the third place. Obviously, his real intention was to make Yang Zheng slacken, fall out of the top three first, lose his privileges, and then be eliminated by the three volunteers.

And these schemings were calculated the moment Yang Zheng saw through his identity.

"The remaining party of the Jiang family is dormant in Qi State, trying to wait for an opportunity to raise an army, and urgently needs a lot of financial resources. The huge industry run by Lou He is obviously an important source of income for them. They dare to assassinate me and now they are cheating me, so don't blame me for being rude!"

The enemies became more and more dead. After the assassination that night, the relationship between the two sides completely broke down. If it breaks, it will break. Yang Zheng doesn't want to cause trouble, and he will never be afraid of trouble. Isn't it just an enemy of the peasant family? Why is he afraid of it?

He had already asked Li Si to find Sun Dianxiong and reveal the true face of Genting Gambling. At this time, the martial arts camp was surrounding the Gambling Hall and preparing to launch an attack. He himself only had to concentrate on dealing with the killers among the candidates.

"I want me to fail? I'm going to make the leader this year!"

...

Wen Qing played the piano himself, and after a while, the second round of re-examination ended.

A total of 250 candidates passed the test.

Wen Qing stood up and led the candidates to step through the chime forest and into the hinterland of the academy. Only then did they truly step into the academy.

Everyone came to a huge martial arts venue, which was the place for the decisive battle.

At this time, a large number of spectators had already gathered in the venue, most of whom were elders of the candidates' families, that is, the powerful and powerful people in the capital. They came here just to witness the performance of their descendants and take the opportunity to show off their family's majesty.

When they saw Wen Qing leading the crowd, the crowd couldn't help but make noise and discuss happily. They looked different, with joy and sorrow.

"My Xiao Yan has indeed successfully entered the decisive round!"

"Haha, I'll just say, my grandson has the resources of dragon and phoenix, how could he be eliminated!"

"Hao, why are you so angry? Don't be too happy too early. The winter test is not over yet. Only 64 people are collected this year. It's a matter of time before Qin Mu is eliminated!"

...

Everyone talks and shows the appearance of sentient beings.

If it weren't for Yang Zheng's sake, Wen Qing had not intended to show up and did not like this noisy scene. After taking the candidates to the stage, he asked the new examiner a few words and left here.

Of course, he must be hiding in the dark and looking forward to his future junior brother's performance.

The new examiner knows why he took office and has a lesson in the past. This time he dares not be arrogant anymore. He looks at the candidates standing in front of him with a kind expression.

"First of all, I would like to congratulate you on your success and being a member of the Academy, just a short distance from being the last one. Of course, the final exam is also the most cruel. What you need to show is no longer talent, but combat power."

Talent only represents the upper limit that can be reached in the future, while combat power means the current combat level. These are two different things. No matter how high the talent is, if the skills are not as good as those of others, they will still be eliminated.

"According to the old rules, please line up in the order of the first round of the forest. Then, let's start with the first duel, and each person takes turns to choose an opponent duel. If you win, you can win the opponent's seat."

The winter test has always been like this, and the candidates have known it and started sorting step by step. At this time, the importance of the first round score was once again reflected. Yang Zheng was ranked 174th at the time, and because some people were eliminated in the second round, he is now ranked 108th.

"I remind you that you must strive to be the first. There are still 250 people. After this showdown, the top 128 will advance to the next showdown. That is to say, you must squeeze into the top 128."

250 people, half of them were eliminated, and it seemed that each person only had to win a duel. However, the persimmons were so weak that they were afraid that the candidates behind them would think that someone was the weakest and took turns to challenge him and wanted to squeeze him down.

Once it becomes the target of public criticism, it is difficult to maintain the promotion seat.

Yang Zheng stood in the middle of the queue, with his head hanging down, and his eyes were determined to kill.
Chapter completed!