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The sound of the horn came from nowhere. It seemed to be blessed by great supernatural powers, making everyone who heard the sound of the horn feel excited.

Then a ray of silver light came through the sky. From a distance, the silver light looked like a ball of flame. It was so dazzling that it was impossible to look closely. Only when you got closer could you see clearly that it was an old man standing in the silver flame.

The old man wore a golden hoop on his head, his face was tight and stiff, his skin was blue and black, and he couldn't see any expression. His whole body was full of deathly aura, as if he was a corpse demon who had been dead for countless years!

This corpse demon exuded the tyrannical aura of the early stage of Broken Thoughts. In his hand, he held a scroll with a silver fire seal. Once he stood in the air, Huo De opened the scroll, and immediately there was an intoxicating momentum.

A strong wind swept towards everyone here.

Those tribal monks with poor cultivation are often blown around, but only the real immortal old monster can remain motionless in this strong wind.

The strong wind finally blew through, and all the tribal monks did not care about standing still, they knelt down one after another and bowed to the corpse demon!

"Welcome the Holy Envoy!" The voice soared into the sky.

Naturally, everyone in Tamu also bowed down. The monks who were flying in the air and watching the event from a distance also landed on the ground and bowed respectfully, including the noble Dolan!

There is a strict hierarchy within the Dabei tribe. The monks of the tribe have the lowest status because they are descendants of medicine slaves. The guardians of the holy mountain tombs have a slightly higher status, but if they see the holy envoys, they still have to kneel down. Even the so-called holy envoys are just a group of spirits.

A low-minded corpse demon!

"Why don't you kneel down!"

The corpse demon old man's eyes swept across the grassland, and suddenly someone dared not to kneel to him, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Ning is not a humble person, so there is no need to kneel down to anyone." Ning Fan said calmly.

"This makes sense..."

The corpse demon old man's tone was still stiff, without any emotion or anger. Hearing these words, he seemed to agree with Ning Fan's explanation, but suddenly his figure swayed and suddenly disappeared from the air, leaving not even an afterimage!

Ning Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his figure swayed and disappeared without a trace. The next moment, in the deserted sky, there was a sudden explosion, which seemed like one sound, but also seemed like countless overlapping sounds. Then there were cracks in the space one after another from the sky.

After tearing apart, two figures flew out from the crack in space.

It was Ning Fan and the old corpse demon! Ning Fan landed back to the ground gently, while the old corpse demon's dull eyes were a little shocked.

"What happened!" No one here, including the monk Shekong, saw clearly what the old corpse demon and Ning Fan did!

Even Dolan didn't know what happened at this moment!

"This is indeed true."

The corpse demon old man withdrew his shocked expression and remained indifferent. He was the only one who knew about this place. In that very short moment, he had already exchanged dozens of punches with Ning Fan. And with the strength of his corpse demon body,

He was completely defeated in the confrontation!

According to the rules of the Holy Mountain, if you have the strength to match the Holy Envoy, you can ignore the hierarchy and do not kneel when you see the Holy Envoy. Since Ning Fan has such strength, there is no need to kneel to him, but if he sees a more powerful Holy Envoy, he will not kneel down.

Even so, you still need to kneel down and worship.

"Could this foreign cultivator surnamed Ning be suppressed by his cultivation? Can he still face the early stage of broken thoughts without falling behind?!"

When the monks here saw that the Holy Envoy did not hold Ning Fan responsible for not kneeling, they all made assumptions and were secretly frightened. Then they thought that after all, Ning Fan was the only one in the Tamu Department. No matter how strong one person's power is, it is limited and cannot be exceeded.

The situation in this competition was changed, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he is just one person...

The corpse demon old man still had an indifferent expression, causing all the prostrate cultivators to stand up and begin to read out the scroll in their hands.

"The battle to seize the mausoleum will begin in a thousand years. The battle in southern Xinjiang will be in charge of my Holy Envoy No. 41 Yi. It will be divided into two levels: literary test and martial arts test! Those with the first overall score can enter Zhongzhou to participate in the second round of seizing the mausoleum.

Wheel! Now, this holy envoy will announce the essay test questions, and I advise you not to blink, and take a good look at the scene that happens next, and don’t miss a single trace!"

After the corpse demon old man finished reading, he suddenly raised the scroll in his hand. The scroll flew upwards and suddenly turned into a silver fire dragon soaring into the sky. When it reached the top, it suddenly twisted around and shattered into countless flames, which fell on the grassland.

, burned all the weeds in this place, but a few breaths later, new and tender weeds strangely grew out of the scorched earth.

The whole process only takes a few tens of breaths, but it contains so many magical powers and wonderful principles... The literary test is about to test the wonderful principles contained in this scene!

"This is the question for the first round of the literary test of Seizing the Tomb. You must each have your own understanding. Within one day, you will write your understanding on the official scroll and send it back to Zhongzhou. The emperors of Zhongzhou will judge the merits.

, determine the score!”

After saying that, the corpse demon old man turned his hand again, took out a piece of silver animal bone, crushed it into bone powder in his palm, and threw it forward. Suddenly, there were silver ashes, falling with the wind. Once the ashes fell to the ground, they immediately changed.

There are low tables supported by skeletons. The number of bone tables is 700, with 21 rows, a total of 35 rows, not many, which is exactly the number of tribes in southern Xinjiang.

"In previous literary examinations, a question was randomly given to test the monks' understanding. Unfortunately, there are too few wise men in our southern Xinjiang tribes, and few of them can achieve good results in the literary examination. Looking at southern Xinjiang

In history, there are not many people who can achieve personal scores of more than 100% in the literary test.

The literary test is not important. The gap between the major tribes is not too big. The difficult thing is the martial test... Brother Ning doesn’t need to care too much about the results of the literary test. You can just deal with it casually. With Ning’s cultivation, I want to be successful in the martial test.

It is not difficult to get a thousand points or more, which is enough to get rid of the shame of being at the bottom of the Tamu Department..."

Tagli secretly gave Ning Fan a few words and gave him a palm-sized domino. Then he turned around and gave instructions to the comparing monks one by one, and distributed the dominoes.

Ning Fan looked at the domino in his hand, which was used to record his results. The front of the domino was engraved with the word 'Ning Fan' in Dabei script, which was his name, and the back was used to record his results. His current score was still zero.

Points, after all, the Southern Xinjiang competition has not started yet.

"The literary test is not important..."

Ning Fan did not comment on Tagli's instructions. He followed the monks one by one to their respective bone tables and sat down cross-legged.

The bone table is equipped with bone pens, blood ink, and leather scrolls. On the upper left side of the table, there is also a groove with an animal face painted with strange patterns. Many weak monks picked up the pen as soon as they sat down and dipped it in

Add ink, scribble, and then roll up the respective rolls. Together with the respective dominoes, they are placed into the groove of the animal face on the table.

Then, the groove on the beast's face will close, flashing brightly. After a while, the groove will reopen, and there will be no scrolls in it, only dominoes, and the results of each literary test will be recorded on the dominoes.

Most monks would not guard against others copying their answers to the literary test, so Ning Fan could easily see some people's answer sheets.

"I realized that fire can ignite grass. And the fire is very hot..." This is the answer sheet handed over by some monks with flawed IQs.

"I feel indignant at the Holy Envoy's act of burning the grasslands in southern Xinjiang. This is a legacy left to us by our ancestors. How can we desecrate it? Fortunately, the grass grew back in the end..." This is the answer written by an angry young monk.

"I didn't understand." Some people still handed in blank papers!

What left Ning Fan speechless was that many people secretly copied these mentally retarded answer sheets. The old corpse demon didn't care about plagiarism. It was just a stick of incense, and most of the monks had already finished answering the test papers.

You know, the essay test gives you a whole day to answer questions...

Ning Fan looked to his side and saw that the other nineteen people in the Tamu Department had each handed in their answer sheets and received their results. Nineteen people, eighteen zero points, and the only one with a score only got one point.

.Ning Fan remembered that person's test paper, and the answer was 'Fire burns grass, fire defeats wood'...

This kind of common sense of cultivation that the five elements are in conflict with each other. (Advertisement) Almost no one knows about this in Four Days, but in Dabei, you can still get one point. It’s just because the people in Dabei are mentally handicapped. It’s very rare to be able to answer common sense of cultivation.

, give me one point as a consolation.

As a result, except for Ning Fan, the total score of the Tamu tribe's literary test is only one point. Fortunately, judging from the current submission situation, most of the people from other tribes who have submitted their papers are also mentally retarded, and their total score is only

It’s just a few points, and it’s really not much different from Tamubu.

But this does not mean that there are no normal monks here.

There are at least two or three people from other tribes who are still thinking, and they seem to have really understood from the essay questions. The more powerful tribes, such as Xie Yang and Zhaofeng tribe, still have eleven or two people who are closing their eyes and thinking hard.

As time goes by, someone has a sudden enlightenment from time to time.

Unlike those cultivators with incomplete minds, these people have extremely strict isolation of their own answer sheets, trying their best not to let others see it. Of course, with Ning Fan's far superior cultivation level and the all-pervasive perception of rain, he can still

You can easily see everyone's exam papers. There are also other She Kong old monsters who can peek into the exam papers of the monk Du Zhen. The old corpse demon never stops him. Being able to copy them is considered his ability. After all, this is what the strong do.

Your world of cultivation is not an examination room for ordinary people.

The monks with normal minds turned in papers one after another. Most of the things they understood were related to magical powers such as scrolls turning into dragons and dragons turning into fire and rain. Most of the scores they obtained were about five or six points, which was not too high.

After all, this literary test obviously does not test magical powers, but the understanding of Tao.

Fire burns the grass, and the grass grows again...

The wildfire never burns out, but the spring breeze blows again...

Ning Fan gradually no longer cared about other people's achievements, but fell into his own enlightenment. He no longer regarded this enlightenment as a competition, but actually gained something from it.

He sat on the grass and in front of the bone table. He didn't lift his pen to write for a long time. Instead, he closed his eyes and replayed the scenes of the rebirth of weeds in his mind over and over again.

An hour passed, and almost all the monks below Shekong handed in their papers, and none of them got more than ten points. Of course, there was one exception, Xian Yuchun, the head of the Young Evil Sheep Clan with a flawed IQ, fell asleep on the table.

, no papers were handed in.

Two hours later, some Shekong monks began to submit papers one after another, and high scores began to appear.

"Hiss! It's actually thirty points! What on earth did the Black Mountain Master of the Montenegro Department answer to get such a high score!" Someone outside the venue suddenly exclaimed.

Master Montenegro seemed dissatisfied with the score, but did not dare to question it.

This is the score given by the Five Emperors of Zhongzhou. How can he, a humble person like him, not comment on it!

"That's all, the score in the literary test is not important, everything depends on the martial arts test..." Thinking of this, Master Heishan felt comfortable.

After Master Heishan, there are many strong people from Shekong who have obtained high scores.

"Department of Corpse Disciple...Thirty-five points! Such a high score for Corpse Disciple Mage!"

"Old monster Yannan actually got forty points! How is this possible!"

"The White Ghost Master of the White Ghost Department actually got forty-five points!"
To be continued...