Guo Jia patted Wu Wenqiang's shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother Wu, I have to visit a few deputy sect leaders, so I won't talk to you for now. When the newcomers' assessment is over, we will have a nice drink and talk about this in detail.
"
With that said, Guo Jia turned around and left.
Looking at Guo Jia's thin back, Wu Wenqiang's brows furrowed tightly, and a wave of emotions arose in his heart!
His intuition told him that a wave sweeping through the court was coming again!!
Wu Wenqiang looked at Zhao Yuanfang, or should I say in the direction of Zhao Defang, and his eyes narrowed slightly, shining with a different light...
The first literary test of Bailian Sect is over!
Those reckless people who finished the exam were all dejected.
"It's over, it's over, I just wrote eight sentences, I'm afraid I won't be able to pass."
"Damn, the multiplication tables are too difficult! How much is seven or nine?"
"The same goes for the Hundred Refiners Sect. What cultural courses are we taking this year? Isn't it obvious that we won't be allowed to pass?"
Even Tieniu sighed and said: "You damn bitch, I only wrote four sentences in a thousand-character essay, so I will definitely be eliminated!"
Huniu, on the other hand, looked full of confidence.
Because she wrote a total of more than thirty sentences. Although it is not many, among these "junk", it should be pretty good.
"Tieniu, don't be too pessimistic! Although you write less from dictation, everyone is not very good! This cultural class will have a total of 200 people, so you still have a chance!" Huniu comforted Tieniu.
Tieniu thought the same thing. Although his dictation was rubbish, other people were also simple-minded and well-developed limbs, so he might not be the worst.
"Brother Yun, how are you?"
Huniu walked towards Ye Fengyun and asked with a smile.
Ye Fengyun smiled and said: "It's OK."
"Brother Yun, I see you are a material for cultural classes, you must have written them all down!" Huniu said with a smile.
Ye Fengyun smiled helplessly.
For Ye Fengyun, the "Thousand-Character Essay" and "Multiplication Table" are really simple!
Of course it won't be a problem if you write it down silently.
His instinct told him that he should be ranked number one among these guys.
Seeing Huniu looking at Ye Fengyun with admiration, Tieniu felt sour in his heart: "Even if your ability to memorize a thousand-character essay is of no use, we are all cultivators. If we speak with force, you will definitely not be able to defeat me!"
Half an hour later, an outer disciple stood on the high platform and said loudly: "You all should be quiet. After the elders have evaluated your answers, two hundred candidates will be selected based on the score ranking!"
As soon as everyone heard this, they all immediately became quiet and looked at the outer disciple on the stage with burning eyes.
"First place, Zhao Yuanfang from Shendu! The examiner's comment: This candidate's dictation has no errors, his handwriting is neat, the paper is neat, and his calligraphy is transcendent, with a Liu style style. He is a well-deserved first place!!"
Wow!
When the outer disciple made the announcement, everyone immediately burst into commotion.
This Zhao Yuanfang is so amazing. Not only did he get first place, he also received high praise from the examiner. It was quite extraordinary.
These reckless people at the scene didn’t understand what Liu Ti style was, but they also understood that Liu Ti should be a very awesome font.
Ye Fengyun was slightly shocked when he heard this. He thought he could get the first place, but he didn't expect that the first place would be taken by a guy named Zhao Yuanfang!
This made him somewhat unexpected.
"Who is Zhao Yuanfang? Come forward and let everyone see!"
"Zhao Yuanfang, isn't she a woman?"
"..."
Everyone was very curious about this first place and asked questions one after another.
The outer disciples standing on the high platform also said loudly: "Zhao Yuanfang, come up to the stage and pay your respects to everyone!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a young man wearing brocade clothes, with a strong figure and a cold face, slowly walking towards the stage with a faint smile on his lips.
"Damn it, this guy is Zhao Yuanfang! He's so handsome! He looks like me when I was young!"
"Huh? This kid has extraordinary abilities and is wearing a brocade robe. Just because he is like this, he shouldn't come to join the Hundred Refiners Sect!"
"..."
As soon as Zhao Yuanfang came on stage, his super momentum aroused everyone's admiration. Everyone felt that he should not join the Hundred Refiners Sect.
Ye Fengyun looked at Zhao Yuanfang and secretly said in his heart: "This kid is a bit unusual."
Huniu standing aside also curled her lips and said: "Although Zhao Yuanfang is quite handsome, he exudes arrogance and is far worse than Brother Yun!"
When Tieniu heard what Huniu said, he curled his lips and said, "Huniu, in my opinion, Zhao Yuanfang is more handsome, and the pretty boy can't compare with him."
"Tieniu, you deserve a beating, right?"
Huniu stared at him and said.
Tieniu immediately stopped talking.
"Okay, I will announce the second place. The second place is Yunfeng, a Wuyue person!" the outer disciple then announced.
"Yunfeng? That pretty boy who knocked Zheng Dazhi down?"
"Damn it, he actually got second place! That's okay!"
"I didn't expect that pretty boy to have a very high level of education! He can even write out the multiplication table from memory!"
Everyone said one after another.
Huniu immediately shouted "Yeah": "Brother Yun, congratulations, you became second!"
Ye Fengyun just smiled lightly.
The outer disciple on the stage continued: "The examiner's comment: Yun Feng's silent writing is without any errors, the paper is neat, and the handwriting is neat. However, his calligraphy skills are not as good as those of Zhao Yuanfang, so he got second place!"
When everyone heard this, they all showed admiration.
Ye Fengyun also raised his eyebrows, which was pretty much what he had guessed.
Although he had practiced calligraphy since he was a child, he was still not as good as the natives of Kunlun who used brushes to write all day long.
"Brother Yun, you are so awesome! If your calligraphy is similar to Zhao Yuanfang's, then you will be number one!"
Huniu said like a little fangirl.
"..."
"Yunfeng, you come on stage too!" said the outer disciple.
Ye Fengyun walked towards the stage.
When Ye Fengyun walked towards the stage, Zhao Yuanfang, who had his hands on his back, suddenly looked at Ye Fengyun.
Ye Fengyun felt Zhao Yuanfang's gaze and looked towards him.