Each Mohist organ examines more than a dozen candidates, whether it's fast or not, and it's hard to say whether it's slow or not. It was only noon when the last candidate was thrown out.
At this time, the Master in charge of No. 31 Mo Family Organizer also had six figures standing scattered behind him.
What people didn't expect was that one of them was actually the candidate whose jaw was dislocated three times in a row, named Tang Yuan.
A dignified martial artist actually dislocated his jaw three times in a row, so his level must not be very good. This is what most people thought before.
It wasn't until this fat, white, unattractive young man came on the scene with a knife, and after a crazy chop, he cut the Mo family organ man out of the red circle. Only then did everyone realize that this ordinary-looking fat man might be too strong.
Even if the body is not perfect, it is not much different.
"Boom~" The gong sounded again.
"The first round of assessment is over. Those who have not passed the test can go back." The examiner said calmly, his voice was not loud but it was clearly audible to everyone in the examination room.
Many people's eyes turned red instantly. Although they already knew the result in their hearts, when the result was actually announced, the suffocating feeling that came to their hearts was something that people who had never experienced it would never have experienced.
...Nine years of hard work were burned to the ground!
But there are still some people with a hint of perseverance in their eyes. The path to the martial arts exam is not as good as the civil exam. Even if they have not entered the Yuelu University Hall, they can still practice hard or join the army and hone their skills bit by bit, and still stand out!
The examiner took in all this and sighed silently in his heart. Year after year, he had seen such scenes countless times. Some were dejected, some were courageous after realizing their shame, some were giving up on themselves, and some were working hard.
..but so what?
After more than ten years, I gradually realize my own ordinaryness, accept my own ordinaryness, and then hope that my children will fulfill their dreams... Year after year, year after year, the cycle repeats.
As the failed candidates left one after another, the originally slightly crowded examination room gradually became more spacious.
"The invigilator brought the candidates who passed the examination to my place to gather." The examiner said again.
As the examiner opened his mouth, each invigilator led groups of candidates over in an orderly manner.
"Hey, Lao Xia, there are quite a lot of people in your team." The invigilator, who looked middle-aged and had some white frost on his temples, looked at the six figures behind Lao Xia, patted Lao Xia on the shoulder and said with a smile. "
Only two members of my team have passed the assessment, and none of them have completed their physical training yet."
At this time, there were basically only two or three people left behind each invigilator, and the few more were only three or four people. However, Lao Xia's six-figure figure followed by Wu Yangyang was indeed a bit unique.
"Hey, if you know that there are two geniuses in the Reborn Realm here, your jaw will drop..." Lao Xia thought for a while, but in order to maintain the face of being a teacher,
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He just pretended to be indifferent and said: "Well, we have a few talented people in our team, and I don't know how many of them will be able to enter our academy in the end."
"Please all invigilators, please give me the list of candidates who have passed the examination." The examiner said calmly, interrupting the conversation between the invigilators. "All candidates, follow me."
...
The candidates who passed the first round of assessment followed the examiner for about a few miles and came to a seemingly ordinary bungalow. There was a sand table in the bungalow. The sand table was surrounded by red flags and piled on it. There are various terrains such as mountains and rivers. If you are proficient in geography, you will see that this is a sand table model with Daqian as the center.
"The content of the second test is here." The examiner said calmly: "Let me briefly explain the rules. Each of you will command a thousand sand soldiers, randomly distributed in various environments in the sand table, and interact with a group of soldiers. Thousands of sand soldiers fought against each other,"
"The assessment is over when all our own troops are killed or all the enemies are killed!"
"There are no hard targets for this level. All your performances are the criteria for scoring. Those with scores lower than 60 points will be eliminated."
"Sandbox battle? Isn't it just a battle on paper?" a candidate questioned.
"Then you guys have a good talk about this soldier and show me." The examiner showed a mysterious smile and then waved his hand gently.
"Ding~" The crimson formation flag emitted a bright red light, and then the entire sand table showed a strange distortion. The red light gradually became dazzling, causing Nie Yun's eyes to feel a slight burning sensation, and he closed them subconsciously. eyes.
When Nie Yun opened his eyes again, the sand table in front of him had disappeared, and was replaced by an endless grassland. The grassland was dotted with a few sheep, and the cattle ate the grass leisurely.
Nie Yun took a deep breath, and the fresh scent of grass and mud hit his face, making him unable to tell whether it was an assessment or reality.
"Report! General, we have been surrounded by enemy troops. The enemy troops are rapidly narrowing the encirclement. Please give instructions!" A soldier wearing a silver helmet appeared from behind Nie Yun and said respectfully, clasping his fists.
It's just that the soldier's face is blurry, as if he was randomly fabricated with sand, but his strength seems to be that of a perfect body forging state. Nie Yun frowned, and then turned to look behind him: a black flag with red characters on it was standing there. There was a sound of hunting in the wind, and a thousand soldiers wearing silver helmets, sabers tied to their waists, long bows hanging on their backs, and horses astride their feet stood solemnly, quietly waiting for their general to give orders.
These war horses and soldiers look exactly the same. Except for some slight differences in strength, they are simply carved from the same mold.
"Have we entered the sandbox?"
"Is this the second test?"
Nie Yun pondered for a moment, looked at his palms, and felt the Qi flowing in his body... It seemed that he was still a real person, not something fabricated by sand.
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"Whoa!" Nie Yun passed his right hand across the fingertips of his left hand and looked at the scarlet blood beads flowing from the fingertips. He silently felt the weak pain coming from the fingertips thoughtfully.
"Has the pain been relieved...?"
"Report! General, our army has been surrounded by the enemy. The enemy is rapidly shrinking the encirclement. Please give instructions!" Seeing that Nie Yun did not respond, the soldier behind Nie Yun repeated it again like an NPC.
"What's your name?" Nie Yun turned to look at the soldier with a blurry face and didn't answer him, but asked his name.
"Report! General, we have been surrounded by enemy troops. The enemy troops are rapidly shrinking the encirclement. Please give instructions!" The soldier said again, clenching his fists and bending down.
Nie Yun suddenly asked speechlessly: "How long will it take for them to completely form an encirclement?"
"About half an hour." The soldier replied dully, like an NPC that triggered the plot.
It seems that there is a specific triggering language or action? Nie Yun looked at the cavalry behind him and asked: "What about my horse and my weapons?"
"They can't run in front, I can chase them from behind." Nie Yun thought helplessly.
The soldier was stunned. This question seemed to go beyond his preset questions. After a few seconds, he said mechanically:
"Please choose the war horses and weapons you need."
"As long as the horse is the same as yours, I want a three-foot-six-inch long sword and a hundred-stone bow."
Waves of ripples appeared in the void, and the surrounding sand surged rapidly.
"Weng~" A heroic war horse suddenly appeared next to Nie Yun. Nie Yun reached out and touched his waist. A well-made three-foot-six-inch long sword was hung on it at some point, and a hundred-stone bow was hung on it.
It was also hung on his back.
"General, the enemy will be completely surrounded in half an hour!" the soldier repeated his previous words again.
"All troops mount up!" Nie Yun got the horses and weapons and no longer had any ink marks. He turned over beautifully and sat on the horse. He pointed the long sword in his right hand straight into the distance and said excitedly. "Follow me and fight out!"
A thousand soldiers behind him immediately mounted their horses in unison and shouted: "Kill!"
"Tap-tap-tap"
The uniform sound of horse hooves rumbled like muffled thunder, sweeping up dust and sand all over the sky and rushing towards the distance.
"Phew! This kind of 'paper talk' really makes people's blood boil!" Nie Yun exhaled softly, and shouted again with excitement in his eyes.
"Kill!" Then his legs suddenly clamped on the horse's belly, and the whole army speeded up again.
If someone looks down from the sky at this time, it will look like a sharp spear is about to pierce a thick square shield. It is not known whether the spear breaks or the shield breaks...