Everyone has a golden finger, and I can copy

A team of soldiers quickly rushed into the restaurant and surrounded Xiao Yan and his friends.

The leader glanced at them and said coldly: "Catch them!"

The people were stunned when they heard this. What did they do? Arrest people right away? Are they still reasonable?

"Why are you arresting us?" Lan Ling walked out and asked.

The leader said coldly: "Those wearing strange clothes should be jailed for one day according to the law!"

Xiao Yan's face turned black when he heard this: "Are you blind? This is a brand-name jacket!"

The leader snorted coldly: "If you keep talking nonsense, I will detain you for one more day!"

"You..."

Xiao Yan was about to take action, but found that his cultivation had been sealed by someone without his knowledge!

When, it was still there just now!

So, the people with painful faces were put on torture instruments by the soldiers and taken away.

Coincidentally, at this moment, countless candidates were detained by officers and soldiers for the same reason.

This made many candidates curse in their hearts. Why didn't anyone tell them about this kind of bullshit rule in advance?

...

In the ancient city with people coming and going, Mo Nan looked around.

He already knew the name of this city, Tianling City.

And the hottest topic in the city recently is that Jiuxiao Holy Land will come to Tianling City to recruit disciples in three days.

This made Mo Nan a little suspicious. Could it be that the Jiuxiao Holy Land they mentioned is the Jiuxiao Academy that he wants to join?

It should be, but what is the content of the assessment?

If the assessment is only conducted when recruiting disciples, why should it be set three days later?

Everyone's time is precious, isn't it better to conduct the assessment directly?

Mo Nan frowned deeply. He had a feeling that these three days should be the key.

And the assessment task should also be completed within these three days.

But in this case, what is the content of the assessment?

Mo Nan was a little puzzled. He didn't understand what was being tested in this round.

The martial arts academy recruited students to test the combat power, mind, perseverance, judgment, combat coordination, and golden finger level of the warriors. These were all understandable.

But what quality of the warriors was being tested in the third round of tests?

Could it be observation? Or survival ability?

Mo Nan shook his head, feeling that neither was likely.

He continued to walk aimlessly on the street.

Just then, a thin figure led a team of officers and soldiers straight to Mo Nan and blocked his way.

Mo Nan raised his head, looked at the audience in front of him, frowned and said, "What do you want?"

The leading officer did not answer. He looked at the thin figure and pointed at Mo Nan and said, "Is it him?"

The thin figure shouted, "It's him, sir, it's him. I saw him coming out of the Wang family alley with my own eyes. The Wang family murder case must have been done by him!"

Mo Nan frowned and said, "I don't understand what you are talking about."

After saying that, Mo Nan was ready to leave. Since he knew the importance of these three days, he would not waste them.

If he was taken away by the officers and soldiers in front of him, who knows how many days he would be detained.

Even if he finally found out that it was not done by him, he might have missed the test time.

Seeing that Mo Nan was about to leave, the leader sneered, "Come with us. If it wasn't you who did it, we will clear your name."

As he said that, he took out an arrest warrant.

When the arrest warrant was taken out, Mo Nan, who was about to use "Fleeting Light" to escape, suddenly stumbled.

His true energy disappeared!

Mo Nan frowned. Now, he really couldn't leave.

...

In the prison of Tianling City, Mo Nan lay on the cold wooden bed, his mind racing, thinking and analyzing constantly.

"Perhaps, the purpose of Jiuxiao Academy is to let candidates enter the prison?"

Mo Nan felt that this possibility was very high, otherwise, facing the previous situation, no one could escape.

But what was the purpose of Jiuxiao Academy letting candidates enter the prison?

I can't do anything in this small cell.

...

In the center of this world, a majestic city rises from the ground, ancient and desolate.

Above the city gate, two ancient and large characters flow with the rhyme of Taoism, which makes people sink into it at a glance.

"Jiuxiao!"

This is one of the four great schools, Jiuxiao Academy.

At the same time, it is also the first holy land in this small world, Jiuxiao Holy Land.

In the city, on a high mountain surrounded by clouds and mist, two middle-aged men are playing chess.

"Tell me, is there any luck in this world? If so, can it really go against the will of heaven?"

One of them holds a white piece in his hand and slowlyIt fell, trapping a group of black pieces.

"I don't know, but if it wasn't for luck, how could the man eight hundred years ago go against the flow? And..."

Another person answered, and then pointed his finger at the sky, and then the black piece in his hand fell.

In an instant, the adversity was broken, and the black and white sides switched offense and defense.

The person holding the white piece sighed and put down the chess piece in his hand.

His eyes penetrated the boundless time and space, and took in the entire small world.

"It seems that these little guys don't have good luck, and luck doesn't favor them."

Another person also laughed and said, "Do you know why that person personally spoke up and rated the little guys in the second stage?"

"What happened?"

"Someone killed the Dark Dragon!"

"What? Who is that person?"

The middle-aged man in black smiled and pointed to two places, saying, "If it weren't for the luck, how could such a feat be achieved?"

"But..."

The middle-aged man in white hesitated to speak, looked at someone lying dead in the prison, and finally did not speak.

The middle-aged man in black smiled and was about to speak, but his eyes suddenly looked in other directions.

"Look, isn't this a lucky one? A one in ten thousand chance."

Then, the two looked somewhere.

...

Mo Nan lay quietly on the wooden bed in the prison, as if he had fallen asleep.

If you look closely, his brows have been twisted into a "川" shape.

A morning passed, during which time, apart from the jailer who brought him food, he hadn't even seen a fly.

"It's not a good idea to wait like this, there's no hint of the task at all!"

Mo Nan sat up from the bed, he felt that he might have made a wrong judgment.

Going to jail might not be the content of the assessment, or in other words, a necessary condition.

He had to get out and leave here by all means.

Regardless of whether the content of the assessment was self-rescue, he had to leave here!

He had to save himself!

Looking at the empty jail, Mo Nan frowned tightly, but how could he save himself?

He remembered the conversation between the officers and soldiers and the thin figure before.

Wang family? Destroy the whole family?

Thinking of this, Mo Nan turned over and stood up.