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The scene of the monk selection competition.

The first day is the pre-selection, testing the spirit root.

The spring morning in the sun is also very hot, especially when being crowded by so many people, Ding Baocheng feels almost irritable.

Large and medium cities are crowded with people and traffic, and there are long queues to squeeze into the squares in the city.

Ding Baocheng stood in front of Kong Mingfan. Shi Baiye didn't know where he was being squeezed. He stood on tiptoe and looked for no one. He raised his arm and wiped his sweat: "Is there too many people? Those few people over there One, blond, looks like a foreigner? Why are they filming another team?"

"Crooked nuts?" Kong Mingfan lowered his head and rested his chin on the top of Ding Baocheng's head to shield him from the scorching sun: "You are talking about foreigners from the North and South Islands, and they have a default quota."

"Oh!" Ding Baocheng remembered what he had heard before. These Yizhou people who came from the sea were too much. It would be fine to compete with them inland, but they still enjoy various privileges. He couldn't help but resentfully said: "Their country What is the difference between paying tribute in exchange for the default quota and paying them for official positions?"

"It doesn't matter." Kong Mingfan's eyes turned cold: "But Ah Bao, you don't have to pay too much attention to it. Just beat them down on the stage. They get something for nothing, and they don't have to worry about losing face."

Ding Baocheng nodded and turned his fist: "Look at mine."

Kong Mingfan smiled and reached under the gauze of his bamboo hat to pinch his chin: "We'll wait and see."

Ding Baocheng frowned and looked left and right: "Hey? Where did Bai Ye and Lan Yang go..."

Kong Mingfan: "When they're not around, do you call them by their first names?"

Ding Baocheng smiled mischievously: "Fourth senior brother, I'm thirsty, can you buy me some cherries? Anyway, you don't participate in the competition, and others are not afraid of you jumping in line."

Kong Mingfan raised his eyebrows and looked at his daughter-in-law. If he needed it, he would be the fourth senior brother, but if he didn't, he would be Fan Xinying.

"Wait here."

Ding Baocheng nodded: "Thank you for your hard work!"

Kong Mingfan bought him a bag of blood-red cherries, borrowed water from the shop to rinse and dry them one by one, then took a paper bag and carried him back to the team.

Ding Baocheng looked at the cherry in his hand and said happily, "You're back? Give it to me quickly."

"Well," Kong Mingfan saw that the little greedy cat was in a hurry, so he smiled and handed him the cherry.

The stern-eyed man behind them seemed inexperienced and came alone. He came late without water and dry food. He was hot and thirsty after being exposed to the sun for almost a whole morning.

The young man who hung his eyes slightly watched Ding Baocheng send delicious cherries one after another into his mouth, and couldn't help swallowing. He couldn't bear to ask them for it directly, so he rolled his eyes and thought of something that he thought was very cute. Smart way.

"Hey, you jumped the queue! Hiss—" the young man with hanging eyes slapped Kong Mingfan's shoulder with a slap, but he didn't expect that not only he missed the slap, but his hand hurt as if he had been pricked by a needle. He took a step back more rationally They yelled at Ding Baocheng who was looking back at him: "What kind of magic trick did you kid use to stab me? I think you don't want to live!"

He said that he drew out the sword at his waist and was about to fight Kong Mingfan to the death.

Kong Mingfan glanced at him, raised his hand and patted the finger prints left by his ashen hand on his shoulder, his eyes were cold, and he said slowly: "If you want to fight, go to the stage, don't be brave here. The conversation between me and my wife Presumably you have heard it too, I am not participating in this competition, so why jump in the queue and say that?"

Diao Xiaoyan was a little scared by the fluctuating killing intent on his body, he felt that his sword seemed to be trembling, snorted hard and mocked: "It turns out that you are a soft food, no wonder you are helping your family's weak Brother, buy this and that."

Kong Mingfan no longer entangled with that boring idiot, and when everyone saw that Diao Xiaoyan closed his sword, they cursed and formed a long line again.

Ding Baocheng wanted to educate the unreasonable Diao Yan, but he was stopped by Kong Mingfan, so he whispered: "He said you are a softie..."

Kong Mingfan whispered in his ear: "I always eat soft food."

He spoke in a loud voice, and the people around him all looked sideways, and they were very surprised that he, who was a soft eater, still ate so calmly.

"I'm really ashamed to say that you have the capital to be proud of eating soft rice?" Diao Xiaoyan snorted.

The women, men and teenagers who watched by Diao Xiaoyan said one after another: "You want to eat it too, but you are too handsome, not as handsome as that black-clothed gentleman, so naturally you can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour."

He shut his mouth and stood behind staring at Ding Baocheng and Kong Mingfan fiercely, his eyes rolled again, and thought of an excellent way to trip Ding Baocheng.

After queuing up until the afternoon, it was finally Ding Baocheng's turn to test his spirit root on stage.

Seeing his calm expression, everyone was discussing, wondering what kind of spiritual root he might be.

Because of the large number of people, in order to speed up the process, the rule of the stage test is that two people take the same test at a time. To ensure fairness and justice, two people need to cross-test each other.

Ding Baocheng came to the stage with Diao Shaoyan. To test the crystal, blood was needed. He asked Diao Shaoyan to pierce his finger with a silver needle and drip it on the crystal stone in Diao Shaoyan's hand.

Diao Xiaoyan grinned at Ding Baocheng, and whispered with his lips: "You wait."

Ding Baocheng glanced at him and didn't speak. He didn't think that Diao Xiaoyan could do anything in public.

After he finished the test, he gave him a short eye test, and then waited for the inspection by the officials of the imperial capital.

The official randomly picked up the slightly eye-catching spirit stone and looked at the sun: "Longjun, foundation building, no spiritual root. You are allowed to enter the preliminary examination. This is your admission card for the preliminary examination."

Diao Xiaoyan happily took over the bright iron sign, raised his eyebrows at Ding Baocheng and walked off the stage, and said to the people behind: "I have seen it just now, that brother named Ding Baocheng is not even a foundation builder. Rubbish."

Everyone heard the words and looked at the young man who was waiting for the referee to announce the result, "But he looks very good-natured, even you can enter the first test, so he won't be able to enter?"

"What do you mean?!" Diao Shaoyan was despised, and was very angry: I just put poison on the silver needle, and his spiritual power was completely dissolved today. I don't believe that anything can be tested.

Ding Baocheng felt his feet go limp for a while, and he couldn't help but hold on to the railing in front of him. He saw the referee pick up his spirit stone. The crystal, which was still full of spiritual power just now, was now dimmed?

He used his spiritual power secretly, and it really dried up without a single drop left. He couldn't help but think of what he said just now.

Ding Baocheng's eyebrows turned cold: Could it be...Hua Ling San?How can it be!

Cultivators are most afraid of dispersing their spiritual power. At least, their spiritual power will be lost for a while, and at worst, it will be lost for a lifetime!Therefore, Hualing Powder is absolutely taboo and is regarded as a monster.

In any era, as long as it is a serious ascetic, it will not use this kind of thing.Why do you have such a thing when you hang your eyes?

The official glanced at Ding Baocheng and then at the Lingshi, and was about to announce that he was not qualified to enter the preliminary round, but a man's cold voice came from behind: "Show me this man's Lingshi."

Ding Baocheng turned his head and saw a noble man wearing a silver-black golden dragon robe coming up from behind the scenes. He was wearing a silver pan-dragon mask, but his face was invisible, only a pair of deep eyes like black ink could be seen.

"His Royal Highness!" the official hurriedly bowed and saluted upon hearing the words: "You have come in person and no one has notified you? The official has already seen this spirit stone, he..."

"I want to see it, do you have an opinion?" Kong Mingfan interrupted him.

Ding Baocheng looked at the legendary King of England, and felt inexplicably familiar.

Kong Mingfan took the Lingshi, raised his finger to look at the sunlight, frowned and looked at the eye-catching eyes in the audience, he had already seen the trick of eye-catching eyes in the audience, so he knew This person's journey is not easy.

Now, if Ding Baocheng is to enter the preliminary round, the only thing he can do is...

He thought about moving his fingers slightly, and saw the spirit stone in his hand shattered and fell to the ground. For a moment, the officials around him were stunned. Kong Mingfan said calmly: "Ding Baocheng, the strength of spiritual power exceeds the load of the spirit stone. Yuanying is at level 4." , Jinmu Shuanglinggen, allowed to enter the preliminary round. This is your gold medal for admission to the preliminary exam."

Ding Baocheng took the gleaming gold medal from the King of England in a daze, and before he could react, he saw that the mysterious King of England who was inexplicably treating him to help him cheat had gone off and hid himself.

Kong Mingfan: "I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first." After speaking, he quickly opened the door curtain and left. Hurry up, otherwise the daughter-in-law will die if she finds out... However, I don't want to die yet.

"Farewell to His Royal Highness!" Everyone knelt down in shock.

A certain official, who knew the truth well, swallowed, and looked at Ding Baocheng differently: Do you dare to run away just to cheat on this person?

Diao Xiaoyan gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "How is it possible! I have already..."

Ding Baocheng was respectfully invited to step down from the stage. In the eyes of the kneeling people and monks, he seemed as if he had descended from heaven. He felt a little embarrassed, and hurriedly lowered his head and ran off the stage and walked to the side. When he saw Kong Mingfan, who was panting, he said, "Why are you so tired? "

Kong Mingfan fanned the wind with his sleeve, and coughed lightly: "It's not that you're tired, it's that you're hot. I saw that you seemed to have encountered an unexpected situation on stage, and you were a little worried, so..."

Ding Baocheng said: "The villain behind us just downloaded Sanlingsan for me, so something went wrong. If it wasn't for King Ying, I might have been swiped."

Kong Mingfan took the gold medal in his hand, "Ah Bao is blessed by nature, he will definitely not have good results with that person."

Ding Baocheng nodded and frowned: "Many acts of unrighteousness will lead to self-death. What I am more concerned about is where did his Sanlingsan come from."

Kong Mingfan said: "Maybe..."

Ding Baocheng looked at him: "You mean... Xianzong?"

Kong Mingfan: "Well, don't think about it. It will be found out. Look, the second senior brother is on stage."

Ding Baocheng looked up, and sure enough, he saw Shi Baiye was taking the test with a man in purple robe and black shirt. He also came down from the stage soon, holding a gold medal in his hand. The tall and handsome man next to him was named Nie Shaojun, who also had a gold medal.

Nie Shaojun and Shi Baiye nodded goodbye, they exchanged each other's voice transmission secret orders, and then went to their respective sects.

【Finish】