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In the Royal Academy, Fang Zhengzheng was no longer in the picture, there was just another scene, in which there were many candidates. ∷∷，
The eyes of Duan Wang Lin Xinjue and Han Changfeng fell on Xing Qing, who was wearing a black outfit in the picture.
At this moment, Xing Qingsui had just eliminated an opponent, opening the door to the third round.
"Not bad, neat and tidy!" Duan Wang Lin Xinjue praised from the side.
"Well, Xing Qing has been training with Xing Hou in the battlefield these years. It seems that he has acquired some of the essence of Xing Hou's fighting spirit. The opponents in the Amaterasu realm can't last even a quarter of an hour in his hands. In the past few years, Xing Qingsui is indeed not in ruins, and there are very few brothers from aristocratic families with such blood." Han Changfeng also nodded.
The strength Xing Qingsui showed just now really surprised him.
"This imperial examination is indeed very exciting. Lord Han, why don't you analyze whether the top spot in this martial arts examination will eventually fall on Xing Qingsui or Nangong Mu?" Prince Duan Lin Xinjue also turned his attention as he spoke. Another Nangong Mu who also entered the third round.
"His Royal Highness Duan Wang, this has put this official in a difficult position. I'm sorry for my poor eyesight, but I still can't tell right now. Nangong Mu's opponents in these two rounds are too weak... It seems that he is deliberately hiding his strength." Han Changfeng shook his head.
"Well, this Nangong Mu..." After Duan Wang Lin Xinjue said this, he did not continue talking and just fell into deep thought.
Next to the two of them, the Ninth Prince Lin Yun seemed to be thinking about something.
Han Changfeng did not talk to Prince Duan Lin Xinjue anymore, but looked at the time. Then, his eyes accidentally fell on the face of the Ninth Prince Lin Yun.
"Haha... What is the Ninth Prince thinking?" Han Changfeng's tone still seemed very polite.
"Well, I was wondering if Fang Zhengzheng could cross the broken bridge." Ninth Prince Lin Yun heard Han Changfeng's words, thought about it, and replied.
"The Ninth Prince is overthinking. The Holy Sky World was created by the Holy Sky God of War, Mengtian. The passes set up here naturally contain Mengtian's will. It is impossible to break through the Amaterasu Realm by force." Han Changfeng heard this. The words of the Ninth Prince. There was a faint glint in his eyes, but he still explained on the side.
"Then there is no way to break this pass?" Ninth Prince Lin Yun was a little confused.
"It's not that it can't be broken, it's that you have to find the right way to break it. But no one who has crossed the Broken Bridge over the years has found a way. Most of them forcefully break through the restrictions. However, as far as I know, there has never been a way. A person from the Amaterasu realm broke through the restriction of crossing this broken bridge." Han Changfeng nodded with a smile.
"So that's it. Then... I guess he can't break it." The Ninth Prince seemed a little disappointed.
"It's not an estimate, it definitely can't be broken!" Duan Wang Lin Xinjue spoke again at this time, and then sighed softly.
There seemed to be a sigh in his eyes.
"Ninth brother, it's not that Brother Wei said anything to you. You also have the blood of our Lin family in your body. Sometimes you have to be careful when doing things. This time you and Brother Wei are supervising the imperial examination. Although Mr. Han is the main author, but you should also look up the knowledge of the Shengtian world, right? Fortunately, your question just now was not heard by outsiders. How could a person from the Amaterasu realm break the restriction of the Broken Bridge? This move is nothing more than the arrogance of those who sit in a well and watch the sky."
"That's what the emperor taught you!" Ninth Prince Lin Yun nodded after hearing what Prince Duan Lin Xinjue said, but his eyes were still thinking.
However, because the picture in front of him was already on the second round of Shengtian World, he didn't know what the current scene was like in the first round.
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In the holy world.
Pingyang was already stamping his feet anxiously as he heard the sounds coming one after another.
"Xing Qing has entered the third round, Nangong Mu has also entered the third round, and I am still waiting for the first round!" Pingyang's little mouth pouted high. He seemed extremely unhappy.
Yan Xiu, who was standing next to her, still looked indifferent, as if he hadn't heard the sound in the sky at all.
As for the three poor children not far from the two of them, they were getting more and more anxious. Because the longer Fang Zhengzheng delays, the greater the hope that they will be pushed down.
Compared with the five people, Fang Zhengzheng's expression looked very relaxed.
He was not too serious or serious, but looked leisurely and contented, looking at the stone bridge at his feet from time to time. From time to time, I looked up at the thick white fog on the opposite side.
If he was thinking about crossing the bridge now, it would be more appropriate to say that he was admiring the broken bridge now.
He has been admiring it since he stepped onto the broken bridge.
He admired the word "Broken Bridge" on the stone tablet in front of the Broken Bridge for almost a quarter of an hour. Then, he carefully appreciated every stone on the Broken Bridge and even every broken gap in the Broken Bridge. Again.
It has to be said that this broken bridge has a classic meaning of vicissitudes of life. In the previous life, it would definitely be called a strange sight, attracting tourists to stop and admire it.
However, what is so special about such a bridge being erected in the Holy World and serving as a condition for passage
Judge by feeling.
Fang Zhengzheng was certain that the world of Shengtian was different from the small world he encountered in the last examination of Xinhe Mansion.
Almost all the passes there are related to formations, but the broken bridge in front of them is completely different. This is a beautiful bridge, and there is almost nothing else except beauty.
Standing on the broken bridge, there is no pressure from the outside world, and there is no stimulation from falling rocks from high altitude or stepping on pins and needles. Anyway, it looks like an ordinary broken bridge.
However, this is the Holy World.
It is a world created by Mengtian, the Holy God of War.
Naturally, this bridge cannot be truly ordinary.
Fang Zhengzheng originally thought that there should be some restrictions on the bridge, at least some reminders, such as words, textures, etc., but after watching it for nearly half an hour, Fang Zhengzheng thought that there should be some restrictions on the bridge.
He found…
Nothing at all.
This kind of design is really a bit intoxicating.
However, Fang Zheng didn't care too much. He wanted to cross the bridge, but he would not get into trouble. He was still very peaceful in mind.
After all, if you really can't get through it, it's actually very simple.
Just throw one person down.
Since there is such a simple solution waiting for him to do, Fang Zhengzheng naturally cannot be too persistent and distressed to cross the bridge.
It’s a blessing to be able to live.
There is no loss if you cannot pass.
Fang Zhengzheng had always been very casual, so when the scenery in front of him was about the same, he took another step forward to see if there were any floating shadows in the sky under the bridge.
However, what made him a little disappointed was that there were no mountains floating in mid-air under his feet, rocks or the like, only a deep and dark cliff.
I can't see the bottom, or in other words, there is no bottom at all.
"Although there is no dazzling scenery under the bridge, looking from the bridge, it still feels like a fairyland."
"The bridge is broken..."
Fang Zhengzheng looked at the looming white mist on the opposite side, slowly closed his eyes, enjoying the breeze, and then, a scene from his past life appeared in his mind.
There, there is also a broken bridge.
Whenever it snows heavily, you can always see the snow covering the bridge deck when standing on the mountain, blending with the surrounding snow-white environment. The bridge body seems to be hidden, while the white snow in the culvert glows with the bridge deck to form a beautiful scenery. In contrast, it seems to have a feeling of being broken but not broken.
"The tower is towering, and you can walk into the center of the lake."
"Mountains will always be moist without rain, and water will be cloudy without clouds."
"The broken bridges are barren and mossy, and the empty courtyards are filled with deep flowers."
"I still remember the moon in the west window, and the sound of bells in the northern forest."
"The Broken Bridge and the Remaining Snow are one of the ten scenic spots in the West Lake. I have been in this world for so many years. I wonder if I suddenly return to the previous world now? Would it be very satisfying to see the spectacular scene of destroying a luxury car with one punch? ?”
Just as he was thinking this, Fang Zhengzheng was suddenly stunned for a moment.
"Wait a moment!"
If you imagine the white mist in front of you as white snow, it seems to match the remaining snow on the broken bridge on the West Lake. Both broken bridges are very old, and both have things that can affect your sight.
The broken bridge in the West Lake is covered with snow, which creates an optical illusion.
The broken bridge in front of us was covered in thick fog and we couldn't see the other side, which created this fairyland-like illusion.
Faintly visible.
It seems to be broken but not broken!
Broken bridge!
"I seem to understand a little bit... No way?! Could it be that this broken bridge is..." Fang Zhengzheng's eyes lit up in an instant, like a ray of dawn descending from the sky.
(It’s less than 3,000 words and took three hours to write. Alas... it’s so hard! Can you please subscribe?) (To be continued.)