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It wasn't just Han Changfeng who lost his cool.
After seeing Yan Xiu and Ping Yang and others constantly appearing in the picture, the entire Royal Academy completely exploded.
Because no one can explain why five people, including Fang Zhengzheng and Yan Xiu, were able to pass the twin monuments one after another.
Could it be that all five of them were able to memorize all the inscriptions on the Twin Monuments on the Bright Stele word by word, and then copy them onto the Dark Stele
How can this be
At this moment, only one word flashed through everyone's mind at the same time.
"Cheating?!"
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What kind of cheating method can give five people incredible memory in an instant
No one can guess it clearly, so it is naturally impossible for the candidates taking the martial arts test in the Shengtian World to guess it.
In the Holy Heaven World, Fang Zhengzheng stood leisurely in the Third Wheel World.
There is also an open space here, with neat stones piled together. A stone house stands alone in the east of the open space. There are some greenery around the stone house, which are tall and lush trees.
In the open space, each examinee had injuries of varying severity.
But at this moment, they all stopped fighting and stared dumbfounded at the five figures that suddenly appeared in the open space.
"Fang...Fang Zhengzheng?!"
"Five people?!"
"Why are there five people...how did they come to the third wheel world?"
Every candidate naturally remembers the three poor people who were captured by Pingyang. They were the three people they thought were unlucky, but now, two of them are standing in front of them.
"Gulu!" A candidate swallowed hard.
"Did they... cross the broken bridge?!"
"If there are five people, does that mean they have passed the twin monuments?" Another candidate added at the side.
"How is this possible?! Five people have passed the twin monuments. Even if I were to kill you, I wouldn't believe it!"
The surprise in everyone's eyes was even more exaggerated than that of Han Changfeng and others in the Royal Academy, because they had already paid a bloody price in order to enter the third round.
But now, Fang Zhengzheng and others naturally had no blood on their bodies.
Not even a scratch.
"So you are only in the third round?" Fang Zhengzheng looked at the dozens of candidates around him with a slightly surprised expression on his face. However, the surprised expression was obviously different from the dozens of candidates.
"What do you mean it's only the third round?"
The candidates were completely awakened after hearing what Fang Zheng said.
"Then, go ahead!" Fang Zhengzheng naturally had no obligation or responsibility to explain to these candidates.
He just casually snatched the stone mold from a poor guy's hand. Then, he put the mold into the breast shield in his arms.
This mold is engraved with the three thousand inscriptions on the twin tablets, so its value is naturally different.
He needed to keep it as a souvenir.
What's more, it also contains the concept of movable type printing.
However, it is difficult to piece together all the three thousand inscriptions on the Ming tablet in the twin tablets within a quarter of an hour.
If it weren't for the way of all things in this world, it would be extremely powerful. You can directly control the combination of "movable type" into the mold, which is probably really difficult to complete within the specified time.
If it were a previous life where I was good at piecing it together, it would have been impossible without even an hour.
Fang Zhengzheng did not explain to these candidates, and naturally he did not stay too long, because the number of candidates in front of him was obviously not right.
This means that someone has already entered the fourth round.
In the Shengtian World, there are only four worlds in total. After entering the fourth round, it is equivalent to entering the final duel stage of the martial arts test.
"The last pass?" Fang Zhengzheng looked at a stone house not far away.
He didn't know what was in it. Because everyone who enters has no memory of the existence of the stone house. Of course, no one has ever come out of the stone house...
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The heavy rain in Yanjing City still shows no sign of stopping. Instead, it is getting heavier and heavier. The falling water drops are connected in a line, like a curtain of crystal beads.
In such weather, naturally few people go out.
The guards at the city gate stood under the city gate despite the heavy rain, with somewhat agitated emotions on their faces.
And at this time. A group of people walked in the rain. They were a group of soldiers with bright armor. When they moved forward in the heavy rain, the rain seemed to be isolated. None of it really drips off the armor.
Just by looking at this scene, one can tell that these sergeants are all above the Amaterasu realm.
Under each sergeant's saddle were green horses, each one as black as ink, with four hooves covered with scales, galloping in the rain, splashing white mist.
The guards at the city gate saw this group of sergeants. The agitation on his face immediately disappeared, and he quickly changed to a respectful expression.
The group of people passed through the city gate, but without stopping for a moment, they went straight into Yanjing City.
The direction turned out to be the Imperial City.
The city gate guards waited until the group of sergeants passed by and then breathed a sigh of relief. However, the guards' eyes flashed with doubts, as if they were curious and inexplicably nervous.
A group of sergeants left, and it seemed that calm should have been restored.
However, this is not the case.
A quarter of an hour after the group of sergeants passed through the city gate, a figure wearing a bamboo hat on his head and a large black robe slowly appeared in the guard's sight.
The guard's expression fell apart again.
Although this figure did not expand the territory like the sergeants just now, the guards could feel that this figure did not seem to be too simple.
In fact, a person walking alone in a heavy rain would attract people's attention. What's more, this person also deliberately kept his bamboo hat extremely low, so low that no one could see his face at all.
"Stop, take off the hat!" The two guards looked at each other, this was an instinctive feeling.
The figure stopped and stood quietly in the rain.
However, he still didn't take off the bamboo hat. He just stood quietly, like a black stone sculpture.
"I told you to take off the hat, didn't you hear me?" the two guards shouted again, the spears in their hands had been raised, and they looked extremely bright under the wash of the heavy rain.
Above the city gate, a row of guards with bows and arrows hanging behind their backs also noticed this scene.
Bows and arrows were pulled out quickly, as if if the black shadow made any movement, it would be shot on the spot.
Yanjing City, the imperial capital, is so heavily guarded.
There are two guards outside the city gate, and there are eight guards inside the city gate. If you add a row of guards on the city tower, there will be no less than twenty people.
In such a situation, no one would act rashly.
However, the man in black robe moved.
After the bow and arrow were pulled up, he slowly moved. His movements were very slow, and his hand slowly raised, as if there was no resistance.
The guards' nerves were tensed at this moment.
They are well-trained and know that the more they don't resist, the more likely they are to resist. They did not look down on the enemy and just waited for the man in black robe to take off his hat and verify his identity.
If there is a suspicious person, they will immediately ring the warning bell. At that time, all the guards will arrive in an instant, and even the patrol battalion stationed inside the city gate will respond immediately.
"Slowly take off your hat, and don't have any intention of resisting. There are at least ten arrows pointing at you on the city wall!" The guard issued a warning. It was a warning, but it was also a temptation.
The man in black robe did not speak, but slowly raised his hand until it was aimed at the guard at the city gate.
"Fire the arrow!"
The guard's expression changed in an instant, because he had clearly seen what was in the sleeve of the man in black robe. It was a sleeve like a black hole, with a faint starlight twinkling inside.
This is a terrible scene.
"Beng Beng Beng..."
The sound of a series of sharp arrows being released sounded.
Ten arrows were shot neatly from the city gate. The sharp arrows penetrated the rain curtain, but their speed did not slow down at all. The heavy rain washed the bright arrow tips, and they shone with a faint cold light in the rain.
"Buzz!"
A ray of light lit up from the sleeves of the black-robed man, like a ripple, shattering ten sharp arrows, cutting through the rain curtain like a knife, passing through the bodies of the guards, and finally leaving a trail on the city wall. Tiny cracks.
The cut is as smooth as a knife.
The two guards stared at the man in black robes with their eyes widened in disbelief.
It's a pity that they can no longer speak, because there is also a crack in their throats, which is as thin and smooth as the crack on the city wall.
The heavy rain is still falling.
The arrows on the city gate were shot out again, but the man in black robe left.
It was like he had never appeared at the city gate.
Kill both guards.
And then leave
This didn't seem to make any sense, especially for a master like him. But he just did it, and he didn't say a word from beginning to end.
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On the shore of Shili Lake, the red rocks stand quietly in the rain, like flames in the rainstorm, as if they are going to completely melt the rain in the sky.
Wearing a white dress, she stood among the flames. She held a cyan paper umbrella in her hand, with an ink painting on it.
However, this painting is obviously different from the paintings of ordinary paper umbrellas.
Whether it is from the beginning of the painting to the seal of the red letter behind the painting, everything tells the world that the value of this ink painting even far exceeds the ancient jades and precious stones in the world.
However, this painting was painted on a paper umbrella, and it was held up by the woman in the heavy rain.
The woman gently raised her head, her beautiful eyes staring in the direction of Yanjing City, her black hair fluttering gently in the wind and rain, and the white square scarf on her face was gently blown up by the wind, revealing a picture of a country. .
"What a picture of heavy rain and flames..." The woman moaned softly, as if she was talking to herself, and seemed to be greeting a black figure in front of her who was slowly walking towards her.
(There is one more chapter to be updated during the day, it’s too boring.) (To be continued.) Mobile phone users please visit w to read for a better reading experience.