The solution to the blood poison in southern Xinjiang has not yet been figured out, and the three-day period has quietly arrived.
The sun was rising, and Feng Mian, accompanied by Lord Huangsui and Qianyun, stood at the foot of the back hill of Laifeng Academy.
Laifeng College has always had an iron-clad rule for recruiting new students. You cannot enter through the main entrance, you must enter on the back mountain. Only qualified people can successfully join the college after passing numerous examinations.
At this time, there were many young people coming and going on the small mountain road leading to the academy. All of them were heroic, and their auras were not weak. And the weapons in their hands were not low-level.
According to Feng Mian's observation, most of these people are children of aristocratic families in the imperial capital. Although they were not prioritized by the college deacons, they still obtained the qualifications to participate in the assessment through various connections and the power of money.
"It seems that the attraction of Laifeng College this year is really quite big. Shengtian College was comparable to it in previous years, but probably because of little friend Feng Mian, their reputation has indeed been greatly reduced."
Huangsui looked at the many references below and joked casually.
"Father, how can you say that! Shengtian Academy's style of doing things has always been very arrogant. They are able to stand in a strong position in Cangzhou, and they mostly use force to suppress them. Their reputation is not good in the first place.
"
Qianyun hurriedly explained: "Even if there were no Master Fengmian, if he had done anything else, sooner or later, he at Shengtian College would have paid the price for what he had done. This is called the reincarnation of heaven."
Turning to look at Feng Mian: "Young Master, Qianyun believes in you. With your strength, it will be easy for you to enter Laifeng Academy. But you still have to be careful. Many of these young masters from aristocratic families are narrow-minded."
Nodding, Feng Mian glanced at Qianyun and remembered her last words.
Holding his hands, Feng Mian said: "City Lord, Miss Qianyun, thank you for taking care of me in the past few days. I will go over first."
As soon as his footsteps moved, Feng Mian's figure swept towards the back mountain mysteriously.
City Lord Huangsui looked at Feng Mian's back and said thoughtfully: "Oh... I hope everything goes well. I hope he won't become the target of public criticism. After all, he is too conspicuous at the Fengling Banquet."
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Feng Mian stepped onto the hill behind Laifeng College and lined up according to the rules.
The person in charge of invigilating the exam was a middle-aged man wearing college uniform. When he saw Feng Mian, a sharp look flashed in his eyes. Of course, Feng Mian also noticed it, but he was a little confused for a moment.
"Everyone, when you come here today, you trust our Laifeng Academy. If you want to become a new student of our Laifeng Academy, it depends on whether you have real ability. There is no favoritism here."
The middle-aged man looked at everyone, scanning them one by one, but paused for half a second on Feng Mian.
"I am your invigilator this time. You can call me Deacon Wu. The content of the assessment is very simple. Have you seen the ten steps over there? As long as you can walk up it, you can enter the academy directly."
Everyone looked to the right, and there was indeed a staircase there. There were only ten steps in total, leading directly to the academy.
"Is it that simple? I thought it would be difficult to join Laifeng College. It turns out that you only need to walk ten steps. It seems that the assessment of Laifeng College is nothing more than that."
At this time, Deacon Wu's voice sounded again: "I know what you are thinking. If you think this is very simple and take it lightly, you are destined to fail to reach the threshold of my college. I advise you to be cautious."
Many reference people looked at these ten steps and had their own thoughts in their minds.
Smart people will know that since the academy has set up this assessment, then
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It can't be that simple. There must be some mystery in the ten steps. But what exactly could it be?
"Of course, if you have the ability and don't bother to enter the academy in this way, you can also challenge the century-old formation of our academy - the Twelve Gathering Sun Formation. But once you enter, life or death will depend on fate."
Feng Mian calculated in his mind that the city lord had said before that the Twelve Sun-Gathering Formation of Laifeng Academy had been created for a hundred years, but few people could crack it. The shadow of the strength of the twelve Sun-Gathering Realm was constantly changing in the formation, and the younger generation could not help but
Possibly cracked.
"The rules are very simple, but the assessment is not simple at all. Let's start now, in groups of ten, for the assessment!"
With an order, time is like a stick of incense. When the incense burns out, those who cannot walk up the ten steps will be considered unqualified and will be automatically eliminated. Those who pass within one stick of incense will be considered first.
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At this time, a man wearing a moon-white robe and dressed very delicately, holding a sword in his hand, was the first to bear the brunt: "Everyone, since everyone is thinking about it, let me go first!"
He walked forward quickly and stepped on the stairs. Everyone watched helplessly, but in fact, there was no change in the surroundings. Not even slight fluctuations occurred. But strangely, the man's face gradually became ugly.
He stepped up the stairs step by step. When he stepped on the third step, big beads of sweat appeared on his face and forehead. His expression became painful. He bared his teeth and even let out a muffled roar: "Ah..."
He moved his right hand and pulled out the long sword. He kept waving it in the air. The sword energy spread out layer by layer, and everyone subconsciously defended themselves. The eyes looking at the stairs changed drastically. What on earth happened?
After a while, the man couldn't bear the pressure on the stairs. The long sword fell from his hand and he fell back. He half-knelt on the ground with a decadent look on his face. His hair and clothes were soaked with sweat, and he was very embarrassed.
Everyone looked at each other, and a strong man holding a big sword stepped forward: "Is it really so scary? I don't believe it, let me give it a try."
Dragging the big knife, the man stepped forward step by step. He stepped on the stairs. There were waves under his feet, but they quickly dissipated. He walked up step by step, and until the fifth step, he felt nothing strange.
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Everyone looked at this scene in surprise, including the man in moon-white robes. They looked at the strong man in disbelief: "This is impossible! How could you walk up so easily? The pressure is obviously very strong, why is this?"
From beginning to end, Feng Mian has been observing carefully. What is the mystery of these ten steps? Why can't the man in white walk up, but the strong man can pass it easily?
Next, everyone walked up one by one. Naturally, some people stepped back after the first step, while others could easily walk ten steps. But no matter what, no one knew what the mystery was.
Deacon Wu looked at the young people walking up and nodded with a smile: "Well, yes, you are indeed very good. With such a character, you are indeed qualified to enter our Laifeng Academy for systematic study and practice."
Next, it was finally the turn of the last ten people, including Feng Mian.
The leader, a man in light blue attire, raised his hands to the people behind him: "Everyone, I'll go first."
He walked a little faster and stepped onto the stairs. He frowned, this first step had no effect on him.
The second step, the third step, the fourth step, and the fifth step have no effect.
It was not until the sixth step that his face changed and his body trembled slightly. But he did not panic and forced himself to calm down. He closed his eyes, blocked his ears, blocked the six senses with spiritual power, and soon stepped on
Go up ten steps.
Among ten people, someone
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Some people were happy and some were melancholy. Five people failed, four people went up, and finally it was Fengmian's turn.
He took a deep breath and stepped onto the stairs.
In an instant, a tyrannical force of pressure came towards his face. He ran his skills and resisted forcefully.
Take the second step and still be able to bear it. The third step, the fourth step, the fifth step, and up to the seventh step.
Deacon Wu looked at him, frowning secretly, as if he was thinking about something.
When he took the seventh step, Feng Mian couldn't put his feet down. What was going on?
Suddenly, the mysterious man's voice came lazily: "This test is somewhat interesting. It tests whether there are too many distracting thoughts in a person's heart. Once there are too many distracting thoughts, they will be blocked by a strong aura and unable to move forward.
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"Distractions?"
Feng Mian suddenly understood why the man had blocked his six senses before.
"Idiot, have you forgotten what kind of skill you are practicing? The Golden Body Technique of the Ming Dynasty is superior to all other skills. Wouldn't it be over if you just swallowed this little aura? You have been delaying it for so long."
With a thought in his mind, Feng Mian quickly ran the Golden Body Technique. The meridians in his body were filled with a golden light, and a powerful aura burst out. He spread his hands and forcibly faced the oppressive force on the stairs.
boom!
After taking a heavy step, he finally climbed up the ten-step ladder. Speaking of distractions, he did have a lot of distractions. His father's life or death was uncertain, his mother was missing, and the safety of the Feng family, these were all he was concerned about.
Seeing this, everyone in front of Feng Mian exclaimed: "Brother, you are so awesome! You actually dared to confront the aura above, and you succeeded. I'm afraid you are the first person to pass the test in so many years.
Bar!"
"That's right, brother, let's get to know Mo next week."
Feng Mian also smiled and cupped his hands: "Feng Mian."
"Oh? Are you the Feng Mian who was spotted by Deacon Li Mu at the Fengling Banquet? You are indeed extraordinary! But logically speaking, shouldn't you enter the academy directly? Why do you come to take the assessment with us?"
Just as he was speaking, Deacon Wu stepped forward and held out his hand to stop Feng Mian: "You are Feng Mian, right? The person who is regarded as a traitor by Shengtian Academy? Since you can be noticed by Deacon Li Mu, you must be outstanding.
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Feng Mian looked at him. It was obvious that he wanted to cause trouble. But had he ever provoked the person in front of him?
He waved his sleeves and said: "Other people who have passed the test can enter the academy. You are in a good mood and are qualified to enter. But Feng Mian, since Deacon Li Mu thinks you are excellent, this assessment is nothing."
His eyes darkened, Feng Mian looked at Deacon Wu: "What do you mean by this? Am I still unable to enter the academy after passing these ten steps? Is this a rule, or is it your personal intention?"
"Feng Mian, you are so presumptuous! Is this your attitude when talking to your elders? Don't think that just because you are favored by Archdeacon Li Mu, you can be arrogant. I am the invigilator here, and you must listen to me in everything."
Pointing to the mountain on the left, he said: "Since you have something special, then these Twelve Sun-Gathering Formations must not be able to stop you. As long as you pass through the formation, you can successfully enter the academy. But if you fail, don't blame me.
Already."
When everyone heard this, they were in an uproar.
When did Laifeng Academy have such rules? This is obviously making things difficult!
Feng Mian stared at Deacon Wu with a gloomy face, who lowered his head and said in his ear: "Who asked you to insult my nephew? Now that you have done it, you must be prepared to pay the price."
With a raised brow, Feng Mian said coldly: "Deacon Wu, you are trying to serve the public good for your own benefit!"