Except for Gan He, the three masters standing on the stage were stroking their beards with smiles on their faces. Only Gan He was so angry that he wanted to push Ling Wudi outside the Meridian Gate and behead him.
Ling Wudi naturally received Gan He's cannibalistic look... He couldn't help it, who said he could stand out from the crowd?
Shang Feng was very embarrassed when he saw this situation. After all, Gan He was the master personally invited by the emperor this year. Now that there is only one person standing here, it is indeed difficult to face...
"Okay, everyone, please stand still. The three masters will take turns to present the questions...and the student who will finally choose to stay..." Shang Feng glanced at Gan He after he finished speaking.
Ling Wudi was speechless. Although he stood alone in front of Gan He, Shang Feng made it very clear that the questions would be asked in turn... In other words, he would have to answer at least 21 questions...
On the other hand, the students in the two teams over there probably have to answer one question each, so time is a bit tight!
The order of answering questions is from left to right, starting with Shang Jianyuan, then Lu Daoqing, and then Gan He. At this moment, the three of them are all sitting on the Eight Immortals chairs on the stage, and the students below are spreading out to create an open space.
And all the assessment tools for the three subjects have been moved to the center of the square...
Shang Feng picked up the registered list of students and read loudly: "Young Master, First Grade Minister, Xi Leng... come forward!"
A man with a low profile and a big black mole on his eyebrows came out of the crowd. When he came up, he clasped his hands in his fists. No need to ask, he must have chosen martial arts.
"Hello, three masters. I, my student, Xi Leng, want to join Master Shang Jianyuan!" He spoke with a fierce voice, full of energy, and his arms were muscular. You can see the strong muscles through the robe. You can tell that he is a practitioner.
Shang Jianyuan also spoke loudly on the stage: "Choose your own weapons!"
After returning the gift, the man chose a thousand-gold meteor hammer from the array of weapons. Just looking at the two big black iron balls, it seemed that they were heavy. As soon as Xi Leng picked it up, he started playing with it.
There was praise all around, and even Shang Jianyuan on the stage nodded frequently. It is indeed not easy for the son of a first-class official to reach this level!
Ling Wudi looked on from the side, although he was a little shocked, but he didn't really care. Her background as a mercenary meant how to kill people quickly and accurately, but the man in front of her looked a bit like an acrobat...
After a round of applause, the man wiped his sweat and returned to the team. Now he can only finish the competition to see if Shang Jianyuan will choose...
Next, Shang Feng read the disciples of Wen Xiu. Wen Xiu was obviously a little more difficult than Wu Xiu. Not only did he have to pick out a book from a group of tablets in the square for Lu Daoqing to randomly check the passages, but he also had to have the inner strength to skip it.
3 meter high platform...
People who cultivate literature will basically become counselors for building a country in the future, but on this road, even the vegetable seller may have some kung fu, let alone a counselor for a country. Compared with the fierceness of martial arts cultivators, internal cultivators must first
What passes is internal strength...
In fact, Ling Wudi wanted to study literature. When she was a mercenary, she used silver needles, which were considered hidden weapons, but she didn't have the internal strength... She could also jump over the three-meter platform, but she was afraid that she would really have to do it.
When it comes to cultivating internal strength, her physique is not good... Otherwise, she is unlucky!
Before Ling Wudi could finish speaking, Shang Feng had already called his name! Look, bad luck has happened again...
"Hello, three masters, student Ling Wudi... I want to meet Master Gan He to study spiritual cultivation..." Ling Wudi's voice was drowned out by bursts of laughter around him.
It was Shang Feng on the side who shouted silence twice before the square became quiet. Ling Wudi naturally knew why these people were laughing, the first one was his own name, the second one was that such an ugly face deserved such a domineering name...