They were silent. Naturally, the square was also silent. No one appeared. Everyone's necks were a little sore, but they still looked up at the two flashing names reluctantly.
"This thing is so dark and has no medicinal properties. Could it be charcoal? The academy wouldn't make such a joke, right? But it does look like charcoal... Oh, never mind." Murong Feixue had no intention of arguing.
Just do your best.
I casually wrote in the book, 'Name: charcoal stone, effect: burn fire.'
This answer was Murong Feixue's graffiti, because she herself did not believe it was carbon stone, and it was unlikely that the academy would make such a joke.
However, a moment after she handed over the sign, the Qingyun Square once again burst into loud cheers.
On the cloud card, Murong Feixue's name was already high up on the eighteenth floor, twinkling as if her big bright eyes were blinking at everyone.
After Murong Feixue handed in her answer, she didn't even think that she would win. A burst of light came from the maze of light, and she was teleported away again.
This time the scenery changed. It was no longer a dark place, but a bright room. A chair appeared in the field of vision. In front of the chair was a screen. The situation inside could not be seen clearly, but under the screen there was
Three pairs of feet were exposed.
These three pairs of feet are all wearing gold silk cloud boots, and even the soles are made of gold, which shows their noble status.
"Young man, take a seat. Congratulations on breaking the century-old record of Qingyun Academy's Lingtai Shibapeng. In the past century, you are the first person to reach Lingtai Shibapeng and successfully pass the county. Such a beautiful person is really worthy of my Qingyun.
What a blessing."
Behind the screen, a gentle man's voice sounded, but he did not appear.
Murong Feixue asked in surprise: "Did I break the eighteen pillars of the spiritual platform? Did I do the last one right? Is that really charcoal?"
Behind the screen, another female voice sounded: "The Eighteen Peng Lingtai tests not only the ability to identify stones, but also the courage and courage. It is precisely because no one believes that the last level will actually be an ordinary charcoal stone, so
, the eighteen tents of this spiritual platform have actually been unbreakable for hundreds of years."
Murong Feixue couldn't help but rolled her eyes and muttered to herself: "These people are stupid, how can ordinary people dare to answer such an arrangement?"
If she, Murong Feixue, hadn't really paid attention to this honor, she would never have been able to break it.
As the saying goes, there is no point in being ignorant, but Murong Feixue's actions were very appreciated by the three people behind the screen.
The gentle voice from before laughed and said: "He is indeed a great genius who can enter the school without taking the exam. He really did not disappoint us."
Murong Feixue was startled and smiled bitterly: "Do you all know my identity?"
The second female voice laughed and said: "Is there anyone else in Qingyun Academy who can hide his identity from us? Don't worry, I know you don't want to be exposed. Your identity will not be exposed unless it is absolutely necessary."
Murong Feixue had roughly guessed the identities of the three people at this time. They were the legendary three aloof masters of Qingyun Academy...
"Young man, I came to you this time for two reasons. The first is to commend you for breaking the record of eighteen lofts on the Lingtai. This calligraphy and painting is presented to you. I hope you will perform well."
