Ximenyu naturally didn't know what Lanruo was thinking, but what surprised Ximenyu was that he was not the only one among the thirty people who passed the disciple test.
"What are the names of you four?" Imperial Master Yuhua asked, pointing to the other four practitioners.
"Back to the Imperial Master, junior Zhou Qingqiu."
"Back to the Emperor's Master, junior Yi Tian."
"Return to the Imperial Master, disciple Wang Wenhao."
"Back to the Emperor's Master, brother... I am speechless."
"Yeah, it's very good. You have also defeated your opponents, especially Yi Tian and Wu Yan. Your opponents are among the top five disciples. But if you want to pass my level, you have to show your skills.
You behave like little brother Ximenyu at a glance, don’t you know what you think?”
"Yes, Imperial Master."
After some tests, among the four cultivators, only Yi Tian and Wu Yan passed the imperial master examination, and together with Ximen Yu, there were three.
"Haha, not bad, really good. I didn't expect that three of this year's Imperial Examination candidates passed the Qiu Examination at the same time. The real young people are formidable."
"Bang bang." Others present applauded, feeling both envy and admiration in their hearts. The first hill, that dreamed place.
"Okay, let's continue with the assessment." Imperial Master Yuhua continued.
...
Soon it was Lanruo's turn to play. Ximenyu encouraged: "Lanruo, remember our agreement, come on."
"Yeah." Lanruo nodded heavily. Ximenyu's words seemed to be full of magic, making Lanruo suddenly full of strength.
Lanruo was assigned to fight against a disciple named Wang Zhongjun. This disciple was about forty years old, but he was already mostly bald. A few hairs on his forehead were still entangled from both sides. When he saw him
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Wang Shijun looked at Lan Ruo slyly and said, "Sister, you are so beautiful. What is your name?"
"What are you talking about? Let's get started." After saying this, Lanruo took out the flute and was about to play the flute in his hand, but in the blink of an eye, Wang Zhongjun snatched it from his hand.
"Don't worry, sister. This flute of yours is so unique. Just give it to my brother."
"You, give it back to me." Lan Ruo said in anger and shock. She didn't expect that her opponent was so strong, and even her weapons were taken away. Without the flute, Lan Ruo's sound attack would be seriously affected.
"Sister, don't be so stingy." Wang Zhongjun said with a smile.
"Ah, give it back to me quickly." Lan Ruo roared angrily, and the vocal attack swept towards the opponent.
But Wang Zhongjun just turned the flute in his hand a few times and moved Lan Ruo's sound attack wave to other places.
Lanruo felt very helpless, as his attack just disappeared. Without the aid of the flute, there was no chance of winning at all.
"How do you want to pay me back?" Lan Ruo said depressedly.
"Hey." Wang Zhongjun lightly wiped Lanruo's flute a few times, and then threw the flute to Lanruo.
Lan Ruo didn't even look at it, and directly attached his voice attack to the nine-melody and eighteen-hole flute. Suddenly Lan Ruo's voice attack became at least ten times more powerful.
Amidst the melodious flute sound in the air, the air was torn apart and crackled.
However, Wang Zhongjun still didn't pay attention to Lan Ruo's attack. He swept his hand towards Lan Ruo. His hand was getting bigger and bigger, and when he was about to hold Lan Ruo's delicate body in his hand, Ximen Yu secretly used the spirit-inducing technique.
When it was used on Wang Zhongjun's right palm, there was a bang, and Wang Zhongjun's huge phantom palm was blown red.
Wang Zhongjun looked at Lan Ruo in surprise. He didn't expect that this woman would be so hateful when she took action. If he hadn't still had some strength, his palm would have been blown away.
"I just wrote a few words on your flute, why did I do it so hard?" Wang Zhongjun said in pain.
Lan Ruo was stunned for a moment, but then he knew that Ximen Yu must be helping him secretly. Maybe he had already seen that he was definitely no match for the wretched man in front of him.
Lan Ruo then looked down at his beloved flute and saw the words written on it: "Spend the night with me."
Lan Ruo was trembling with anger. This was a gift from Ximen Yu to herself. She regarded it as a treasure. She didn't expect that the wretched man in front of her would desecrate her beloved flute in this way.
So Lan Ruo angrily rushed towards the wretched man, wanting to teach him a lesson.
Lanruo rushed in front of his opponent regardless. Seeing this, Ximenyu secretly detonated the spirit-inducing technique on Wang Zhongjun again. Others saw that as soon as Lanruo's body came into contact with Wang Zhongjun, Wang Zhongjun was suddenly blown away.
Lan Ruo was secretly happy in her heart. Ximen Yu was really powerful. His spells were so unpredictable that he was really hard to guard against. Of course, it was also related to the fact that his opponent was not very strong. Wang Zhongjun's strength ranked first among the thirty disciples of the first level of the hill.
He was around twenty-three or four, so it was really easy for Ximenyu to secretly use the spirit-guiding technique to deal with him. After all, Ximenyu's spirit-guiding technique was definitely a superior technique.
"Wow, amazing." Lanruo's wonderful performance attracted everyone's attention. After all, among these hundreds of practitioners, it is difficult to find a woman who can be as beautiful and powerful as Lanruo.
"Haha, this girl is pretty good." At this time, among the disciples who came down from the first level of the hill, one of the thirteen or fourteenth disciples laughed.
"Tch, it's just you?" Another disciple ranked eighth scolded.
"What's wrong with me? You're only a few ranks higher than me. It doesn't matter."
"Hmph, in short, with your appearance and strength, there is no chance, haha."
"You! I don't think you're any better. Look at Zhang Yijian."
"Forehead."
Zhang Yijian was seen looking at Lan Ruo infatuatedly, as if he was admiring his own goddess.
"Huh, that's too much. Doesn't he have a girlfriend?"
"It's a fair competition for everyone, why are you so guilty?" the thirteenth or fourteenth ranked disciple sneered.
"Okay, if that's the case, don't blame me. Anyway, I'm going to settle on this girl." The eighth-ranked disciple secretly gritted his teeth.
Lan Ruo walked towards Wang Zhongjun step by step. Wang Zhongjun was frightened by Lan Ruo's mysterious magic and kept retreating. He didn't want to be blown to pieces again.
"You...what do you want to do?" Wang Zhongjun asked anxiously.
"You insulted my things, tell me what to do." Lan Ruo said coldly.
"I...I don't know, I didn't do it on purpose. If I lose, just let me go." Wang Zhongjun regretted. Now he is riding a tiger with difficulty, and everyone is laughing.
"Let you go, unless you...you apologize to me and remove the bad words on my flute."
"Um, okay, I apologize. I was wrong. I shouldn't have angered you, my aunt."
Lanruo frowned but said nothing.
"I also have a way to remove the words on your flute, give it to me." Wang Zhongjun said with a smile.