The most powerful Taoist boy in recorded history wrote a thousand runes.
He can be called the strongest person since the Shenmu Sect was founded.
And this man also created countless legends in the past, and was the number one master in Bailian Continent at that time.
Later, he even ascended to the fairy world, leaving behind countless legends.
Apart from the founder of the Shenmu Sect, his achievements are the highest.
At this time, Zhuang Wuming was thinking whether he needed to show extreme strength.
After thinking about it, he didn't plan to show too much talent, otherwise it would be bad to attract the attention of the senior management and check him carefully.
After all, the Shenmu Sect is just a universe in this mysterious area.
There is also the fairy world of four-dimensional time and space above. It is hard to say that there is no communication between the two worlds, just in case someone below notifies the fairy world.
If the fairy world notices him, it will be difficult to hide it.
As a high-dimensional person, he naturally knows about the existence of descendants.
This is not something that can be concealed. If it attracts the attention of the fairy world and causes problems in the advent, then the gain will outweigh the loss.
But Zhuang Wuming must maintain his first position to ensure that he can enter the inner gate.
"It seems we can only come one by one."
Zhuang Wuming narrowed his eyes and began to write runes one by one slowly.
His speed was very average, and his mind invisibly scanned all the Taoists present and observed their writing speed.
The focus is on being a Taoist who writes the runes correctly.
Soon he spotted a few key figures.
Among them were Lou Manxing and Hua Qianhua, as well as two other Taoists.
Zhuang Wuming recognized them, they were all outstanding figures among Taoists.
After determining the speed at which they could write runes, Zhuang Wuming had already calculated how many runes they could write in one hour.
"The maximum is four hundred runes?"
"Then if I write two hundred more than them, that's about it."
"The gap of one-third is enough to stand out."
Thinking of this, Zhuang Wuming adjusted his writing speed.
Time passed slowly, and after about an hour, the assessment ended.
With six hundred runes, Zhuang Wuming's thoughts swept the entire place.
Apart from him, Hua Qianhua has the most, with about 430 runes.
Lou Manxing has 400 runes, and there is another one with 390 runes.
The test paper quickly flew into the sky and landed on the long table in the stands.
The old man in blue robe looked at the three piles of test papers in front of him and said to the eighteen young men in blue robes around him, "You guys can mark the papers."
Eighteen people came to the first subject test paper in the stands and began to grade and mark the papers in front of everyone.
Their speed was very fast, and the test papers were floating in front of them.
Then there were brushes floating in front of them.
They graded papers very quickly. In the blink of an eye, thousands of papers were judged by them.
Then comes the second subject and the third subject.
Time passed slowly, and it was already eight or nine o'clock at night.
A bright pearl rose from the stands, and the light bloomed, making the square as bright as day.
The surroundings were filled with water and fire Taoist boys who refused to leave. The Sutra Taoist boys below were all nervously watching the marking process.
As time passed by, the solemn look in their eyes became deeper and deeper.
Finally, the eighteen young people finished marking their papers and retreated to the other side of the stand.
Just listen to the loud voice of the old man in green robe saying, "The top ten test papers of the third subject are drawn."
Among the eighteen people, ten quickly walked out, took out the third subject test paper, and lined up one by one.
The old man in green robe said again, "Take out the top ten test papers from the second subject and the third subject."
The five men in blue robes quickly walked to the second subject test paper, found ten test papers, and handed them to the ten people in front of them according to their names.
"Pull out the top ten test papers from the first subject and the third subject."
The remaining three young men in blue robes quickly took out the ten test papers from the first subject and handed them to the ten people holding the test papers.
After all three test papers were selected, the old man in green robe walked down.
His footsteps stopped in front of everyone holding the test paper.
He would scan their test papers, especially the second subject, and read them carefully.
Ten steps later, his voice sounded, "After comprehensive evaluation, in this big test, the third floor is full of stars, the second is a thousand flowers, and the first is Ding Quan."
The old man of Qingpao announced the results, and countless voices sounded in the field.
"Why."
"No chance."
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Many scripture Taoists completely lost their vitality and sat down on the ground.
Some looked ashen and stood motionless.
Jumping over the Dragon Gate ends here, they lose.
Lou Manxing and Hua Qianhua were stunned when they heard the final result.
Both of them looked ugly.
Originally, all the sutra boys of this year had been investigated.
There are only a few people who are qualified to compete with them.
They are both confident that they can defeat each other, and the only opponents are the two of them.
But now a little-known figure actually won the first prize in one fell swoop.
However, they could only be ranked second or third, which was difficult for them to accept.
At this time, the old man in green robes said, "The first three come out and come to me."
Upon hearing this, Zhuang Wuming left his seat and strode towards the stands.
Lou Manxing and Hua Qianhua also walked up.
The three of them came to the stands, and the old man in green robe looked at the three of them.
"According to the sect's rules, from now on, you are our disciples."
"Follow me."
As he said that, he and the eighteen young men in blue robes left with the three of them.
At this time, the emcee made a voice from behind.
"This major exam is over. The Sutra boys will go back and pack up their belongings before going down the mountain tomorrow."
As they went away, the sound became fainter, and finally nothing could be heard.
Following the green-robed old man and his group, they crossed the stone road and walked towards the continuous palace behind the square.
Soon they came to a large hall.
Eighteen young men in blue robes each stood at the door of the hall. The old man in blue robes waved to the three of them, "Come in."
With that said, he took the lead and stepped into the hall.
Zhuang Wuming raised his head and looked at the plaque in the main hall.
There are three big characters written on it, "Inheritance Hall."
Several people walked in and saw a statue of the ancestor.
The main hall is very spacious, and there is an old man in purple sitting in front of the statue of the Patriarch.
He looked as if he was ninety years old, with white hair, old skin, and countless wrinkles. He looked like he was about to die.
But in Zhuang Wuming's perception, these are all appearances.
The three people who entered under the leadership of the old man in green robe held their breath and concentrated, not daring to make random sounds.
The old man in green robe came to the old man in purple and said respectfully, "Elder of inheritance, Qing Ming has brought this generation of disciples here."
The inheritance elder opened his old eyelids, his eyes were clear and his old age was gone.
He glanced at Zhuang Wuming, Lou Manxing, and Hua Qianhua.
He raised his arm slightly, and a blue-covered roster fell from the sky above the hall.