This time, the unruly figure in the mirror had disappeared. Yang Shirui didn't know why, but felt a little disappointed.
The entrance examination is about to begin, and the examiners have already divided the areas and numbers into eight formations and four levels, A, B, B, D, and Zichou, Yinmao, and they are opposite each other, reinforcing and restraining each other.
Tianmiao found a comfortable place at this moment, summoned the Tianji Mirror, took out a recliner himself, lay on it and began to watch and assess.
At this moment, the harp came out.
"Boss." Honghou sat on the ground next to the recliner, tilted his head and looked at the picture in the secret mirror, "Is that person just now our target this time?"
"Come back so soon?" Tianmiao did not answer Konghou's question, but asked casually.
"There have been no dragons in this world for a long time. The only fake dragon is the Yinglong." Konghou curled his lips, "A lazy and delicious old man is not ashamed. So I am too lazy to go shopping, so I better come back to accompany you, the boss. I will be the one who saddles the boss.
The goal of dragon life."
"Tsk, I haven't seen you for a while, you've grown so much and you're so flattering." Tian Miao laughed a little.
"Hey, that's this guy. Is he our target this time?" Konghou pointed to the person in the mirror. That person was exactly the curly-haired young man with good qualifications that Yang Shirui said.
The reason why Honghou said this was because Honghou vaguely felt that this person had extraordinary luck, and following Tianmiao these days was not in vain. She could also vaguely sense some people with good luck.
Tianmiao raised his eyelids and took a look. The scene in the Tianji mirror had changed.
"Let's watch the assessment. It's boring anyway." Tianmiao still didn't answer Konghou's question, but said this lazily.
Konghou's heart itched, but she wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask. The mode was turned on.
With the sound of a gong, the formation entrance to the first level was opened, and the trial disciples filed in. The first thing they had to deal with was the mysterious formation.
This formation is one of the compulsory formation courses for entry-level disciples of the Canglang Sect, and it tests the disciples' understanding and patience.
There are many people who are hiding in the entrance examination this time. Everyone is looking forward to it. They are all gathered in front of the mirror. The higher the first level, the more interesting it is.
"At one hour, those who can break the formation will advance to the next round. If anyone wants to give up, just tear off his or her number plate, and the exit will appear. Of course, I don't want to see any cowards appear. After the four bells, the third
After one level is over, you can go directly to the next level. If you understand everything, now, the assessment begins." The examiner made a sign in his hand, and the entrance to the Mysterious Array of Heavenly Secrets disappeared behind the assessment disciples.
There was a thick fog all around. There was nothing but fog. Some people raised their feet and walked forward directly. There were also timid people who formed a group of two or three people and walked together. Soon, the 3890 people who were taking the assessment disappeared in the original place.
land.
At first, there were still people laughing and chatting, but less than a quarter of an hour later, a scream appeared in the mist, breaking the calm.
The source of the scream was reflected in the mirror outside the formation.
A fat man huddled on the ground and couldn't help but tremble, and kept shouting: "Help! Please! Don't kill me! There are ghosts, there are ghosts!"
His surroundings were still covered in white mist, and nothing appeared.
The fat man was shaking like chaff, and the fat on his waist was trembling loudly. His appearance was obviously frightening, but it was a bit funny.
Just a moment later, the fat man decisively took off his number plate, a white light flashed, and he lay in the center of the platform.