Just when his thoughts reached this point, a silver light flashed, and his consciousness was pushed out of the formation.
The examiner's back was immediately covered with cold sweat. The director was standing beside him with a frown on his face, looking into the mirror with his brows furrowed. It seemed that he already knew everything.
"Master, what should I do about this...? This formation is different from the past. If a mistake is made, even the soul will be scattered. I don't know who actually changed the difficulty to a hundred times the original!" The examiner's heart sank.
It's such a pity that this rare genius is going to die like this.
The leader twirled his beard, raised his hand and pointed in the mirror, "You and I don't know what destiny does. When Chenfeng entered the formation, he was different from everyone else."
The examiner's expression relaxed slightly. Yes, if you want to become the second genius, you will definitely not fail here, but it is too difficult. There are thousands of practicing disciples, and there are only one or two. This
Half of the one or two geniuses will die in the trial. Those who can survive are the geniuses. The Canglang Sect has only produced one for thousands of years.
Tianmiao glanced at Ying Long, who was shaking his head beside him, and asked casually: "The last time Ye Chenfeng entered the formation, you changed the difficulty of the formation? Did you make them all think it was destiny?"
Yinglong was still watching the performance of Jiewen Zhan, but when he heard Tianmiao's question, he almost broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly explained: "They are stupid and think it is destiny. How can I dare to do things on behalf of Lord Tiandao?"
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"I think it's the truth that you don't want to do things for Lord Tiandao." Honghou was finishing his blows at the side.
Yinglong glared at Kong Hou: "You really don't want to pick up any of the pots. You are so narrow-minded! What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Boss, do you think this interpretation battle will break the formation?" Dong Xiao asked curiously. Dong Xiao didn't want to pay attention to Konghou and Yinglong at all. He always felt that once he paid attention to them, his IQ would be easily lowered by them. So he ignored them and turned around.
The head asked about the owner.
"I don't know." Tianmiao lazily closed his eyes, rocked the recliner and ate snacks leisurely.
Dongxiao and Konghou looked at each other. It wasn't that they didn't know, but that their master was too lazy to know.
It seems that this interpreter is indeed not the destined person of this world.
Ying Long looked in the mirror with wide eyes and whispered in surprise: "Oh, is this curly boy..."
Jie Wenzhan turned the judge's pen in his hand and stared at the star chart without moving his eyes.
The atmosphere outside the formation was surprisingly tense. Everyone was silent in unison and looked in the mirror attentively. At this time, you could have heard a pin drop.
Finally half an hour passed.
After that, Jie Wenzhan slowly closed his eyes, a smile appeared on his handsome face, and his calm expression reappeared.
He made a move that made everyone open their mouths.
Lean back, slowly, stand on your head with one hand, look at the star chart, and count the points in the air with the judge pen in your left hand. Every time the judge pen stops, a star will move with it. In the huge galaxy, the seemingly chaotic star palaces are there.
The judge's pen moved in an orderly manner.
Then, Jie Wenzhan stood up, put his hands behind his hands and looked at the half-adjusted star palace. If he continued to arrange the stars according to the ordinary ones, it would be too simple. The word "trap" was simply and openly written on it.
He put two fingers together and pointed to the middle of his forehead, and a thin line of red spiritual consciousness jumped out from the fingertips. His feet turned and turned, as if he were stepping on the Gang stars.