Chapter 62 The Proud Son of Heaven 5

"Number 38, out." The examiner said expressionlessly.

The crowd laughed amused by him like this, practitioners are actually afraid of ghosts, not to mention the ghosts they imagined in their hearts.

The maze of secrets also has a certain hallucinogenic effect on those who are fragile and uncertain. The more frightened you are, the more terrifying the things in your imagination will be.

This sound made many people alert in the fog formation, and everyone concentrated on finding a way to break the formation.

However, without any hints or directions, how can they break through the formation? Moreover, this formation seems to have no boundaries. There were so many people before, but there is no response to the shouts now. In the vast white mist, they are already very far apart.

"Dang!" A bell rang, and a quarter of the time had passed.

At this time, there were a few more candidates who abstained from the entrance, sitting on the ground with their heads downcast.

Konghou has made Tian Miao her newly learned fruit tea, and moved a low table with candied melon seeds and some fruits on it. Tian Miao sat on the rocking chair, kneading the melon seeds, chatting with each other. Watching the disciples in the mirror of celestial secrets running around in the maze.

Before the second bell rang, someone appeared at the exit ahead of time. It was the handsome man with curly hair. He didn't seem to care much, and went straight to the next level.

Everyone in the square opened their mouths at the same time, less than half an hour? This speed is not slower than Ye Chenfeng's breaking speed back then! The entire Canglang Sect was shocked back then, and Ye Chenfeng's method of breaking the formation is still used by the sect, so everyone knows the genius as a celebrity, and this person can match Ye Chenfeng's understanding!

"Go! Go and inform the head! What is the name of number five, find it for me!" The examiner stood up abruptly, the excitement on his face was self-evident,

"I've gone, I've already gone, this candidate is called Xie Wenzhan, twenty years old." The assistant examiner replied wiping away his sweat.

"Good! Good!" The examiner praised again and again, and then opened a special mirror, only the figure of Xie Wenzhan, his heart was extremely surging, eight formations, four passes, is it possible for him... is it possible to surpass Ye Chenfeng Woolen cloth?

The third bell rang, and several candidates appeared at the exit one after another, all of them looked exhausted. The Canglang Sect's assessment has always been called the purgatory mode by various schools, and none of them is easy. It is not an exaggeration to say that one pass can make people collapse.

At this time, Xie Wenzhan had already solved the second pass, Yang Pass.

This is talent, right? Everyone sighed.

At this time, the sect leader was also present, and followed everyone to watch this talented man break the formation.

Yang Shirui also stared at the mirror intently, looking at that figure, who was very special at first sight, and didn't even notice that Ye Chenfeng was coming.

Ye Chenfeng was brought along by the head of the school, saying that there was a talent comparable to him in this assessment.

He stood very quietly behind the head of the sect, still facing the wind, and compared to the excitement on the expressions of the people around him, he was still indifferent.

"I've seen the master! I've seen the senior brother!" All the disciples continued to watch after saluting. There were many mirrors on the stage, but the only mirror that had Xie Wenzhan was surrounded.

Yang Shirui regained consciousness amidst the voices of the crowd, she turned her head and saw Ye Chenfeng not far away, with that handsome face and frost-like expression, she couldn't get tired of seeing it before, but today she felt a bit boring, She turned back and continued to look into the mirror.