Chapter 65: The Proud Son of Heaven 8
Just when his thoughts came here, a silver light flashed, and his consciousness was pushed out of the formation.
The examiner's back was covered with cold sweat, and the head of the department was standing beside him with a frown, looking into the mirror with his brow furrowed, it seemed that everything was known.
"Master, this...how can we do it? This formation is different from the past. If you make a mistake, even the soul will be scattered. I don't know who changed the difficulty to a hundred times the original level!" The examiner's heart sank. It's a pity that this rare genius is about to fall like this.
The headmaster twirled his beard, and raised his finger to the mirror, "You and I don't know what the destiny does, and it was different from everyone else when the wind entered the battle."
The examiner's expression relaxed a little. Yes, if you want to become the second wizard, you will definitely not fail here, but it is too difficult. There are only one or two of thousands of apprentices. Half of one or two geniuses will die in the trials, and those who can survive are geniuses. The Canglang Sect has only produced one in thousands of years.
Tian Miao glanced at Ying Long who was shaking his head and thinking beside him, and asked casually: "You changed the difficulty of the formation last time when Ye Chenfeng entered the formation? Let them all think it was destiny?"
Ying Long was still watching Jie Wenzhan's performance, but when he heard Tian Miao's question, he almost broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly explained: "That's because they were stupid, thinking it was destiny. How dare I do things for Lord Tiandao ah?"
"I think it's the truth that you don't want to do things for Lord Tiandao." Kong Hou made up the knife beside her.
Ying Long glared at Kong Hou: "You really don't know which pot to open and which pot to carry. Be careful! What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Boss, do you think this Jiewen battle will break the formation?" Dong Xiao asked curiously. Dong Xiao didn't want to pay attention to Kong Hou and Ying Long at all, and always felt that once he paid attention to it, his IQ would be easily lowered by them. So I ignored it and turned to ask the master.
"I don't know." Tian Miao lazily closed her eyes, rocked the recliner and ate snacks leisurely.
Dong Xiao and Kong Hou looked at each other, it's not that they don't know, it's because the master is too lazy to know.
It seems that Jie Wenzhan is indeed not the man of destiny in this world.
Ying Long looked into the mirror with wide-eyed eyes, and whispered in surprise: "Hey, this curly-haired boy, is he..."
Xie Wenzhan was turning the judge's pen in his hand, staring at the star map without moving his eyes.
The atmosphere outside the formation was surprisingly tense, and everyone silently silently focused on looking into the mirror. At this time, they might hear the sound even if a needle fell on the ground.
Finally half an hour passed.
Afterwards, Xie Wenzhan slowly closed his eyes, a smile appeared on his handsome face, and that breezy expression reappeared.
He made a move that made everyone open their mouths.
Lean back, slowly, stand upside down with one hand, look at the constellation map, and count the number of points in the air with the judge pen with your left hand. Every time the judge pen stops, a star moves with it. In the huge galaxy, the seemingly chaotic star palace is The methodical movement of the Judge's pen.
Then, Xie Wenzhan straightened his body and looked at the half-adjusted star palace with his hands behind his back. If he continued to arrange according to the ordinary stars, it would be too simple, and the word "trap" was written simply and aboveboard.
I saw him put two fingers together and point towards the middle of his forehead, a thin red line of spiritual consciousness jumped out following the fingertips, and his feet turned and turned, as if he was stepping on the stars.