Ye Qinghong ignored it completely, her lips pursed, and she was focused on the examiner. From time to time, she lit up her brilliance passed by her. She held her jade fingers and expressed her hard on the yellow paper, constantly deducing it. Her cherry lips were whispering: "Pressing on the cliff, sealing the spirit and stomping on the hole, twisting her wrists, which can be stabbed, and can be latching! It's a move..."

...

"The footsteps remain unmoved, the waist twists to the right, the left hand exerts force, and the left and right intersects, another change, the eighth change..."

"The 14th Change!" Ye Qinghong's smooth forehead was covered with fine sweat beads. She held her breath and focused, and she wrote like a dragon. In the outline, the 14th Change suddenly appeared!

"It's almost time, let's see how Brother Mo Bei is..." Ye Qinghong gently wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and glanced at Mo Bei subconsciously.

Seeing this, Ye Qinghong's pretty face turned pale in an instant, and her agile eyes gradually enlarged, full of surprise.

I saw Mo Bei silently holding a pen in one hand and holding a paper in the other, staring at the examiner, as if an old monk had entered a state of meditation.

There was a blank space on the yellow paper in his hand!

"Brother Mo Bei!"

Ye Qinghong hurriedly glanced at the sandalwood plant, and only one-quarter of the sandalwood was left!

There is no time! Why doesn’t Brother Mo Bei write?

The blood on her face faded a lot more and more. She was anxious, biting her red lips tightly and exclaiming a few times at Mo Bei.

But Mo Bei seemed to have not heard her words, his expression was calm and motionless, and even his breathing seemed to have slowed down.

"The sixteenth change!" Long Haotian shouted softly, and as he wandered around the pen, the outline of the sixteenth change came to life on the paper! He breathed a sigh of relief, a conceited sneer appeared on his face, and thought to himself:

"Just just now, I deliberately hid my weakness and attracted the help of Xiao Niangpian. I can thank you in the future and have a good relationship with that Xiao Niangpian, otherwise I will die in the relationship between her and the boss!

I really think I don’t understand and underestimate me too much! My grandfather told me in private that this copying and deducing sword technique can only change by nineteen changes! I can deduce eighteen changes in one stick of incense, who can compare it?

However, I should just hide my weakness. Anyway, I also entered the outer door. What does the eighteen changes have to do with the sixteen changes? Just like just now, I also saw the nineteen swords, but I said to the outside world that the sixteen swords!

Hehe, the wood is so beautiful that the forest wind will definitely destroy it. Now you can endure it if you can!”

As he said that, he subconsciously looked at Ye Qingshuang, Chen Qingzhu, Fang Luoyou and others one by one.

Ye Qingshuang's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, exuding a hint of arrogant coldness. The wolf-teared pen in the jade finger seemed to be dancing, striving to deduce it for a moment.

Ji Wubing was proud and turned his head to look closely. The next moment, the conceited smile on his face stiffened, and his eyes were frozen on the yellow paper in Ye Qingshuang's hand, nineteen changes!

This, how is this possible!

Ji Wubing's mouth kept twitching, looking at Ye Qingshuang in disbelief.

Before he could finish being surprised, suddenly-

"Oh, I finally finished deduction. But I was so tired that I was so sore in my hands." A tender voice with a little baby sound rang out.

Chen Qingzhu threw the pen casually, stretched out her white and tender arms like lotus root nodes, pursed her lips, and stuck out her tongue playfully: "It's a lot of brains to deduce the nineteen changes."

As he said that, Chen Qingzhu stood on tiptoe, raised his delicate chin slightly, looked at the yellow paper in the hand of Fang Luoyou beside him, and then he looked at the look of surprise, and said in disbelief:

"Senior Brother Fang, you are so awesome. You have actually deduced nineteen and a half changes, and there are still half changes! You can degenerate into twenty changes!"

Fang Luoyou ignored him and stared at the examiner's three sword techniques. His eyebrows shrank into a ball, and his dark pupils were shining sharp light.

The fine sweat beads on the forehead gathered together, slid down the cheeks, dripping on the yellow talisman paper, reflecting the sweat marks.

"What! How is this possible! Nineteen and half changes! Isn't it said that this deduced sword technique only has nineteen changes at most!"

Ji Wubing's heart trembled, his face became very embarrassed, and he clenched his fists hard. He thought that he had deduced nineteen changes, which was unparalleled. Unexpectedly, these people were not inferior to him at all, especially Fang Luoyou, who had long surpassed him.

The gap between the two is too big!

As a genius, Ji Wubing's conceit was hit by an unprecedented blow!

Seeing Ji Wubing's expression like this, his close younger brother Ji Laoba couldn't help but frowned and immediately came over to share his worries for his elder brother!

How to share worries? Ji Laoba, who is familiar with Ji Wubing's inner characteristics, immediately looked for soft persimmons and let the eldest brother pinch them!

After searching for it, the four geniuses dare not provoke them. The others were not worth enough. Finally, it was Mo Bei again, and it came into his eyes!

"Brother, look, brother, look, that boy Mo Bei dares to be arrogant and claims to be a blood demon. It's really a joke."

Lao Ba took over the conversation and glanced at the blank talisman paper in Mo Bei's hand, sneering: "I didn't deduce it in a single move."

The children of the Ji family laughed loudly: "He must have had a bad luck in the first level, otherwise, with such an idiot with no understanding, how could he refine eleven swords?"

Many young men from other families also began to take advantage of the situation and mocked: "What is Qingfeng sword technique? It is both chanting poetry and pretending, hum!"

Such words were endless. Ye Qinghong's cheeks were bulging, her pretty face turned red, and she clenched her pink fists tightly.

She was anxious and angry in her heart. She glanced at the sandalwood that was only half of her little finger left, and looked at Mo Bei from time to time, and was full of anxiety in her spirit moo.

"Brother Mo Bei!" Ye Qinghong's voice was anxious, but she did not dare to speak loudly, for fear of disturbing his deduction.

As time passed by minute by minute, sandalwood became shorter and shorter. Ye Qinghong looked at it and wished that time would stop, and that sandalwood would never burn forever.

Seeing that there was only one fingernail left in the sandalwood.

Ye Qinghong's heart was already hanging in her throat, her nails were deeply trapped in the flesh, and her knuckles were white.

Long Haotian held his breath and concentrated, gritted his teeth, staring at Mo Bei's eyes flashed and flashed, constantly flashing, emitting a hint of suspicion.

The old Ba there finally felt relieved, his frivolous eyes were filled with disdain, wandering around Mo Bei, sneering and sneering, and his voice fell into everyone's ears:

"It's too late, haha! What blood demon? In an incense stick of time, he didn't even deduce it. It's considered that he was a waste, so he looked down on him!"

"Ji Laoba, don't be too greedy!" Ye Qinghong could no longer bear the sneer of the crowd, and shouted with a delicate voice. As her beautiful eyes turned, she revealed a hint of anger and stared at Ji Laoba fiercely: "No matter how good Brother Mo Bei is, he will be hundreds of times better than you, a thousand times better! He will definitely do it!"

Hearing this, Ji Laoba secretly hated her heart, gritted her teeth, and said furiously: "Thousands and hundred times? It's a joke. That kid hasn't yet realized a sword, and he can pass the test?"

"As long as that kid can pass, I will carry his shoes! But if that kid can't pass, just call me Grandpa!"

Suddenly! Mo Bei moved!

Under everyone's attention, he finally moved!

His eyes suddenly widened, he took a deep breath, his eyes were like torch. The wolf-haired pen that had already lifted up the air, wandering around quickly, like a dragon and a phoenix, outlining on the yellow paper.

His wrists trembled quickly and expressed his strength. The wolf's brush was flying and the dragon and the phoenix danced. Wherever the pen tip passed, he quickly formed and appeared on the paper, presenting it to everyone!

"So fast!" Lao Ba was shocked at first, then his eyes turned, and then sneered: "So what if it's fast? The time limit for an incense stick will arrive soon. I don't believe that, can he still go against the will of heaven?"

When he was just halfway through his words.

On the yellow paper in Mo Bei's hand, the human-shaped sword dancer's outline has been initially formed!

Ye Qinghong's pretty face was excited and blushed. In her big, lively eyes, the look of surprise was endless, and she cheered loudly: "Come on, Brother Mo Bei! You are the most powerful!"

Ji Laoba looked at Mo Bei with a disdainful smile on his lips.

Finally, under the gaze of everyone!

"Time is here!" The examiner's cold voice suddenly crossed the sky. Fang Luoyou and Mo Bei threw their pens at the same time.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense!

Everyone held their breath and focused, looking at Fang Luoyou and Mo Bei and the others present, their breathing became rapid.

The examiner put away the two people's yellow papers in turn and carefully reviewed each sword and each move.

After a while, he spoke in a deep voice: "Fang Luoyou, nineteen changes, half-stage. Not twenty changes."

Hearing this, the children of the aristocratic families present took a deep breath.

As we all know, even many elders have privately said that the highest nineteen swords! Who knew that Fang Luoyou actually deduced half-stage changes, and this kind of understanding made people tremble!

The first is understanding, Fang Luoyou takes the initiative!

Fang Luoyou was not satisfied, and a helpless smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he sneered and shook his head: "It's a pity, it's a pity that there has not been twenty changes."

Ji Laoba breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself:

Even Fang Luoyou has not deduced twenty changes, and it can be imagined that this deduced sword technique is so difficult. In this short period of time, how could Mo Bei be able to deduce fifteen swords?

As he said that, Ji Laoba subconsciously tiptoed, poked out his neck, and glanced at Mo Bei's yellow paper; the outline of the sword move on the yellow paper, with just a few strokes, as if there was only one change.

The examiner frowned slightly, his voice was cold, and he said loudly: "Mo Bei, deduce... a change."

"Hahaha! I'll just say that, this kid is obviously a waste!" As soon as the examiner said this, Ji Laoba's eyes widened with surprise. After a moment, he couldn't help laughing loudly, and his voice spread far away:

"In one incense stick of time, only one change was derived. It was so funny that it made people laugh!"

The children of the Ji family cheered one after another: "Really, that kid has only deduced a change. Hahaha! I'm afraid that the disciples with the worst understanding of Taixu Sect are hundreds or thousands of times better than this kid!"

Ye Qinghong pursed her red lips tightly and held the corner of her clothes, feeling uncomfortable, and her spiritual eyes occasionally showed a trace of crystal clearness. Listening to those merciless and sarcastic words, it seemed like she was talking about herself.

Brother Mo Bei, will he be eliminated?

Fang Luoyou shook his head and said in his heart, what a pity, what a pity!

Ye Qingshuang frowned slightly, and her calm eyes moved past Mo Bei and stopped looking at him.

Mo Bei, who was flooded with his eyes, looked calm and consistent, standing with his hands behind his back, without any change on his face.
Chapter completed!