On the high platform, Deputy Hall Master Qin was talking.
"To examine the thickness of mana and the speed of casting, the rules are very simple. After everyone enters the hall, they must cast all the spells in the shortest possible time. The shorter the time, the more spells cast and the higher the score..."
"Remember: two adjacent spells cannot be the same! Otherwise, only one of them will be calculated."
"This inspection counts for 20 points! Tomorrow's fight with the monster will count for 30 points!"
"The reason why such an arrangement is made is because your cultivation level is too low! In the Demon Slaying Challenge, many people can kill monsters with physical strength alone. How does this reflect the level of our monks? What does this mean? Not a monk!"
"I even heard that in some states and counties, there are schoolchildren who have not even practiced Qi at the first level, but they can still be among the best in the selection competition and qualify. This is simply ridiculous!"
"We are Dharma cultivators, not those physical cultivators who show off their muscles! No matter how good you are in physical training, can you beat the ancestor of Jindan? What a joke!"
"So, in this assessment, Director Gu especially emphasized that magic power is the foundation. When selecting fairy boys, you must choose those with excellent qualifications and solid foundations..."
…
Yang Zhen's face gradually darkened. Aren't the schoolchildren who haven't even reached the first level of Qi training talking about themselves?
Geng Prison, you really don’t want to give up!
With this little magic power, how many spells can you cast? How many of these 20 points can you get?
Soon, he learned more detailed scoring criteria.
More than 2,000 schoolchildren took the exam, and the one with the best score was awarded the perfect score.
Others will compare this person's performance and give corresponding scores.
For example, if Zhao Yue'er casts twelve spells in ten breaths of time, the result will be the best.
And Yang Zhen cast three spells in twenty breaths.
So, Yang Zhen's mana thickness is one-quarter of Zhao Yue'er's, and his casting speed is one-eighth of Zhao Yue'er's. Then his score is one-thirty-two of Zhao Yue'er's, and his score is 0.6 Three points, rounded to one point.
one cent!
It's even possible that Yang Zhen won't get a single point.
Ideally, a monk who has perfected the third level of Qi training will have four times the thickness of his magic power and four times the casting speed of the first level of Qi training. However, it is difficult to achieve four times the latter. Twice would be good. .
Because the brewing of each mana also takes time.
But Yang Zhen can't even reach the first level of Qi training now, while Zhao Yuer has already reached the third level of Qi training five months ago, and is now about to break through to the middle stage of Qi training.
The difference between the two of them may be more than fifty times.
Zhao Yue'er quickly figured out this problem. She was the biggest beneficiary of this new rule.
After all, she is the only single spirit root in the field, standing out from the crowd.
"Brother Shitou, wait a moment, I..." She hesitated and whispered: "I will cast the spell slower and lower the standard a little, so that you can also get points."
Her voice was trembling, and her little face was full of worry.
"Silly girl!" Yang Zhen was moved again and flicked her forehead in a funny way.
"You should show your best performance and try to raise the standards as much as possible, so that the results of those behind you will be flat. Only in this way will the gap between me and them be narrowed!"
Zhao Yue'er blinked her eyes and suddenly realized what she was doing.
She smiled sheepishly, then raised her head with firm eyes: "Don't worry, Little Shitou, I want everyone -"
"It can't even exceed ten points!"
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The assessment is based on the number drawn by each person. First, 324 people enter, and then line up in order, one comes out and one goes in.
After the first group of people entered, the rest of the schoolchildren sat on the floor and adjusted themselves to their best condition.
Yang Zhen was also silently considering her own performance later.
Generally speaking, spell casting speed includes the time of squeezing and the time of spiritual power transmission.
When you first start learning the spells in the early stage of Qi training, the time to perform the spells will be as long as ten breaths, or even longer.
After becoming proficient, the average level is about two breaths. Some people with good talent or diligent practice can even shorten it to one breath.
The transmission of spiritual power is related to the number of the monk's meridians and the expansion strength of the meridians.
The greater the number of meridians, the greater the expansion intensity, and the faster the transmission of natural mana.
It's like the difference between opening a thin pipe to release water and opening several gates to release water.
Generally speaking, with the strength of the meridians at the first level of Qi training, it takes about four breaths to transport the spiritual energy required for the technique. For those like Yang Zhen who use a single attribute of spiritual energy, their speed can be doubled and only take two breaths.
As for the thickness of mana, Yang Zhen currently only has 54 rays.
The average mana required for spells in the early stage of Qi training is about 30 rays.
Similarly, using a single attribute of spiritual power can save about half of the mana, probably between 14 and 16.
"What a pity. If it were tomorrow, I would be able to cast four spells." Yang Zhen thought with regret.
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Not long after, students began to come out of the hall after taking exams.
Dai Miaoying and Zhao Yue'er have been as close as sisters these days. Her number is very high and she is the first batch of students to take the exam.
She came to the little girl with a smile, and the two little girls quickly whispered.
"How are your grades?" the little girl asked her.
"22 breaths, 13 spells." Dai Miaoying answered honestly.
She glanced at Yang Zhen behind her and put her lips to the little girl's ear: "I'll tell you a trick. After entering, prepare a spell in advance. This can save time."
"Who doesn't know this?" The little girl didn't appreciate it. In fact, she had just discussed this method with Yang Zhen.
"Okay, okay, pretend I didn't say anything." Dai Miaoying said with a straight face, pretending to be displeased.
The little girl immediately put her head on her body and arched her head, and the two girls immediately got into a fuss.
After a while of commotion, Zhao Yuer pushed Dai Miaoying away: "Go away! I have to prepare for the exam."
Dai Miaoying was really a little angry this time: "I can't even talk to you, you must be number one!"
The little girl ignored her and closed her eyes, meditating in her heart.
If you want to achieve the fastest speed, the best way is to alternately perform the two techniques you are most familiar with.
She wants to do her best.
Finally, someone on the field shouted: "Numbers 901 to 1000, please follow me!"
The little girl opened her eyes, turned around and smiled sweetly at Yang Zhen, then stood up and followed her.
After a while, someone shouted: "One thousand one hundred and one, to the one thousand two hundred, please come over!"
Yang Zhen also stood up and walked towards the main hall.
The hundred of them, led by a senior brother in white, came to a lobby in the palace and continued to wait.
Soon, a voice sounded in the hall: "One thousand one hundred and one, come in!"
"One thousand one hundred and two, come in!"
"..."
"One thousand one hundred and eleven, come in!"
Yang Zhen took a deep breath, walked inside, and at the same time began to make secrets and prepare the first technique.
Just then, someone suddenly shouted:
"Senior Sister Guo! Come here quickly, there's a girl fainted inside!"
