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Question 100: Is there a beast in Beishan with eyes as red as blood, four hooves riding on the wind, one horn but no tail, which eats human blood, eats human flesh, and swallows living souls? What is its name?
In the empty space, Lingchu stretched out his hand to rub his eyebrows and answered the last question.
The voice was clear and clear, like spring water flowing in the mountains. Even though I didn't know how long I had been answering the question, it was still smooth and soft.
Six hundred questions, no one knows who asked them, all kinds of questions, sometimes hands-on, sometimes speaking, sometimes even actual actions.
For example, among the beast's hundred questions, there was one question with no words at all, and a black shadow rushed towards the person. Lingchu's conditioned reflex shot to smash the black shadow.
As a result, after the black shadow was shattered, problems emerged in the void.
Ask, what was that black shadow just now?
Among the hundred beast questions, this was the only one that Lingchu failed to answer.
Before the black shadow could do anything, it had been smashed to pieces by Lingchu. Even if his spiritual consciousness caught it, it was just a flash of black mist. Lingchu relied on the black mist and the cold feeling after crushing the black shadow to deduce Several kinds of monsters.
In the end I got the answer wrong.
As a result, the beast asked a hundred questions and made only one mistake.
Some of these six questions are extremely simple, while others are very unimaginative.
At the end of the last six questions, Lingchu answered a total of 596 questions correctly.
Only four mistakes were made.
Nodding with satisfaction, Lingchu finally thought about it and thought of his senior brother Yan Bei. I wonder what the second senior brother's situation is now?
Logically speaking, although some of these questions are very fanciful, most of them are quite satisfactory.
If I had paid more attention to the lectures in the outer sect back then, or if I had put a little effort into visiting the Sutra Pavilion a few more times before the battle between true disciples began, and answered 500 questions correctly, it shouldn't be a big problem.
Back then, the second senior brother actually lost the election in this literary competition. It was really...
Before Lingchu could finish his thoughts, golden bubbles popped up in his consciousness. The woman in Qingshang, who was standing in the field as blankly as a wooden figure, suddenly opened her eyes, and the golden bubbles in front of her eyes burst with a bang. .
As the golden bubbles shattered, a sound immediately fell from the clouds above.
"Yu Taiwei from Taiqing Mountain, five hundred and ninety-six questions, passed."
The sound was so powerful that it spread throughout the entire mountain.
Such quick results made Lingchu more and more certain that this literary battle was just a basic threshold and not too difficult.
Thinking like this, Lingchu couldn't help but look sideways at his senior brother Yan Bei, who was not far away from him. Seeing that he was still struggling in the golden bubbles, he sighed slightly.
Looking away and looking to the other side, Lingchu's eyes met Senior Sister Mingyue again.
Senior Sister Mingyue had also come out of the Six Questions of Wen Zheng. At this time, she noticed Lingchu's gaze and also looked sideways. Her eyes slightly curved, obviously she had also heard Lingchu's results, and her cold expression softened a lot.
Lingchu smiled back and did not ask Senior Sister Mingyue if she passed, because she had already guessed the answer to this question.
Looking around again, Lingchu found that there were thirty-nine people on the field, and more than a dozen of them had lost sight of the air bubbles in front of them. At this moment, they were all sitting cross-legged on the ground casually, meditating and adjusting their breath, constantly adjusting their state. Obviously , everyone is preparing for the subsequent fight.
And none of these dozen people left the Taoist platform.
Not leaving the Taoist platform means that so far, no one has been eliminated in the Six Questions of Wen Zheng.
For a time, Lingchu's mood became more complicated.
There is no time limit for the Wen Zheng. Because the difficulty is not high, and the monks present are all Jindan monks, there is almost no one who will deliberately delay. Therefore, within an hour, the thirty-nine people on the field have opened their arms one after another. The eyes came out of Wen Zheng's Six Questions.
Lingchu woke up for less than half an hour and heard the results of more than a dozen monks. The accuracy rate was basically around 550 questions. There were very few people like Lingchu who achieved more than 590 questions.
Similarly, there is no one with less than 500 questions.
Another half hour passed, and of the thirty-nine people on the field, only two were left who had not yet withdrawn from Wenzheng Six Hundred Questions.
Coincidentally, the two people knew each other at Lingchu.
One is Senior Sister Hongying.
One is her senior brother, Yan Bei.
Lingchu was originally closing his eyes to rest, meditating and adjusting his breath, but at this time, he could no longer sit still. Although it would be a good thing if Wen Zheng could eliminate one or two opponents.
But, when that person is likely to be your senior brother, it becomes a bit complicated.
From the bottom of his heart, Lingchu didn't want his senior brother to stop at the Six Questions of Wen Zheng, especially since this was the second time.
"Hongying, five hundred and one questions, pass."
Above the clouds, the mighty voice sounded again. Lingchu followed the sound and saw Senior Sister Hongying's petite body shaking slightly, her consciousness exiting from the golden bubble, her face full of horror. , after hearing the voice, he breathed out obviously, and cold sweat almost broke out on his snow-white forehead.
She reached out and patted her chest, a happy smile appeared on Hongying's face, and her voice was neither high nor low, "Fortunately, fortunately."
After saying that, he turned around and looked around, and saw that almost everyone had already passed the civil war, with a bit of embarrassment on their faces. Then his eyes fell on Yan Bei, his eyes flashed, and he muttered, "Still... Okay, there’s also Senior Brother Yan.”
No matter how quiet the voice was, the people present were all monks, so they could naturally hear it clearly.
Lingchu pursed her lips, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.
Above the clouds, the Yuanying elders of the Sanqing Dao Sect burst into laughter, especially Jingxi Zhenjun of Feihua Peak. This beautiful lady in palace clothes covered her lips and smiled softly, and glanced sideways at Duan Yi next to her. Zhenjun glanced at him.
"Duan Yi, your second disciple won't be the only one eliminated in the Six Questions of Wen Zheng again, right?"
Obviously, Yan Bei was the only one eliminated by Wen Zheng Liu Wen back then, and it was also obvious that Jingxi Zhenjun was just looking at the joke.
Zhenjun Duanyi was not embarrassed at all, he raised his eyebrows and smiled proudly, "Why don't you talk about my little apprentice? Five hundred and ninety-six questions, number one."
"So what's the matter? True disciples don't care about Wen Zheng's first place." Zhenjun Jingxi also smiled tepidly.
"Oh? That's it. You said it, regardless of Wen Zheng, all the disciples from Feihua Peak combined are not enough for my second disciple." Zhenjun Duanyi is really not afraid of talking nonsense with others, especially It is with Lord Jingxi.
"If you want to fight, you have to get through the civil war."
"Then just wait and see."
The two Nascent Soul Lords were talking nonsense, and the surrounding Nascent Soul Lords were silent, and no one dared to speak and get involved.
And underneath, Yan Bei, who had been grinding for half an hour, finally slowly opened his eyes.
