What is life?

Many lives are a process of realizing that you are not the protagonist of the world.

After Zhao Li came to Xianyang to take the exam, he began to realize that he was far from the protagonist of this world.

How many geniuses and extraordinary abilities are there in this world.

And I am far from enough.

"You have mentioned that Han Ping is also extremely extraordinary!"

Huadu's extremely personal voice sounded again, Zhao Li's thinking was interrupted, and he looked up at Huadu and said:

"Han Ping, he was a descendant of the Ji family and a blood relative of the emperor. He had great ambitions and great talents since he was young. It is not surprising that he could take this step."

"But before today, I haven't seen his sharpness!"

Huaduo said softly.

Zhao Li shook his head and disagreed.

"Before the Taiyin Academy accepts disciples, there was no hearing of the names of Fan Zeng and Xuandu among the countries."

"However, if two people don't sing, they will make a big splash; if they don't fly, they will make a big splash, they will make a big splash!"

Zhao Li chuckled softly.

"Look, I don't know if Han Ping can suppress Fan Zeng."

Huadu's eyes turned to the formation pattern again with Zhao Li's voice. In the shining golden light, a legend must have emerged today.

Time flies by.

"Han Ping walked 180 steps forward."

On Taichu Square, Zhao Zheng's voice sounded again.

A figure in the endless dazzling golden light was thrown out, and he calmly landed on the ground without being messed up.

"It seems that he still lost?"

Han Ping smiled like a self-deprecating smile, then turned around and walked into the crowd without looking back.

"Why don't he be happy with one hundred and eighty steps?"

Huaduo looked at Han Ping walking into the candidates with a dark face, as if he was puzzled.

"There is actually a big difference between winning and losing. There is a big difference between winning a little, winning a lot, losing too much, losing a little, losing a lot, losing too much."

Zhao Li shook his head and said as he looked at Han Ping's distant figure.

"I don't understand, maybe it's because I've always lost too many people."

Huaduo smiled and said to himself, not caring about failure at all.

"You were third in the second exam that day."

Zhao Li reminded.

Huaduo nodded and said:

"That's right, I'm still better than you."

Zhao Li's face turned dark and he said coldly:

"Let's continue to watch Xuandu and Fan Zeng!"

Zhao Li turned his gaze to the endless golden color.

"I don't know if they can break the formation."

At this time, in the formation, Fan Zeng, wearing a blue long gown, was crazily calculating the changes in the formation. The more the formation patterns triggered by the formation go deeper into the formation, the more complicated the formation patterns triggered, and the harder it is to find the Shengmen.

"Xuandu, I will try my best to beat you."

Sweat faintly oozed from Fan Zeng's forehead.

He calculated three more hours last night than Xuandu, which was his most likely chance to win Xuandu.

Xuandu was already trapped in the depths of the formation at this time, and there were countless changes.

In front of Wuji Palace, Zhao Zheng could clearly see that the gap between the two was not big. Fan Zeng had already taken 230 steps at this time, and Xuan Du was slightly faster and Fan Zeng had about twenty steps faster.

"It's a pity that the gap is getting bigger!"

Xuandu's steps have always been at an extremely stable frequency, while Fan Zeng stepped into the formation very quickly, and now he has slowed down more and more.

"Both of them are above 200 steps."

Zhao Zheng's voice sounded in everyone's ears again.

His eyes were staring at the golden array pattern that appeared in front of him, and his two steps were constantly changing above the array pattern.

Fan Zeng's pace slowed down further and further, while Xuandu was still steady.

"Fan Zeng walked 290 steps forward."

Before the golden array pattern, a golden light flashed, and Fan Zeng slowly stood up.

Turning his head and looking at the platform in front of Wuji Palace, he whispered:

"It seems I'm defeated again."

Huaduo spread his hands and said:

"It's not the first time you've lost to him, nor will it be the last time. Why are you mourning?"

"You are like a knife, but you are better than the truth!"

Fan Zeng walked slowly to Huaduo, and he looked directly into Huaduo's eyes.

"I don't know if there is any martial arts battle in the Taiyin Academy. I really want to fight with you."

Huaduo was stunned. He turned to look at Zhao Li beside him and said:

"What does he mean?"

Zhao Li said with an unfathomable smile:

"He wants to beat you!"

"ah?"

Huaduo was stunned.

Only heard Zhao Li finish the knife:

"I want to!"

"I'm not talking anymore."

Huaduo covered his mouth and said.

Zhao Li and Fan Zeng looked at each other, as if they were sympathetic and regretted that they met too late.

At this time, Zhao Zheng was already full of surprise on the ninety-ninth-stage white marble platform, and his voice resounded throughout Taichu Square again.

"Xuandu has already taken three hundred steps."

What is terrible is not that Xuan Du has already taken three hundred steps, but that his pace is already steady.

It seems that it can take another three hundred steps.

"I have to say that Huangshi Gong's vision is too toxic."

"However, Xuandu seems to be more suitable for Lao Dan's Palace Master than Huangshi Gong."

"I don't know who he will worship."

Zhao Zheng quietly watched the changes in Xuandu's pace.

The stable evaluation rate, until Xuandu reached 365 steps, Zhao Zheng suddenly found that he was not moving.

Twenty-five breaths.

Twenty-eight breaths.

Thirty breaths.

Zhao Zheng frowned, and he looked into the golden formation. Unfortunately, the gold blocked his sight, so he could not see Xuandu's expression clearly.

So he had to tell the achievements of Xuandu.

"Xuandu takes 365 steps."

As Zhao Zheng's voice sounded, a golden light flashed, and the last figure appeared in front of everyone.

Xuandu gently tidied up his clothes and then slowly walked into the crowd.

The moment he walked into the crowd, everyone seemed to be expressing their respect and made way for him, and then saluted them all.

A strong man deserves respect at any time, let alone an extremely well-educated man.

"Next batch!"
To be continued...