Every year, there were two major events in the Outer Yard. One was the entrance exam for new students, and the other was the exam to enter the Inner Yard.
However, those who could enter the Heavenly Cong Academy were all geniuses. Who would care about new students?
Therefore, the Inner Yard exam was the most important event in the Outer Yard. It was the focus of everyone's attention.
Five days before the examination, a large number of students had gathered in front of the Academic Affairs Office that was responsible for the examination. They were gathered in groups of three to five, discussing something. All of them had nervous looks on their faces as they stared at a huge screen that was more than ten zhang wide by the side of the square.
The screen was formed by formation light and hung in the air. Below it was an energy formation with dozens of spirit stones embedded in it.
The lines inside the formation were complicated. The spirit stones' spirit Qi flowed along several lines, producing a large amount of light to maintain the screen.
A red line was drawn ten feet away from the formation, forbidding anyone from approaching.
A large number of names appeared on the screen. They were all students who had applied for the Inner Yard exam.
There were more than a thousand names, and new names were constantly being added.
All the students were outside the red line, looking at the changing names and looking for a suitable team.
Above the square, thousands of feet above the ground, strong winds howled, but they could not blow away the clouds.
Three elders stood in the white clouds. Their robes fluttered in the wind, and they all looked like immortals.
One of them had white hair and a thin body. It was Qing Buli, the principal of the academy. His face was ruddy and bright, as if he had recovered from his injuries.
However, the two elders beside him knew that at their level, most of the time, they hid their aura. The more radiant they looked, the more it meant that they were sick. It proved that Qing Buli was constantly using his vital essence to heal his internal injuries.
The elder on the left had white hair like a waterfall. He held a harp and looked calm. It was Elder Wu Haokong, who had appeared in the courtyard of the Divine Sound Mountain that day.
The other person also had white hair and a bronze face. He looked very serious. It was Yin Kun, one of the seven elders of the Heavenly Cong Academy.
Qing Buli looked down and said, "The quality of the students this time is very high. There are three of them at the middle stage of the Spiritual Martial Force. It seems the competition will be fierce." He looked happy. Clearly, he was very satisfied with this batch of students.
Yin Kun was the Elder in charge of the Academic Affairs Office. He stroked his beard and smiled: "These three are not the only ones at the Middle Stage of the Spiritual Martial Force. Many others are in solitary training and are waiting for the last day to come out. For example, Zhao Sihan reached the middle stage of the Spiritual Martial Force last year! "
Qing Buli frowned and said with a pitiful expression: "I wonder if he has reached the Later Stage of the Spiritual Martial Force, what a pity. If he was not so stubborn, he could have entered the Inner Courtyard last year. I'm afraid he would have already reached the Late Stage of the Spiritual Martial Force. "
Wu Hao smiled and said, "Dean, you worry too much. Even if he stays in the Outer Court, Elder Yin Kun will still nurture him well."
Yin Kun twirled his beard and smiled. He nodded and said, "That's right. I originally wanted to take him as a personal disciple last year. Unfortunately, he was actually unwilling to participate in the inner court exam because of his own obsession. But during this year, I also gave him advice many times. Seven days ago, he had already entered the Late Stage of the Spiritual Martial Force. For the next few days, I'll let him stabilize his realm in the dormitory. "
Overjoyed, Qing Buli said, "Later Stage of the Spiritual Martial Force? Haha, good, good! Next year, there will be another elite warrior on the Hidden Dragon Roll. It's rare to see someone at the Late Stage of the Spiritual Martial Force participate in the Inner Courtyard exam. "
Usually, when one reached the Middle Stage of the Spiritual Martial Force, they would be able to pass the exam. Most of the students had passed the exam at the Early Stage of the Spiritual Martial Force and entered the Inner Courtyard.
Qing Buli said, "Last year, Zhao Sihan challenged Wu Qiyue and was defeated by her in one move. He endured the humiliation and finally achieved great results. He should be able to get first place in this year's exam. "
Yin Kun smiled bitterly and shook his head: "That might not be the case. If it were determined by individual results, Zhao Sihan would be the undisputed number one. This is a team competition. Don't forget that Princess Su Ying is also in the team."
"Haha, I forgot about that."
Qing Buli smiled and said, "This little girl is actually quite talented. However, the Princess's name and beauty overshadowed her talent."
Yin Kun seemed to know something as he nodded and sighed: "It's not a big deal if they lose to the Princess' team. Even if they get second place, they'll still be number one in everyone's hearts. It's just a pity that they withdrew last year because they couldn't get first place. I'm afraid they'll get second place again this year. "
Qing Buli said faintly: "These are all false reputations. The real elites fight on the Hidden Dragon Roll."
"You're right, Principal."
Yin Kun cupped his fists and bowed respectfully. He suddenly thought of something and said: "Oh right, that Yang Zhao's grandson, Yang Qingxuan, will also participate in the Inner Courtyard exam."
"Oh?"
Qing Buli frowned and said: "I've heard Monarch Jin mention this before. It seems that his soul has recovered. It's indeed a strange thing. I've personally diagnosed Yang Qingxuan. His soul is badly damaged and it's almost impossible to recover. How did he do it? "
Yin Kun said: "That old man is extremely mysterious. But no matter how you observe him, he looks like an ordinary old man who doesn't know martial arts."
Qing Buli said: "There are many strange people in the world. We can't be arrogant. Yang Zhao is likely someone with secrets. As long as he doesn't pose a threat to us, we don't need to pay him any attention. Since Yang Qingxuan has recovered, I'd like to see his performance in the exam. There are many talents in this year's inner courtyard exam, so I'll have to trouble the two of you. "
Yin Kun and Wu Hao bowed at the same time. "Understood."
Qing Buli waved a hand and left, leaving Yin Kun and Wu Hao in the air.
The two knew that although the inner courtyard exam was important, the principal didn't care about it. The core of the academy, or rather, the true battlefield, was the Hidden Dragon Roll!
Yin Kun whispered, "The principal seems to have suffered some serious injuries."
Wu Hao sighed. "To be honest, the most serious injury isn't his body, but his confidence. He's suffered two inexplicable injuries at critical junctures in his cultivation of the Beckoning Moon Finger. It's a great blow to his confidence. If he can't walk out of this shadow, he'll suffer endless troubles. "
Wu Hao continued, "How many people does Elder Yin Kun want to accept in this year's inner courtyard exam?"
Yin Kun pondered for a moment. "Since the principal says there are many talents in the academy, then let's expand the scope. Three hundred."
Wu Hao nodded with his harp in hand. "Alright, three hundred it is."
Yin Kun said, "Thank you for your trouble."
The two bowed to each other in the air, then dispersed in two streaks of light.
The thousands of students in the square didn't know that just a moment ago, the number of students that would decide their fates had been decided by someone above their heads.
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