Just as the two guards were about to grab Yang Xuan, before Yang Xuan could make a move, a big hand suddenly stretched out from the side.
The big hand seemed to be slow but was actually fast. The two guards had already staggered back.
Yang Xuan took a look and saw that it was a dark-skinned young man in short clothes.
The well-dressed young man's face had already turned cold. He looked at the young man with a dark complexion and said in a strange tone, "Senior Brother, what's wrong? Do you want to meddle in this matter?"
The young man with a dark complexion said expressionlessly, "Junior Brother, Master has told us not to cause trouble."
The well-dressed young man was furious. Just as he was about to get angry, he seemed to have thought of something. A trace of fear flashed in his eyes. He then snorted coldly and left with a few guards. Before leaving, he did not forget to take the gold notes on the counter.
The young man with a dark complexion turned to Yang Xuan and said with a smile, "This brother, I am Wang Zhuo, a disciple of Lake Tai. I hope you can forgive me for my rudeness."
Yang Xuan's mind turned back and forth a few times, but he could not remember which force Lake Tai belonged to. However, he was not surprised. There were many forces in this world. It was normal that he had not heard of them.
"Humph, if you didn't stop me, I would have beaten him up." Yang Xuan deliberately made a vulgar appearance.
Wang Zhuo frowned and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes. However, he did not say anything. He cupped his fists to Yang Xuan and turned to leave.
The shopkeeper looked left and right, watching the two hundred gold taels in his hand fly away. His heart was bleeding. At this moment, he really hated Yang Xuan.
"Guest of Heaven Room No. 8." The shopkeeper called out weakly and asked for Yang Xuan's name and registered.
The Heaven Room of this inn was expensive, but the environment was really good. It was very comfortable.
Yang Xuan was also satisfied and settled down with peace of mind.
During these three days, he didn't go out and just rested in his room. During this time, he also went to eat in the hall.
At this time, a large number of young talents had already gathered in Green Snow City. Among them, there was no lack of Xiantian masters. Even if they weren't Xiantian masters, it was unknown what purpose they had in coming to join in the fun.
Every time it was mealtime, the hall would be filled with chatter and all kinds of gossip would be flying around.
Some said that the princess was suffering from a terminal illness, some said that the princess was already an expert of the Divine Dao, and some even said that the princess was only nine years old.
Yang Xuan shook his head as he listened. He really couldn't get any useful information from it.
Qing Shuang sent someone to deliver him a bronze plate with the number 27 written on it.
This bronze token was the token to participate in the semi-finals. There was no need for him to participate in the preliminary round. It was completely under the table.
As for how Qing Shuang knew that Yang Xuan lived here, there was no need to explain.
Nothing much happened in the past few days. In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the semi-finals.
There were about 30 participants following him. Under the guidance of several guards, they arrived at a huge manor.
This manor wasn't an imperial palace, but it was still a royal property.
Yang Xuan's eyes were sharp. He saw that Wang Zhuo was among the 30 people. When he looked again, Jin Chengfeng was also among them.
When Wang Zhuo saw him, his eyes were full of doubts. Yang Xuan's appearance really made him a little surprised.
One must know that among the 30 people who could enter this place, the lowest cultivation was at the Xiantian level. Moreover, even if they weren't handsome, they were at least passable. But looking at Yang Xuan, his face was sallow and emaciated. His eyes were dim and lifeless. He looked left and right with a vulgar appearance like he had never seen the world. It was really hard to know how he mixed into this group of 30 people.
The others were also paying attention to Yang Xuan. They had all participated in the preliminary round and had more or less met each other. But Yang Xuan was a completely unfamiliar face. So they were a little surprised by Yang Xuan's appearance.
However, those who could enter this place, except for Yang Xuan, were all disciples of sects or aristocratic families. They all had good backgrounds and were more or less rich. Although they felt that Yang Xuan was very vulgar and didn't deserve to stand with them, they didn't show it on their faces.
This made Yang Xuan a little disappointed. He was hoping that some brainless people would jump out and mock him, and then let him slap their faces.
However, reality was always cruel. Of those who could enter this place, how could there be any idiots? Even if they didn't have a good impression of Yang Xuan, there was no need for them to jump out and make an enemy out of Yang Xuan. That would not be idiocy, but seeking death.
Jin Chenfeng was also sizing up Yang Xuan, but Yang Xuan's appearance had changed too much at this time. He couldn't recognize him at all, so he just looked at him a few times and then withdrew his gaze.
Entering the hall, the decorations were already done. There was a huge screen at the front, separating the back. In front of the screen stood a few old men with dignified expressions. With one look, one could tell that they were people of high status.
On one side of the hall, there were tables and chairs arranged in order. There were numbers on them, which should be for everyone to answer questions.
Yang Xuan looked at the screen in front of him. Guessing, he swept his divine sense slightly, but found that it was blocked by an invisible force. He couldn't see the scene behind the screen at all.
Yang Xuan didn't find it strange. In Qingxue City, there was an inexplicable force that could block his divine sense. It was normal to see it at this time. It was probably a special method of the royal family of Qingxue.
"I am Fu Yuewen, a Grand Secretary of the Imperial Cabinet. I am presiding over the written part of the semi-finals." One of the old men took two steps forward and said clearly.
Everyone's expression didn't change. They just listened quietly.
They already knew that there was a written part of the semi-finals, so it wasn't strange.
This was also normal. The princess was the successor of the Kingdom of Qingxue. Her son-in-law must have a certain level of talent to be able to assist the princess in controlling this huge country. If he was only a martial artist, it would be difficult for him to do so.
"This written part has three parts. One is poetry, two is strategy, and three is policy. Full marks for each part are ten points. If there are no objections, we can begin now."
As everyone took their seats according to their numbers, Fu Yuewen spoke clearly.
"We have no objections. Elder Fu, please set the questions." A man dressed like a scholar cupped his hands and said to Fu Yuewen.
The others followed suit and said that there were no objections.
Yang Xuan didn't say anything. He wanted to see what the princess was up to.
"The first question, please use wine or moon as the topic. Compose a poem within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn." Fu Yuewen saw that no one objected and said directly.
The question had been set, but Yang Xuan didn't immediately start writing. Instead, he checked everyone's reaction. Although his divine sense couldn't penetrate the screen and couldn't even spread beyond three feet, it wasn't a problem for him to cover where everyone was answering the questions.
With a sweep of his divine sense, he already knew the general cultivation of the other 29 people. Among them, the highest was the silent man next to him. He was already a martial arts master of the Three Flower Realm. Among the other candidates, Jin Chengfeng was the highest, at the Twin Flower First-String Realm.
There were a few other ordinary First-String Realm masters, but most of them were ordinary Innate Realm masters.
Yang Xuan's divine sense swept back and forth on Wang Zhuo's body twice, and he felt slightly strange.
Wang Zhuo seemed to be just a First-String Realm master, but Yang Xuan sensed a very strange power from him. It seemed that something was interfering with Yang Xuan's judgment, making it difficult for him to determine.
While Yang Xuan looked around, everyone had already started answering the questions. At this time, some people were biting their pens in contemplation, some were frowning, and some had just sat down and started writing at a rapid speed. There were all kinds of people.
Yang Xuan nodded secretly. Those who could enter this place were definitely not mediocre. They were all outstanding talents of their time.
Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, two-thirds of the incense stick had burned. Everyone had basically finished. Even if they hadn't finished, they were already finishing.
Fu Yuewen and a few other elders patrolled the crowd. Their faces were expressionless, and they didn't comment.
When he arrived in front of Yang Xuan, he frowned, and then a look of displeasure appeared on his face.
No matter how bad the others were, they were already finishing. But when he looked at Yang Xuan, he saw that there was still a blank paper in front of him, without even half a word.
However, he didn't say anything. He just made up his mind to first eliminate Yang Xuan.
As a Grand Secretary of the Inner Pavilion, he was best at poetry and couldn't stand vulgar people. Yang Xuan's paper was still blank, and he had already sentenced him to death.
After he left, Yang Xuan smiled and began to write on a piece of paper.
Yang Xuan's calligraphy couldn't be said to be a master, but it definitely had its own style.
"Time's up, collect the papers!" Under Fu Yuewen's command, the servants who had been waiting by the side collected everyone's test papers.
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