Young man on white horse, I am in the human world, who dares to call himself an immortal?

Young Master Liu Yue heard Wen Jiutian cursing there.

He quickly changed his words and said: "Candidate Yin Luoxia passed."

"Fuck!" Wen Jiutian frowned, so careless, "We agreed to advance and retreat together, so disloyal!"

And Young Master Liu Yue smiled bitterly in the white gauze.

On the other side, Baili Dongjun carefully poured the glutinous rice prepared in advance into the steamer.

For winemaking, Wen Jiutian and Ye Dingzhi are completely laymen.

Especially Ye Dingzhi, he turned his head curiously, stared at Baili Dongjun and asked: "You are brewing wine like this?"

Baili Dongjun smiled slightly, took out a jar of wine next to his son Changsheng, gently opened the lid, and a strong smell of blood came to his nose.

He slowly poured it out, and what flowed out of the wine jar was actually bright red blood.

"That's right." Baili Dongjun replied with a smile.

Ye Dingzhi couldn't help but gurgle and swallowed his saliva: "Is this thing...really wine?"

Bai Li Dongjun shrugged and said indifferently: "My cousin's physique is different, so he needs special wine to meet his needs. This is nothing."

As he said, Bai Li Dongjun took out a few extremely poisonous medicinal herbs from somewhere and threw them into the steamer without hesitation: "Each kind of wine has its own unique brewing method, and this highly poisonous blood wine is a great tonic for my cousin. There are many kinds of wine in the world, each with its own merits. It depends on whether you are lucky enough to meet your favorite one. That one."

"It's really eye-opening!" Ye Dingzhi smiled with emotion, "But I can assert that if ordinary people drink it, they will probably die immediately."

"That's natural, this blood is the blood of Mr. Li in the school." Baili Dongjun sighed, "Mr. Li is known as the exiled immortal from heaven, so his blood is also the blood of an immortal."

Ye Dingzhi glanced at Baili Dongjun's steamer: "How long will you need?"

Baili Dongjun looked at the steaming mist and frowned slightly: "Is there another incense stick before I can drink it?"

"No blood smell, right?" Ye Dingzhi frowned.

"Of course not, my brewing skills are the best in the world." Baili Dongjun raised his head proudly.

However, he then lowered his eyebrows helplessly: "It's just a pity that this preliminary exam cannot test drinking, otherwise I will definitely make a splash."

Just then, a voice suddenly came: "Dengtuzi, you still want to make a splash?"

Bai Li Dongjun and Ye Dingzhi turned their heads at the same time, only to see Yan Feifei and Qin San passing by, and with a light wave of his hand, a long sword was instantly placed on Qin San's neck.

Qin San touched his waist in panic, and then realized that his sword had disappeared.

Yan Feifei took back the sword triumphantly, then turned to look at Master Liu Yue, raised his eyebrows and asked: "Did you pass?"

Master Liu Yue nodded slightly and said calmly: "Candidate Yan Feifei, passed."

Yan Feifei turned around with a smile on her face, with the joy of victory on her face.

She looked at Baili Dongjun, frowned slightly, and said with a hint of provocation: "Your name is Baili Dongjun, right? I warn you, it's best not to let me meet you in the re-examination!"

"Baili Dongjun, your peach blossom luck is coming." Ye Dingzhi said with a smile.

After Yin Luoxia and Yan Feifei, more and more candidates raised their hands to hand in their papers.

Among these candidates, most of them took the test of various musical instruments, and there were also many chess skills, but in terms of chess skills, they were almost all crushed by Lin Su.

In terms of musical instruments, Master Qingge suddenly visited. He was the main examiner of musical instruments. Among the nearly 40 candidates, there were those who played the guqin, flute, and pipa, but in the end, only more than ten people could make Luo Xuan nod their heads.

From the moment Luo Xuan entered the door, his eyes fell on Wen Jiutian. For some reason, he shook his head helplessly.

Unexpectedly, his sister actually begged him personally, saying that if Master Wen played the guqin or flute, it would be fine, and he must let Master Wen pass.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt like my cabbage was being eaten by someone.

A burly man with his upper body exposed stood in the corner, sweating profusely.

Not only him, but also the students closest to him.

Because what he did was very simple, he was forging a sword, and the fire in the simple sword-making furnace next to him was burning very vigorously.

He held a burning red sword blank with tongs and put it in the water.

With the sound of sizzling, a cloud of white mist rose in the water. The burly man took out the sword blank from the water, then took out the sword and installed the hilt. A beautiful sword was completed. Then he took out a small knife and gently scratched it on the sword, and the sword body emitted a burst of white light.

He shouted: "My sword is ready."

Young Master Liu YueA servant walked down and looked at the sword: "Are you a swordsmith?"

"No, I'm a swordsman." The strong man raised his head and said proudly, "But I made all my swords myself."

The servant drew out the sword from his waist and said to the strong man, "Then can I try?"

"I advise you not to try it easily, because I see your sword is not cheap." The strong man smiled, "It would be a pity if your sword is broken."

"You are very confident!" The servant raised his sword and swung it hard at the strong man's sword. With a bang, the long sword in his hand broke into two pieces. He smiled and said, "You are very good!"

"Swordsman Lin is in Ye, passed the first test. "

The swordsman named Lin Zai Ye gave the sword he had just made to the attendant, picked up his bag and walked out. When he passed by Baili Dongjun, he looked at Bu Ranchen leaning against the table and said faintly: "You have a good sword."

Baili Dongjun held Bu Ranchen: "It's a good sword."

When Lin Zai Ye passed by Wen Jiutian's table, he stood there, staring at the weeping blood magic knife behind Wen Jiutian, and smiled awkwardly: "Can I touch your knife?"

"Get lost!" Wen Jiutian raised his eyebrows, and a strong aura enveloped Lin Zai Ye.

After a moment, Lin Zai Ye trembled all over and shook his head: "The knife is a peerless good knife, and the person is also a peerless good person. Goodbye." He licked his lips and walked out of the house, turning his head from time to time and staring at Wen Jiutian.

However, just when he was about to step out, he found that he could not walk out. He walked to the door, but walked back again and appeared in front of Wen Jiutian's desk again.

Not only him, but also several candidates who just walked out had the same situation.

Mr. Tu had been standing behind Wen Jiutian and the other two. Seeing this scene, he could not help but be stunned.

"It's broad daylight, could it be that they have encountered a ghost wall?"

Mr. Tu paused, scratched his head and whispered:

"Boss, do you think that our gambling house has killed too many people, and this is the wronged soul coming back to claim their lives?"