"What's wrong?" Wu Meng was startled by the housekeeper.

"Mengmeng, I have another very important thing to tell you. The housekeeper said with some expectations.

"What?" Wu Meng stopped.

"Mengmeng, don't stop writing. The butler said.

"Huh?" Wu Meng was even more curious.

The housekeeper told Wu Meng about the gambling game in Guangjin Casino.

"I threw all the spirit stones you gave me in. "Before, the housekeeper always felt guilty because he didn't have a body and couldn't help Wu Meng when she needed it. So during this time, Wu Meng helped the housekeeper make a robot body, of course, according to her avatar.

In the past few days, Wu Meng has been reading in the cave, and the housekeeper put on a magic robe that isolates his divine sense, and goes out with a mask that can change his appearance.

"Mengmeng, although it is indeed a little difficult, but as long as you can put your hands together tomorrow, it will be fine. I'm carefully calculated, rest assured. The butler hurriedly added.

"Books with both hands?" Wu Meng shook his head and said resolutely. "I'm writing with my left and right hands now, and my hands are about to break. Hello, you want me to put my hands together, isn't this my life?"

"But, Mengmeng, my spirit stone. "The housekeeper was reluctant.

"Oh, it's okay, it's just more than a thousand fast spirit stones. If it's gone, it's gone. Wu Meng said that he didn't care, and continued to prepare to use the Imperial Technique.

"But, Mengmeng, the odds are 1:50!" the housekeeper said unwillingly.

"Wait, how much do you say?" Wu Meng's hand paused, almost drawing the test paper.

“1:50”

"1:50, how many spirit stones have you thrown in?" Wu Meng's heart couldn't help but tremble.

"2,500 spirit stones. ”

"Huh, why are there so many, didn't I just give you 1,000 spirit stones?"

"I earned 1,500 yuan. The butler replied truthfully.

"Earned, good!" Wu Meng was very pleased. "What's after that 50x odds?"

"125,000. ”

"The first pot of gold!" Wu Meng's eyes lit up, and the handwriting movement of making a scroll was faster.

"Mengmeng, didn't you already earn your first pot of gold 8 years ago?" The housekeeper was puzzled, her system log would not go wrong, a few days ago, Mengmeng went to buy more than a dozen bottles of pills and earned hundreds of spirit stones.

"Is that called gold? That's called pocket money!" Wu Meng, who had never even seen 10,000 spirit stones, had red eyes at this time, and the pen in his hand was about to form a line.

120,000 spirit stones? She has never seen so many spirit stones in her life, and she is going to decide on this spirit stone.

"But Mengmeng, your hand!" the butler snickered.

"It's okay, it's just a pair of hands. Even if it is broken, the 120,000 spirit stones must be obtained. Wu Meng was resolute.

"Moe?"

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, hurry up, the test paper is scanned, and the answer is ready. Wu Meng said.

"Moe? cheating?"

"Don't cheat, are you in a hurry? I broke off my hands to write answers. Wu Meng complained, "Well, that's it, you don't need to give me the answer, just give it to me when I write it wrong." Wu Meng thought about it, and her conscience was a little uncomfortable.

"Yes!" the housekeeper smiled and narrowed his eyes, Meng Meng is Meng Meng.

And everyone outside the arena was surprised when they saw Wu Meng's speed speeding up again, "At his speed, he needs to be able to finish it." ”

"Perhaps, but don't forget that it's 90% right. ”

"That's right, in the past, there are not many people who can reach a ninety percent correct rate in the selection of disciples of the sect, but there are no more than 10 people each time, and they are all amazing talents. The young man ...... "The words were not finished, but the people around him already understood.

This young man is unknown, so it's not amazing to look at it this way, and they also inquired yesterday, but it's just a casual cultivation from a secular background. What kind of talent can he learn? I'm afraid there are many people who are better than him in this game.

The more people thought about it, the more they felt that they should go to Guangjin Casino to place a bet.

Another day had passed, and it was only one night before the end of the pharmacopoeia exam. But Wu Meng still has more than 100 volumes that have not been written.

In the eyes of everyone, Wu Meng grabbed a brush with his left hand, and with a movement of his consciousness, a blank test paper floated over, and then he wrote with both hands, and the speed suddenly doubled.

"Ha, is he scribbling?"

"He doesn't think he'll pass it when he's done, right?"

Wu Meng, who was already on the cusp of the storm, attracted everyone's attention with just a small action. Although everyone on the edge of the square was talking, it didn't affect the candidates in the square at all, let alone the elders of the Danqi Sect on the high platform. To them, monks who did not enter the Danqi Sect were not worth noting.

However, no matter how many tricks I played during this period, I couldn't enter the Danqi Sect in the end, and it was useless.

When the last stroke of Wumeng fell, a thick ancient bell sounded in the square, and the time was up.

"I'm done, what's the accuracy rate?" Wu Meng asked expectantly. In the end, there was no time to answer with the butler.

"Don't worry, Mengmeng, more than ninety percent!" The housekeeper's tone was a little excited, Mengmeng was so powerful that the correct rate was ninety percent nine, and the one or two who were wrong were too anxious. However, don't tell Moe Meng just yet.

Wu Meng let out a long sigh of relief, put down the brush, and shook off two hands that were so sore that he could no longer lift them. Then he folded the roll, took out the bamboo token, put it on the top of the roll, played a trick, and a ray of light emanated from the bamboo token and shrouded the roll, and gradually the light penetrated into the roll like water meeting a sponge.

This recipe is equivalent to writing the name on the paper, and after the elders read the paper, they will know whose trick it is when they are typing a formula.

Wu Meng put away the bamboo token, got up except for the small room, and as soon as he went out, he saw Zeng Qing waiting for him. The two walked out with the flow of people, "Zeng Qing!

"It's just a small test. Zeng Qing said in a flat tone.

Wu Meng knew his temperament and smiled, "That's congratulations! "Actually, it's not too tiring to have spiritual nourishment all the time, but it's just psychologically tiring.

Zeng Qing glanced at her two white hands with a little flesh, and said lightly, "It's not broken." ”

Wu Meng glared at him, "I'm exaggerating rhetoric, which means that there are too many volumes." ”

"It's fine. Zeng Qing suddenly realized when he heard this.

"Of course, you used the Imperial Technique?" and he also used three scrolls at the same time, this divine sense is powerful enough. Well, I don't know how many rolls she can do at the same time at a time. Why don't you give it a try?

"Well, you're useless?" Zeng Qing nodded, looking at Wu Meng with slightly puzzled eyes.

"No, that's why I'm about to get tired and cut off my hand. ”

"Why didn't it work?"

"Well, I wanted to challenge myself to see if I could make 500 rolls in three days. "Of course, it was for my 120,000 spirit stones, thinking of 120,000 spirit stones, Wu Meng couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Oh," Zeng Qing nodded as if he didn't understand.