She was so well-behaved this time that she said, "Hello, Mr. Chen."

"Good, good."

Old Chen grinned and touched the beard of his chin, admiringly and affectionately said: "My child, we are fighting with this book, but it involves many aspects. I will pay attention to choosing what you are good at. We will let you not grab it with you. Yes."

Ning Shan's eyes widened, so these old weird people were actually willing to give in?

You know, in the eyes of these old antiques, concession is also a shame, a kind of cheating, which will never be considered. It is really amazing to say such a thing today.

Duanmu Yawang was also a little surprised. She had read the battle introduction in the battle room of the reading material, and knew that participating in the battle of the reading material needed to be classified, and to fight according to the classification.

After all, there are so many kinds of things in time. This reading involves all the possible things of all things in the world. There are so many kinds that it is difficult to write questions at random.

Moreover, it will inevitably be said to be unfair.

Therefore, it is best to give the contenders the right to choose by themselves. It is the fairest, because there are two ways to choose this type-

First, through dice, whoever wins has the right to draw, and then both fighters choose to fight according to the type on the draw.

Second, it is a little more magnification, and directly let the opponent choose the type that the opponent wants to choose.

The second choice situation rarely occurs. After all, no one will let the opponent, everyone is strong, and if you let it, it is equivalent to directly giving the opportunity to win to the opponent.

As for the meaning of Chen Lao's words, it was clearly the second situation, let Duanmu Yawang choose what she was good at, he could do whatever he wanted.

This made Duanmu Yawang couldn't help but feel a little grateful, "Thank you, Mr. Chen, but you can do whatever you want to fight, how can you let me?"

Old Chen narrowed his eyes and asked directly: "Do you want to win?"

Duanmu Ya looked for a moment, then laughed, "It is impossible to say that you don't want to win. If a person participates in a competition and a battle, everyone hopes to win. How can they not want to win?"

"Then you don't want such a good opportunity?"

Mr. Fang laughed, he was cheerful, and there was not much malice in his words, "This Lord Gongyu is still young, Mr. Chen, you have a lot of knowledge. Even if Lord Gongyu chooses what she is good at, I guess he won't be able to beat you, right? ?"

Before Duanmu Yawang could speak, Chen Lao's old eyebrows twisted into twists: "Fang Lao, I don't like to hear what you say. Since this baby can make a splash in the testing battle room, how do you know that people can't? Also show up here?"

After that, he said in a bad mood: "You, don't underestimate the young man."

"It doesn't mean to underestimate."

Mr. Fang still looked cheerful, "It's just that you give them to others like this. Isn't they unhappy? Don't embarrass them, just do whatever you want?"

After finishing speaking, he said meaningfully: "Besides, you said, don’t underestimate others, how do you know that they can’t beat you here? If you let others win, even if they win, it is estimated that they can’t judge others. The true strength of the child is the injustice to the child."

"Right."

When Mr. Chen listened, he didn't get entangled anymore, and waved his hand refreshingly: "Okay, let's do whatever it takes."

"good."

Duan Muya listened and breathed a sigh of relief.

Old Chen and others are not wordy people either. After talking about it, they said hurriedly: "Okay, let's be quiet, don't quarrel with the fighters."

"good."

Therefore, Duanmu Yawang and the others quietly watched the fight among the people on the stage, and stopped communicating.

Before, I was chatting with Laofang Chen and didn’t take a close look at the things on the combatant’s desk. She saw a blade of grass. Now she looks at the stage with a long neck, and then finds a pile of messy things on the stage. .

Among these things, there are plants, insect specimens, weirdly colored stones, ancient swords and swords, and some books, densely piled.

The combatants on the stage looked at these things while writing down their own answers.

Duanmu Yawang remembers that there are a total of sixty-four questions in this reading. Sixty questions belong to the object of knowledge. You only need to answer a simple name. In addition to the object of knowledge, you need to answer the five particularities, history, etc. aspect.

Sixty-four questions. The first sixty questions are worth one point, and the last four questions are worth ten points, for a total of one hundred points.

The basis for winning or losing a battle is that whoever scores more in the end wins.

Every fight takes three quarters of an hour.

The time is neither long nor short.

For people like Duanmu Yawang who still need to wait at least seven or eight games, this time is very long. It is estimated that we need to wait for the rhythm from morning to night again.

However, she was obviously wrong, because she found that those seniors on the stage don't like to delay, don't understand if they don't understand, and submit the answers after writing what they understand, without any delay.

Few people will take three quarters of an hour.

Moreover, through observation, Duanmu Yawang found that the scores of these seniors' answers fluctuated between sixty and eighty points, rarely exceeding eighty points.

However, in any case, Duanmu Yawang still waited a full three or four hours before it was her turn. It was already afternoon by this time.

Just now, Mr. Fang defeated the one in front of him, and he was ready to go to Mr. Chen.

When Old Chen stood up, he inadvertently glanced behind him, frowned, and said: "When is the battle room for reading materials so lively?"

Duanmu Ya looked at the back of the auditorium without knowing it, and was taken aback by this look. I saw that there were originally only a dozen or twenty people in the auditorium, but I don't know when it was almost full!

Moreover, she didn't know if it was her illusion. When she turned around, she found that many people's eyes were looking at her, and when they met her eyes, they looked away one after another.

Could these people come for her?

Thinking about it this way, she felt that she was too worried, besides, even if people came to her, she didn't care much, but just watched.

However, she was still a little uncomfortable: "When did these people come?" She didn't even feel it at all!

"One day is almost over, one after another." The little white deer in the medical system was very bored. After practicing with Yin Huiyin for a long time, because he didn't eat yesterday, he didn't have to eat today. It's lingering, a little listless.

"I don't feel..."

"Don't look at how serious you are in the stands." Xiao Bailu gave her an angry look, and then asked: "You have watched so many battles. How many points do you estimate for each one? "

"Can't estimate."

"Why? Can't you see it?"