Duanmu Ya could understand, after all, if the ancients were good at observing the sky, it would be a bit difficult for others.

However, Mr. Fang was more curious about what she was not good at, "Why is the son not good at allusions?" This allusion should be the simplest for most people.

In the battle room of their reading materials, generally speaking, they rarely answer the questions wrongly when they encounter allusions.

"Ahem!"

Duanmu Yawang naturally can't say that she is a stranger, she can only vaguely say: "Well, I am not interested in listening to stories, and I don't like how to read. I like some weird things."

"I see."

Old Fang believed it, and said cheerfully: "You are so young, and you don't frown when facing the array and the astronomy, which proves that sometimes it is not a bad thing to like weird things."

Duanmu Yawang was about to answer. At this time, the referee said: "Master Gongyu, please sign to us. We need to look at the topic of signing preparation."

"okay."

Duanmu Yawang then realized that the lottery was still in his hands, and quickly handed it over.

The referee signed to the other two referees and asked them to get the things needed for the fight, and said politely: "Please come back to the original seats and wait for a while."

"Yes."

Duanmu Yawang and Fang Lao went back to their seats.

The two did not communicate much in their seats. They sat quietly for a while. The two referees who had left finally walked in with two trays and placed them on the desks of Duanmu Yawang and Fang Lao.

Like last time, the contents of the tray are covered with silk, and Duanmu Yawang and Fang always can't see the contents.

However, there was not much in the tray this time, not as high as the last time.

"Fang, Gongyu, are you ready?" At this moment, the referee asked.

"Ready."

The referee is not wordy at all. With a knock on the gong and a flip of the hourglass, he solemnly said: "In this case, the battle has officially begun!"

When Duanmu Yawang and Fang Lao heard this, they immediately opened the silk and satin on the tray.

Once the silk was opened, there were six books, some drawings, two grasses, one bottle, and nothing else.

The people in the audience naturally saw it, including a group of contenders. They were a little surprised, "What type did they get? Why are there only three objects? This is too few. The remaining 61 questions, the Isn't it all about reading pictures?"

"It should be."

When some fighters said, they looked sympathetic and said to Old Chen: "I feel that the fight between Lord Gongyu and Lao Fang is not a common type."

"Um."

Old Chen sighed, "The difficulty is only higher than estimated than the previous one."

All the combatants nodded in agreement: "Indeed."

For some fighters who only watched the excitement, they heard what the fighters said, but some did not understand, and muttered: "They don't know the question, how can they know that this time is very difficult?"

The muttering voices of the people, naturally heard by the contenders, shook their heads, and secretly said: laymen are laymen. I don’t know what the so-called reading materials are. Since there are real things, it is natural that someone has seen them and exists. Things, not the legendary, nihilistic things.

Since it exists and can be brought into a fight by Supreme Court, then the difficulty of these things will not be ridiculously high.

On the contrary, if even Supreme Pavilion can only provide blueprints for reading, that is, things that even Supreme Pavilion has never possessed, then these things can only be rarer.

The difficulty is naturally higher.

This is true regardless of the type.

Of course, the contenders are highly educated, and these words will naturally not be said to mock some laymen. Their minds settle down and pay attention to the fighting situation on the stage.

On the stage, Duan Muya glanced at the things on the tray. After reading the two grasses, he picked up the bottle on the side and shook it. There was a crisp sound from inside.

There should be a medicine inside.

Duanmu Yawang thought so, squeezed the bottle cap, and when it was poured, a medicine really appeared on the palm of her hand.

She put the medicine on her nose and sniffed it. When her eyes lit up, she put it back and looked at the six books in the tray instead.

Six books of varying thickness.

Duanmu Ya glanced at these six books, then picked up one of them and looked through it.

In this one, there were stories one after another. Duanmu Ya looked at several of them, and almost didn't recognize them. He shook his head and sighed, and finally put the book down.

The second book is about astronomy. The title is all about the description of various situations of astronomy. Let the contenders write about these astronomical situations and guess the weather environment based on the description.

Duanmuya glanced at it and curled her lips: "Interesting."

After reading a few times, she put the book down and picked up the third one.

The third book is chess, and the blueprints on the tray are all chess records. As for what the fighters need to do, it is naturally to solve the chessboard.

The fourth book is about arrays.

Duanmu Yawang had a deep insight into the battle, so she was particularly interested. She read all the familiar battles in the book one by one, and when she saw one of them, her eyes moved slightly.

The fifth book is poison.

Among these things, if Duanmu Yawang is to choose what she is best at, then she will not hesitate to choose poison.

Of course, the things about poison in the book did not disappoint her.

In the end, the sixth book was the four topics that accounted for ten points. Duanmu Yawang glanced at the four topics, and suddenly had a general idea in his heart.

After reading all the content, the next question is naturally answered.

She wrote down the answers one by one according to what she read in the notebook.

She wrote very fast and didn't spend too much time. When she stopped writing, she looked back at the hourglass on the referee table behind her and found that there was still a lot of time left.

She looked at him, and then at Fang Lao, who was struggling to write.

Duanmu Ya looked at it, pondered, picked up the book of allusions, wrinkled her face and studied it carefully, "Xiao Baibai, do you think I can get an answer based on these stories?"

"It might work?"

Little Bailu blinked, a little uncertain, "Where can this thing be covered?"

Duanmu Yawang stared at the allusion story. He didn't intend to refute him. In the end, he didn't know what he saw. His brain flashed and he smiled: "Who said that I can't, I feel that I can get it right this time!"

After that, he picked up the paper and wrote a few words.

Little Bailu looked at the words she wrote, and said, "Yes, yes, I seem to have heard this word!" Little Bailu was surprised: "Master, this word seems very strange, how did you know?"