At first, the people in Zang Yuege and the class thought she was lucky and happened to know those kinds of medicinal materials. However, when everyone wailed, they saw that she was calm and comfortable from beginning to end. He was a little surprised when he brushed his pen.

But they were just surprised, and soon they thought: Maybe, she doesn't know how to pretend to understand?

She may be writing, but it is another matter whether she is writing right or not.

Thinking of this, Zang Yuege's people didn't bother to pay attention to her.

Seeing the howling and howling of everyone, and scratching their heads, there are not many people who can write the name of the herb. Hall Master Bamboo flashed a touch of impatience in his eyes. He always knew that the Flowing Fire Empire could not produce any talents, but didn't want to be so bad. The best medical class at the Royal Academy can't even write about this mere medicinal material!

What a waste of time here!

Compared with Hall Master Zhu, Elder Fan and Tao Ling looked very calm.

The aptitude test has passed halfway. In the entire class, very few people are still writing, no more than five in total.

Among these four or five people, one is Duanmu Yawang.

The most important thing is that she was the fastest to write, and she did not hesitate to see the medicinal materials, almost without thinking, she started writing with her head down, and the whole process was extremely quiet.

Observing this, Tao Ling's glamorous red lips curled up, and she glanced at Elder Fan and said: "I said, she is an interesting person, definitely not the kind of waste spread by the outside world."

Elder Fan stared at Duanmu Yawang, his old eyes flickering sharply, without saying a word.

Tao Ling shrugged, ignoring, and regardless of everyone's gaze, Lianbu moved lightly and came to Duanmuya's side.

Flexible, Uh, Elder Fan's eyes are so obvious, it is of course impossible for Duanmu Yawang not to feel it, but she ignored it, and kept writing her own words plainly. Tao Ling came to her, and she didn't move her eyelids.

Tao Ling smiled: "You are quite calm."

When she said that, she raised her eyebrows, and swept the paper on Duanmu Yawang's table from top to bottom. The more she looked at her, the smile on her face became thicker: "Interesting, really interesting."

After that, she stopped leaving, holding her arms around her chest, quietly standing beside Duanmuya looking at her, watching her write down the names of the medicines one by one, until the names of fifty medicines were written down.

"Okay." After the fifty medicinal materials were displayed, Elder Fan waved his hand to let the young man leave, saying: "The first level of assessment is over. Everyone sorts out the things on the table and starts the second level of assessment."

"The second level of assessment is to know medicine." Elder Fan said: "Give everyone an hour to write down the medicinal materials you wrote down, their odor characteristics, medicinal properties, and various properties."

Half an hour?

Duanmu Ya looked at this time period and twisted her eyebrows.

It’s not easy to analyze each drug in detail, let alone fifty kinds, one hour is not enough at all!

If you really write seriously, you may not be able to finish it in one day!

never mind!

Duanmu Yawang sighed. On average, it takes more than two minutes for a drug, and for each drug, she picks up some drug characteristics to write down, and it is not necessary to analyze it in detail.

Thinking of this, she didn't bother to stand on one side, Tao Ling who was staring at her interestingly, spread out the new paper, pinched the pen and started to brush it.

She writes very fast, the font is not big, a large piece of paper, every quarter of an hour, she changes a piece of paper.

After half an hour, there were already several densely written papers on her desk.

And the more she stared at her, the darker Tao Ling's eyes became.

Because every word of Duanmu Yawang was written under her eyes.

Although she writes fast, her handwriting is beautiful and fast, not messy. The most important thing is that the words she wrote, the analysis and description of herbal medicine, are concise, clear, decisive and clear. No word is superfluous, and no conclusion is wrong!

She... is very knowledgeable about medicine and medicine!

Said she is trash?

It's ridiculous!

As time passed, many people stopped writing soon. Some people didn't want to lose face and scribble on paper. For Duanmu Yawang, who was writing with his pen from beginning to end, I was shocked at first.

But it was quickly replaced by disdain—huh! Really know how to play!

Finally, almost an hour passed, and when Mr. Yang said that there was only half a stick of incense time left, Duanmu Yawang's writing speed finally slowed down.

She has finished writing fifty kinds.

However, she has a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, anyway, time is limited, and there is nothing to do after stopping, so she listed the last drug, extremely detailed, from the shape of the drug to various characteristics.

She had just finished writing and was rubbing her sore wrist. Mr. Yang said in a convenient way: "An hour has come! Stop writing, everyone!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Elder Fan and asked: "Elder Fan, I will test the medicine next..."

"No, first collect the papers for the two levels of assessment just now." Elder Fan said: "Take advantage of this time, I will check everyone's papers."

"Yes." Mr. Yang nodded, "Then Yang asked to put the papers away or..."

"No, we can do these things by our own people." Elder Fan finished speaking lightly, raised his hand and patted twice, and seven or eight young people in Zang Yuege disciple's uniform entered one after another.

"You carefully collected everyone's papers."

"Yes."

The disciple Zang Yuege respectfully nodded and began to unify and rewind the papers.

When everyone was collecting the papers, Elder Fan said: "It's only an hour of writing. Everyone must be tired, and the time is almost noon. You must be hungry too. Please bear with me. You need to finish these five tests. To leave."

Duanmu Ya looked at the words, rubbed her wrist, and glanced at Elder Fan unexpectedly.

This elder Fan looked majestic and deep, but he was unexpectedly human and his attitude was pretty good.

Thinking about this, she looked at Hall Master Bamboo, and when she saw him looking at people like them, her eyes were full of contempt and impatience.

Sure enough, compared with Hall Master Zhu, Elder Fan is really much better.

However, it is said that the relationship between Elder Fan and Hall Master Zhu is not very good?

Thinking about it this way, Duanmuya felt a bit interesting.

However, there is one thing she can't understand. How could someone like Elder Fan have an incomprehensible grandson like Fan Lingfeng?

Before Duanmu Yawang wanted to understand, Tao Ling on one side fixedly looked at her, and said, "Hid it deep? When did you study medicine?"

Duanmu Yawang rubbed her wrist, rolled her eyes, and was too lazy to answer.

Tao Ling smiled without anger, and asked slowly: "As the protector of Zang Yuege, if you ask you questions, you won't answer. I'm not afraid that I will deduct your assessment content so that you are not even qualified to enter the formal assessment?"

Duanmu Ya looked at the movement of rubbing her wrist and curled her lips: "If you are willing to do this, please feel free."