A golden light flashed, and a thin middle-aged man was thrown out. He patted his clothes and walked into the crowd calmly.

"Levi's move forward thirty-five steps."

A golden light flashed, and Li Wei, who had been mentioned by Zhao Li, was also thrown out.

Then there was a long period of silence.

In front of Wuji Palace, Zhao Zheng looked at the footprints in the formation patterns in front of him and kept moving forward.

There are two names among these three, and he is very familiar with them.

One is Xuandu, which Huang Shi often mentions, and the other is Fan Zeng, who is suppressed by Xuandu.

The two of them had exceeded thirty-five steps early, and now Fan Zeng has taken one hundred steps forward and one hundred and sixty steps in Xuandu.

There was another man named Han Ping who walked eighty steps forward.

"Han Ping? The Han clan surname of Ji?"

Zhao Zheng seemed to remember that this was a famous genius from the Zhou emperor's lineage.

"It seems that he is also a guest at the Academy Palace."

Zhao Zheng glanced at the formation pattern in front of him and said softly:

"All three people have more than a hundred steps."

His voice echoed above Taichu Square.

"It's over a hundred!"

Huadu looked at Zhao Li beside him and said loudly.

Zhao Li shook his head.

"It seems that I underestimated Fan Zeng."

He looked at the golden light in the distance.

Yes, that's not something he can evaluate.

"All of them are geniuses."
Chapter completed!