Nandou Country.

Huoshixian City.

Ning Family Land.

Today is the big day for Ning’s family to release the results.

Nearly 100 teenagers aged 16 or 17 are around the list. These are the hopes of the Ning family with qualifications to practice.

"Don't squeeze me!"

"Oh, let me give it."

"I saw it, I saw my name, I'm twenty-nine! Oh my God, I'm in the top thirty."

In the crowd, a young man suddenly raised his arms and shouted.

The crowded crowd paused and all looked at the cheering boys with envy.

The result of this big test is particularly important to them. Because from then on, they can no longer stay in the family school to practice full-time, and must enter all walks of life, work, and put into production.

The top 30 young people in the big exam are qualified to join the Ning family's industry and their future will undoubtedly be broader.

Time passed, and the teenagers who were rushing into the top thirty either laughed loudly or cheered. Those who were thirty had a dull face and their eyes were dull.

Sixteen years ago, the Ning family migrated and suffered heavy damage halfway through, and fled into Huoshi City in a panic.

After that, the Ning family rested and recovered, gradually took root, and became one of the great immortal cultivators in Huoshicheng.

The Ning family’s children began to test the root bones since they were born, and once a year until they were twelve or thirteen years old.

People with qualifications for practice are sent to family private schools, provided by the family, and conduct full-time studies.

Among this crowd, there was a young man who was dressed normally and had a good appearance, named Ning Zhuo.

Ning Zhuo looked at the list with uneasiness with a nervous look.

He saw his name and ranked thirty-one!

It's very embarrassing, just outside of thirty.

Ning Zhu's movements froze, and then a little surprised appeared on his face.

He was soon squeezed out of the crowd by the teenagers around him.

A tall and thin boy came over to pat his shoulder: "Cousin, you usually have more than 20 grades. Why did you perform miserably in such an important exam this time?"

Ning Zhuo doesn’t need to look up. Listening to this sound, he will know who the visitor is.

He looked up.

Sure enough, Ning Ji was speaking.

Ning Ji seemed to have sympathy and concern, but in fact he was gloating. He usually had his grades in various subjects in the family school and was overwhelmed by Ning Zhu. Rarely, this time he actually surpassed Ning Zhu, and it was such a critical test!

Ning Zhuo's eyes were a little dull, and he subconsciously looked at the list, murmured: "I don't know..."

Among the classmates around him, there are many people with similar faces to him. They also highlight Ning Ji's happy face.

At this time, two teenagers approached.

Ning Ji glanced at the two of them and patted Ning Zhuo's shoulder proudly: "I'll leave first, you can go home quickly, my parents are looking forward to the results of this big exam."

One of the two young men is Ning Chen and the other is Ning Yong.

Ning Yong was careless: "Ning Zhuo, I saw your achievements. It seems that you performed poorly this time."

Ning Chen pounded Ning Yong with his elbow: "Even if he performs abnormally, he will do better than both of us."

Ning Yong muttered: "But, if you fall outside the 30th place, what's the difference between us and our achievements? You can't even enter the family's industry."

Ning Chen looked at Ning Zhuo: "I heard from others that in fact, within 35 people can enter the family's industry. I just need to ask someone to give gifts and get some relationships."

"Your ranking still has hope."

Ning Zhuo let out a sigh, and his eyes seemed to lit up again: "Is that true?"

Ning Chen nodded: "Go quickly and talk to your uncle and aunt. This kind of quota is actually limited. If it is too late, it will be squeezed out by others."

Ning Zhuo couldn't help but look anxious: "I, I'll go back now and explain the situation to my uncle and aunt. Thank you!"

As he said that, he ran away in a small step.

Ning Yong's expression was a little complicated and muttered: "It seems that Ning Zhuo might be able to squeeze into the family industry."

Ning Chen shook his head: "I'm afraid it's a bit lingering."

"I have heard of Ning Zhuo's situation by chance."

"He had no father before he was born. When he was one or two years old, his mother died of illness. He was not satisfied with his uncle's house and was often bullied by his cousin when he was a child."

"His uncle and aunt are not treating him well. If he goes through relationships and gives gifts this time, it will be expensive and I'm afraid he won't be willing."

Ning Yong was a little unbelievable: "At this critical moment, his uncle and aunt wouldn't be ignorant of the importance, right?"

Ning Chen shook his head and sighed: "It's hard to say."

On the other side.

In the courtyard of Ningjia deep mansion.

"Miss, Miss, you have passed the exam. You are the first in the big exam!" The maid trotted into the door, her face flushed with excitement.

Ning Xiaohui, a member of the main meridian, was making talismans without raising her head.

She used the tip of her index finger to gently slide on the talisman paper. Wherever her fingertips passed, an ice mark spread and twisted, and finally formed an ice frost talisman.

Ning Xiaohui looked at the Frost Talisman and a hint of complacent smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She looked down at her hands and snorted coldly: "I have a pair of ice-fat jade hands, and the talisman subject must be super high. What's so strange about winning the first place?"

"Without exception, all of my classmates, are mediocre and incompetent people. What should I do to compete with me?"

Ning Xiaohui's eyes kept flowing on her hands.

Her face is above the top, but her hands are so beautiful, as if it is carved from snow-white jade. Her fingers are slender and slender, with neatly trimmed nails and full, like pearls reflected on the water waves.

The texture on the back of the hand is delicate and clear, exuding softness and elegance.

In the sun, the delicate blood vessels on the wrists are slightly blue, like jade-like thin lines.

She flipped her palms, her palms facing upwards.

Pinch a finger at will, and each of the ten fingers bends, and your hands are like ice flowers blooming. Under the reflection of the sun, the outer contour of the palms is faintly transparent, delicate and charming, and pure and clean.

The maid on the side subconsciously held her breath and murmured: "It's so beautiful."
Chapter completed!