A dead vortex.

Because it is impossible to describe what is in front of you? So, Tang Ling racked his brains to come up with a word.

When I came under the huge black lock and opened the fog, I saw such a thing.

It should have been like a vortex in the water, or even a rotating Milky Way, and should be full of vitality and power.

But it just stopped, as if it had been so stiff for tens of millions of years.

Apart from the dead vortex, Tang Ling really couldn't think of any more suitable description.

"Is it important to me? Is it the truth I want to pursue?" Tang Ling quietly looked at the strange thing in front of her and thought instinctively.

Then he looked up again, and the huge black lock hanging from the top of it.

Tang Ling felt that if this black lock was broken, perhaps the vortex in front of him would be able to survive.

But there is no way.

This black lock looks so hard and unshakable.

To break it, you even need to break all the black chains you saw before.

Tang Ling didn't know why he had such an idea, but this idea was more like instinct.

"Okay, I will break it in the future." Tang Lingru said to himself, not trying to do impossible things, such as touching this black lock now, he chose to continue moving forward.

This vortex may be the truth I want to pursue, but this is not all.

Only by moving forward can we reveal everything.

Then, in the quiet fog, Tang Ling continued to walk alone.

Then he saw the second black lock, which was still the same as before, a dead vortex.

Go forward again.

The third black lock appears.

There is still the vortex under the black lock, without any change.

After walking here, Tang Ling felt tired.

In fact, every step forward in the fog feels like operating the precise instinct, and it takes a lot of effort.

If it weren't for the strong desire in my heart, Tang Ling felt that he could not even support seeing the second black lock.

However, the fog still has no end, and the black chains cannot be seen.

Then give up? Tang Ling had no answer. He was floating in the spot, and he had reached his limit and no longer had the power to move forward.

**

Feilong tightened his eyebrows.

Yangkong was a little confused, but his overall expression was quite calm.

Auston yawned bored.

Yu has already wandered around the world, and I don’t know what he is thinking. Anyway, he no longer pays attention to Tang Ling’s results based on his appearance.

The other candidates were just waiting for the rules. Only the little Andy looked at Tang Ling, who was still closed in the calculator from time to time. His expression occasionally showed a hint of concern, and occasionally showed sympathy or expectation.

"Flying Dragon Head..." Auston shouted carelessly.

He turned his head to look at Auston and said coldly: "Don't be unruly, call the leader."

"Okay, Chief Feilong. Otherwise, let's wake this kid up. It's been half an hour. What else can there be changes?" Auston muttered.

"This is not in line with the rules." Feilong rejected Auston without any tactfulness.

He was in a bad mood, and he didn't expect Tang Ling's test to be like this.

The "visual picture" is released in three seconds.

One second to ‘enter the meditation’.

However, it took five minutes to light the first light.

The second lamp took eight minutes.

The third lamp took thirteen minutes.

Then, like now, continue to enter into a state of meditation, and perhaps the fourth light will light up in more than twenty minutes?

Even Feilong himself found this idea funny.

It is impossible. No one can enter a meditation for more than forty minutes at a time, and even those who become the Purple Moon Warrior cannot afford it.

The main reason is that the brain cannot bear this kind of visualization of extreme concentration of spirit.

Furthermore, according to the rules, the more outstanding the talent, the more obvious it will be, and it will not take that long.

Tang Ling's situation is so weird.

According to the general explanation, this kind of talent that is qualified but has been used for a long time is a manifestation of poor mental power, so it has poor response to oneself.

Otherwise, the talent is extremely poor, the form of expression is hazy and vague, and then no matter how powerful the mental power is, it will take a lot of time to explore.

In short, it seems that no explanation can explain Tang Ling, although Feilong tends to be the second one.

But, is Samsung's talent bad?

It is definitely not outstanding. It is at the bottom of the First Preparatory Camp. Looking at the entire No. 17 safety zone, it is also the pride of heaven who can enter the First Preparatory Camp.

Contradiction, extreme contradiction.

Moreover, what the hell is Tang Ling’s mental power? If we explain it according to the first type, what is his previous three-second surprise? Illusion?!

"There is a situation, this is the case." Yangkong was not idle at this time, but was looking up a lot of information.

After reaching a roughly reasonable explanation, he called Feilong and explained to Feilong in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.

"How is it?" In fact, appreciation for a person is sometimes not based on ability, or a certain shining point, or a certain temperament...

Even though Feilong was a little disappointed, it had nothing to do with his appreciation for Tang Ling. He just hoped that Tang Ling's performance would be as strong as the first assessment.

So, he asked a little anxiously.

"You know, the so-called gene chain talent refers to a person's potential limit. However, these limits need to be broken one by one, and every time they reach a limit, a node..." Yangkong said slowly.

Feilong interrupted a little impatiently: "Tell me the point."

As the leader of the Purple Moon Warrior, how can he not understand these basic knowledge?

He glanced at Feilong with a blank look: "You can't talk to me, are you a little patient?"

The flying dragon was speechless.

Seeing Feilong being defeated, Yangkong continued to say: "I mean that the three-star talent is naturally true. But the growth is poor, so the qualities shown by each level of talent are unclear, so this kind of performance will occur."

"This is the most reasonable explanation." After saying that, Yangkong pushed his glasses again.

He is a serious and rational seeker and scientific researcher, and he needs a logical and verifiable answer.

Therefore, after reading a large amount of precious information and obtaining no less than five examples, he made a judgment on Feilong.

Even so, the slight confusion on Yang Kong's face has not disappeared.

On the transparent door, the light belonging to Tang Ling is still on.

Silver white, an extremely dazzling silver white, but there is no other mixed color mixed in it, and even the expected ones representing mental talent.

If so, there is only anything special.

It is this silver white that is very eye-catching, pure and pure.

It seems that they have exceeded the silver-white category, like shiny platinum.

But so what? According to the rules of reasonable scope, as long as the color does not change, nothing can represent it.

Silver white is silver white, the most common form of talent.

Silver white, black iron black, red and golden... I repeated the gene chain chromatography again in my mind.

Not in line! Or within the lowest level of silver and white.
Chapter completed!