"Yes, such a competition is fair. Even if the judges favor anyone, if the contestants ask questions themselves now, there is no way to cheat." The martial arts people in the audience nodded in favor of this approach.

Soon the players drew a lottery and everyone took turns asking questions to the next player. The players of this class are indeed very powerful. Even though the players asked themselves, they could still answer the questions correctly.

However, Mo Zhitao is more powerful. The three answers he answered, plus the number of pages where the answers were located, which made other players very helpless. If you want to be cute on the tenth, just sell it. There is no need to hit us.

"Dear judges, they all answered correctly. I think their first round of competition results are almost the same. Why don't you give them all one point?" He Dan turned his head and asked the other judges.

"Yes, yes, it's good, give them a point." Gadafu hurriedly agreed.

Pulaxin shook her head and said, "I think the score is better than No. 10. He can answer the number of pages, which means he has a very good grasp of traditional Chinese medicine. Not only can he remember the content, but he can also record the number of pages, which is convenient for searching.

"Praxin, you are not saying this. We practice medicine based on content, not page count. Do you think that you can practice medicine based on the number of pages in medical books?" He Dan sneered.

"This." Pula was speechless. He felt that Mo Zhitao's child had a very good foundation. It was very rare for a person to memorize medical books so carefully. This was considered to be a rare genius for so many years.

However, He Dan’s statement also makes sense. Mo Zhitao remembers the number of pages very well, which is not very effective in treating a doctor, but is just convenient for searching, etc.

Gadafu blinked at Pulaxin in a low voice and said, "Praxin, your Harasu performs well and has the chance to win this generation of medical kings."

"Whether Harasu can win the King of Medicine depends on his ability." Pulaxin said disapprovingly. He has always respected fairness and will not seek improper benefits for his Tibetan disciples.

"That's it. Now we announce the first round of the game. Each player's score is not different, and they all add each other..." He Tan said with a smile.

Suddenly, Mo Zhitao shouted: "Wait, I think my mastery of traditional Chinese medicine is a little better than theirs."

"No. 10, don't make any unreasonable things. The content you memorize is almost the same. You just remember one more page count. What's the use of that?" He Dan teased.

Originally, Mo Zhitao didn't want to talk to these people, and everyone would add one more point. But when he saw Pulaxin protecting him so much, Mu Ming thought about letting the Yin-Yang Gate come out. Alas, let's be more high-profile.

"Can I memorize the content of the answer? I wonder if my knowledge of the content is a little better than theirs?" Mo Zhitao asked.

"What, let memorize the answer?" He Dan shouted in surprise.

"No. 10, if you can do this, I think your grades should be higher." Pula said in his heart

He Dan said disbelief: "I'll ask a question now. You can tell the answer correctly once and memorize it again." He didn't believe that Mo Zhitao was that powerful. If Mo Zhitao's thinking could tell the answer from the front and the back at the same time, then he would be convinced by Mo Zhitao.

"Okay, you can test me." Mo Zhitao nodded.

He Dan took out a medical book, and he specifically picked a question. Mo Zhitao first explained the correct answer, and then recited the answer backwards.

"My God, this Yin-Yang Sect Master is so awesome. The answer he said is exactly the same. What those people said in the past is called "monsters" and that's called "monsters". Now this is called "monsters"." Someone shouted in the audience.

Gadafu shouted, "I'll ask one." He didn't believe it anymore. He asked a question with a medical book. Mo Zhitao still corrected the answer and memorized it. The other judges also tried it, but Mo Zhitao could still correct the answer and memorized it.

"No. 10, didn't you say the page count?" He Dan suddenly screamed, frightening Gadafu next to him.

"Haha, you said that the number of pages is useless, so I didn't say that the number of pages is. The number of pages in this answer is the page, and the number of pages in the previous answer is the page... The question you asked is on the previous page of the book." Mo Zhitao said slowly.

He Dan was speechless, damn, Mo Zhitao is simply not a human being. How could he remember so clearly? It seemed that his brain was just a computer, and what information needed was extracted from it.

Yu Meijing in the background clapped her palms excitedly, "Zhitao is great." Yu Meijing hadn't noticed Mo Zhitao was so powerful before, and she found that she liked him more and more.

"Of course, the boss is the most powerful." Cen Tianjie said proudly.

"This is only the first round of the game. There are four rounds behind it. The more you get to the back, the more critical it is. Zhitao must stabilize it." Mu Ming said calmly. Haha, Mo Zhitao gave him a too much face. He Dan's face was as green as a turtle, and he was so happy.

Pula said in his heart: "Dear judges, I suggest that the first round of the competition is the best No. 10, so give him a point, how about it?"

The six national players at the level of the saints had no objection. Although they had a good relationship with He Dan and Gadafu, in principle, there were more than 10,000 viewers watching the audience. If they were obviously unfair, their reputation would be damaged in the future, and a certain department would come to investigate them.

"Okay," He Dan saw that the other judges did not speak out, and he did not raise any objections. Old Li stared at him fiercely. If he was very unfair, Old Li might impeach him.

"Now I announce that the first round of the game will be won by the No. 10 player, and he will add one point." He Dan said. "The morning game ends here, and we will continue in the afternoon."

"Let's go, go eat something, take a break, and watch again in the afternoon." The martial arts figure below shouted excitedly. "It's not in vain this time, it's so exciting."

These martial arts people were talking about Mo Zhitao’s wonderful answers just now. They had never seen anyone who could memorize medical books in a slight way. It was simply super awesome.

"Master Mo, you are so awesome." When Zi Xu passed by Mo Zhitao's side, she said to Mo Zhitao.

"I'm just giving in. I just have a little advantage. I may not be so lucky in the following game. Please ask the Saint Aunt to show mercy." Mo Zhitao bowed to Zi Xu and smiled.

Mo Zhitao is still vigilant about this woman who is full of poison. If she secretly puts the Gu worm in her body, she will cry without tears. So, Mo Zhitao secretly uses internal strength to protect her. If the Gu worm flies into his body, his true energy will block the insect.

Seeing Mo Zhitao's careful appearance, Zi Xu couldn't help laughing, "Sect Master Mo, you are a sect master, aren't you afraid of me, a little woman, right?"

"Haha, Aunt Saint, don't harm me. I'm relatively timid, and you Miaomen have many poisonous insects. I'm afraid that I'll accidentally get it, and I don't know what to do." Mo Zhitao smiled. Bah, what little woman can become a Saint Saint, at least she's about forty years old.

Like Sister Fan Xingmin, who has practiced martial arts for so long is only level 5, and she is over 20 years old. Women with level 7 martial arts like Zi Xu are at least about forty years old. Unlike Yin and Yang Gate, where there are no tigers in the mountains, they call themselves a monkey like themselves the king.

"Master Mo, I won't show mercy. I hope your medical skills can defeat me." After Zi Xu said that, she walked towards the backstage.

Mo Zhitao was about to go back to the back, when Old Li walked over. "Master Mo, you have offended a lot of people now. Remember not to leave this open space these days. If something urgent happens, you can send a signal flare and we will come to deal with it."

Old Li initially thought that Mo Zhitao's medical skills were the worst, but he didn't expect that it surprised him. Mo Zhitao's memory was like a slight point. If he continued to compete like this, Mo Zhitao might win the championship and get the King of Medicine.

Therefore, Old Li didn't want to distract Mo Zhitao from other things. He heard from his subordinates that Lei Ming used his internal force to put pressure on Mo Zhitao in the morning, but seeing that Mo Zhitao had nothing to do, he secretly doubted how far Mo Zhitao's martial arts reached? Could it be that his martial arts skills are also level seven, and he can withstand the pressure from level seven mid-stage Lei Ming?

"Thank you, senior, you will remember Zhitao's kindness to Zhitao. If you have any needs in the future, you can tell me that I can help you." Mo Zhitao said gratefully with his fists.

"Hahaha, I'll call you Zhitao, call me Lao Li, don't want seniors or something, it sounds so ugly." Lao Li waved his hand and said.

Old Li is also a proud and arrogant person. If he hadn't seen Mo Zhitao's strength be very strong, he wouldn't have gotten close to Mo Zhitao.

Although this was only the first round of the game, Mo Zhitao's calmness has been difficult for others to figure out. Mo Zhitao has grudges with the Miaomen and the Qingcheng Sect, but Mo Zhitao is not afraid at all. Even before the game, he dares to confront the other party, and he can't fight with the other party at a big deal.

If Mo Zhitao is not an idiot, then he has strong abilities and is not afraid of these sects. Is Mo Zhitao an idiot? That is definitely not. With Mo Zhitao's performance just now, he is a genius.

Especially Mo Zhitao's calmness when encountering things, he lets it be strong, and the breeze blows on the hills, and the moonlight shines on the river, which makes Lao Li a little impressed.

Therefore, Old Li thought about making friends with Mo Zhitao, and there should be nothing bad about it.

Mo Zhitao hurriedly said, "Senior, why do I call you directly like that? Or, I call you Uncle Li, is this okay?"

"Okay, just call me like this, go back and rest, and be good in the afternoon, I'll be optimistic about you." Old Li patted Mo Zhitao's shoulder gently. Mo Zhitao was only a year old and had such achievements. If in another ten or twenty years, who in the medical world could compete with Mo Zhitao?
Chapter completed!