Xi Huanyan became more and more curious about Qu Fujiao’s methods. What principle did it use to achieve it? Is the divine thoughts so unpredictable?

Chang Liao looked up at the battle circle and looked at his book, gritted his teeth and stabbed his second knife into his thighs. The warm blood flowed down his thighs. The hot spot seemed to stretch out thin lines, transmitting the temperature to his heart. The trance that had been ignored dissipated a little, as if he had grabbed the edge of reality from the illusion.

But the battle is right in front of him, and he cannot return to his full state.

He yelled and ran hard, running faster and faster. The moment he rushed into the battle circle, the source technique inspired him, and the complete black wolf phantom overlapped with his body, and his sharp teeth were ready to pierce the opponent's throat and chew his head!

I wanted to win the book, but also to win easily and crush. He opened his hand and the cold air flow spun out from him, turning into wind, rain, condensed snow, and freezing!

Original talent, cold wave!

The disastrous weather force caused the surrounding temperature to drop suddenly, and the wind, rain, snow and ice swept towards Changliao like waves under the strong airflow.

Strong wind, rain and snow blocked his body, ice blocked his wounds and frozen his thighs. He was like a lonely wolf with a lame leg and struggling forward in the white blizzard, his angry eyes were covered by the chaotic frost.

Zishu showed no mercy at all, grabbed the ice-turned sword, and fought Changliao out of the battle circle in one go.

The last phantom of Chang Liao's body also dissipated and he fell weakly to the ground, his body, face, and eyebrows were covered with frost.

The cheers exploded, dispelling the coldness.

Third place, send a book!

Sending books has won many people and received a lot of cheers, but never once, like today, he has a passion for thriving in the sky. He looked up at Dongjun sitting on the branch, and raised the corners of his mouth.

Xi Huanyan bent her arms and knocked her heart to express her congratulations.

Cao Li, a student at the top of the advanced level, stood up and smiled, "We students standing on the mountain. Since the article can turn the world, Wu can drive the day to the moon. In the past ten days, your performance comforts me very much. I and all the gentlemen, promise you that when you graduate, you will see a more mature and stronger self!"

He stared at the eager faces, suppressed the commotion, and said, "At this moment, I think you have the goal to surpass and take out the results of the admission assessment!"

More than a dozen hospital guards pushed a square bulletin board into the square. The sharp-eyed person had already seen the results of the cultural assessment, martial arts competition, and spiritual scholars' competition!

"I announce!" The powerful voice of Cao Keng from Zhuoyan's school once again attracted everyone's attention. "The top three students in the cultural assessment, Qu Fujiao, Xi Huanyan, Wusheng's top three students Tan He, Yu Peng, Tuobei, Lingjue's top three students Dongshe, Qu Fujiao, and Shushu will be added with corresponding credits. At the same time, all courses in the academy will be open to you for free!"

"It is important to know that this time, the combat assessment is divided into martial arts competitions and spiritual enlightenment competitions. Let you compete with the same type of people out of the need to observe your comprehensive strength. After learning, you will have an understanding of each other's fighting style. What you are waiting for is the same arena, and cherish every opportunity to learn. It may become a bargaining chip for you to win in the future and even rely on for survival!"

After finishing his speech at Zhuoyan, he announced that he would take a day off and all the students would disband on the spot.

However, the students gathered in front of the bulletin board and did not disperse for a long time.

The top three of the assessments were called to the second floor of Jinghong Building - the Deacon Hall to receive credits.

When Xi Huanyan reached the second floor, the few people who received the credits were more or less surprised. They found that they had been overlooking a question, what is Dongjun's name?

This Dongjun handed the deacon behind the case to the school emblem, "Xi Huanyan."

The third place in the literary exam?!

There is a gap between basic culture and medium culture, which is the gap between the system of simultaneous equations to the limit ideas, local history to imperial history, Cihai Fulin to ancient and modern collections. It can't be finished in twenty years. How old is she? She can get the third place in the middle culture assessment?

Xi Huanyan was not very proud. Apart from being able to learn without a teacher in mathematics and studying things, she relied on rote memorization of subjects such as nature, classics, history, and law. After dealing with this assessment, she will study it again.

Speaking of the school emblem handed out, the front of the school emblem is the symbolic knowledge tree of the academy, and there is a layer of crystal on the back, which is similar to the Qianbaoling who transfers money and pays money. The deacon can store the students' identity information and credits through a burner.

This time, the top three assessments are added to three points, two points, and one point. Credits can be used when upgrading to the dormitory, entering the Bing Pavilion, and the Dharma Building. They are an important resource medium in the academy.

She added one credit, and sent a book to get one first and one third, and got four points.

"Go back to the palace." Xi Huanyan was thinking about the comfortable bed and the food in the dormitory, and she didn't want to stay for a moment.

"Tinghua is waiting outside." Zishu said, "When the formal class begins, Dongjun, you really should learn the source power well. You see, your Dongshiqian used to transmit is gone."

"Stop, don't talk to me about studying during rest, it's a headache."

Xi Huanyan stopped sitting in the wheelchair and let go of her mood to find the carriage. Zishu had no choice but to push the wheelchair to chase him, "You are in poor health, slow down!"

Tan He stretched his neck to see their backs disappearing on the stairs, hurriedly took the school emblem handed back by the deacon, and rushed to the medical building.

There was a circle of Qingfeng soldiers around Changliao's single room, all of which were related to the current officials and generals.

"Guess who Xi Huanyan is?" Qingfeng Group only recruits those with outstanding talents, which refers to Lingjue and martial artists. Tan He is a master among martial artists.

However, the existence of Lingjue, regardless of its strength, seems to be "noble" than ordinary humans, so even in front of Chaolin, Wang Zhong and other Lingjue people who are weaker than him, he will not be able to get hard. After a long time, he will become a supporting role responsible for funny jokes.

Wang Zhong is not troubled, "Brother Chang Liao is still lying inside. Who has time to guess boring questions? Do you like to talk or not?"

"Dongjun." Tan He seemed to have revealed a secret and whispered, "It's the newly sealed Dongjun!"

"Impossible, how many years have she attended? Is the third place in the secondary culture assessment?"

"Don't it be that the academy recruited a group of illiterate people, so people could find a bargain?"

"After all, it's Dongjun, there's always something amazing about it. You're so fussy."

The discussion outside did not escape Chang Liao's ears. His eyes twisted hard, and when the doctor looked up and talked to him, he changed his appearance of listening carefully.

"Your legs are not very bad. If you have a little colder, you may really be frozen." The doctor put down his pants and said, "It will take a few days to rest."

"Thank you, you walked slowly."

As soon as the door was closed, Chang Liao beat the bed, "Let's go and see!"
Chapter completed!