"Ah? Is that?" Hort scratched his head embarrassedly.

"This is the Giant Hill, which contains the power of the Titan bloodline. A strong person like you, of course, fits here. However, it is absolutely impossible for a magician to be a magician. Everyone knows the giant's dislike of a magician." Haennas said.

Su Ye suspected that the fruit on his magic tree was the plane seed.

But I am not a warrior.

"If it is a fire plane, with my talent, I should have a great chance to attract the heart of the plane." Su Ye was filled with regret.

While chatting, everyone listened to Haennas telling about interesting things.

Some of the contents, Rick and Palos listened with relish, while Su Ye and others were confused.

Because the contents of Haennas often involve advanced knowledge such as hematology and plane studies, which are all textbook contents for senior grades, Su Ye only knows a little about these.

Before we knew it, it was almost noon.

Su Ye was listening carefully, and suddenly sniffed gently.

A strange woody fragrance circles through the nasal cavity and becomes strong at an extremely fast speed.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look at the Talent Fruit.

All the talent fruits expand in a circle at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the earthy yellow light on the surface is brighter.

Slowly, a shallow halo is placed around each fruit, light and dark, full of wonderful attraction.

“Maturity!”

"It smells so good..."

Everyone was talking.

It seemed as if the sun was rising in everyone's eyes, and the eyes were so fierce that they could ignite the giant tree.

Haennas looked at the masked Persian princess in the distance, and the Persian princess nodded slightly.

"Two guys wait."

Haennas finished speaking in a low voice, quickly walking to the talent fruit, his men formed a circle facing the periphery, blocking everyone from approaching.

Haennas put his magic beard under his nose and coughed lightly, and the sound spread throughout the audience.

"Hello, everyone, I am Haennas of the Agala family. Everyone knows the rumors about the talent fruit. In order to avoid accidents, I will repeat them. Among these ten talent fruits, according to the old rules, two belong to our Agala family. However, one of them has been given to His Highness Palos. As for the distribution rights of the other eight, it was not decided by me, but by the noble Persian princess, who was ranked according to the scores, and the consent of students from various colleges has been obtained."

Some people yelled in a low voice.

"We didn't agree."

"It's not the final word for you!"

"It's so unfair, this is not your home..."

Haennas still smiled and said, "If anyone disagrees, challenge the Second Magic Academy first, and then challenge the other two academies. As long as you can defeat the three academies, the rules will be set by you, and you can even take all the talent fruits. If not, then shut up. This is not only the plane of divine power, but also the black iron trial. The meaning of the trial is that you can do whatever you want. Of course, we hope to resolve all disputes in a friendly way."

Those who shouted shut up.

"Now, we have to select eight people with the highest scores. In order to avoid confusion, students with the scores of more than 100 are asked to come to me, and then we will rank them."

Some people came out of various teams one after another.

Seven Persians, four aristocratic colleges, two Plato colleges, two non-academic students, but also have magic marks.

Then, Su Ye, Rick, Hort and Luo Long also came out.

There are nineteen people in total.

Their appearance attracted many low voices, and people from their respective camps could call their own names.

There is only one person who comes from the tester, and no one knows him.

Su Ye, four noble students, met two, namely Eugene and Gerner of the Beifeng family. The two students from Plato Academy are both fifth-grade students, one noble and the other commoner, but they just said hello and were not familiar with it.

One of the two foreign trialists, one of whom entered from Plato Academy, was a well-known swordsman in Athens.

The last one was an extremely tall and strong young man, with long gray and golden hair spreading over his shoulders. The man's appearance was more angular than the Greeks, his nose bridge was like a small hill, and his light blue eyes were a little lazy.

Unlike most Greeks, the man's animal skin clothes were worn and dirty, covered with greasy dust, and his hair was stuck together one by one, which was a typical Nordic style.

He carried the sword on his shoulders. Unlike everyone's swords, his scabbard was actually a dense layer of branches. The branches were as delicate as woven, but when you looked closely, it seemed to grow naturally.

Su Ye instinctively felt that the sword was extraordinary.

The man smiled indifferently and nodded to Su Ye.

Su Ye also smiled slightly, showing a praising expression.

Su Ye, Hort, Reke and Luo Long looked at each other and took off the cloth belt wrapped in the left hand.

The "617" in Su Ye's hand seemed to ignite the flames of a volcano, causing a sound of exclamation and doubt.

However, the reactions of senior students at Plato Academy were completely different.

"Hot is invincible!" A senior student screamed loudly, even shouting.

The people who knew Hort also shouted.

Hort blushed, scratched his head and laughed.

People from other schools didn't understand why Hort's score was not the highest, but people from Plato Academy were so excited.

"No one can get more than 600 points. I think Su Ye is making a falsification!" a nobleman shouted.

Su Ye glanced over and the man hurriedly retreated back to the crowd.

A slag who was knocked out by Di Aotian.

Su Ye didn't bother to remember his name.

Haennas said long ago: "You may have questions about the numbers in their hands, but I can guarantee that the possibility of them having problems is very small, because the mark is a magic, and at least the level of legend can be changed. What's more, after returning, the schools will send people to check. If you dare to make a fake, I'm sorry, what will wait for them will be the most severe punishment. Let's sort it."

During the ranking process, Su Ye heard the name of the man carrying the sword.

Sigrud.

Su Ye's eyes moved, he looked at the branch scabbard in his hand, and guessed the name of the sword.

Soon, the top eight appeared.

A scene that makes all the noble colleges feel shame.

Plato Academy occupied half of the quota with an absolute advantage of four people, and Su Ye and three deskmates were there.

The Magic Academy occupies two quotas, Sigrud takes one quotas, and Eugene takes one quotas.

Seeing the final ranking, the students from the Noble Academy and the Second Magic Academy looked ashen.

The Persians were completely defeated.

However, the students of the Noble Academy are even more bored.

Compared with being compared by the Persians, they care more about being compared by the people from Plato Academy.

Four to one, the gap is too big.

The students of Plato Academy couldn't help but cheer and shouted the names of Su Ye, Hort, Rek and Rolong.

Haennas said: "Questioning the numbers in their hands is questioning the masters, so these eight people will pick the fruits of talent in order. Of course, according to convention, our Agala family will pick the first two. Since one of them belongs to His Highness Palos, please pick them first."

Haennas smiled, bent down slightly, and looked at Palos with great respect.

Palos shook his head and looked at Su Ye.

Haennas immediately understood what Palos meant, endured his envy, and smiled: "His Highness Palos is such a respectable soldier. She actually gave her first choice to her classmate Su Ye. Then, please ask Your Excellency Su Ye to pick the first fruit."

Su Ye shook his head and looked at Palos with questions in his eyes.

Palos suddenly straightened his body and stared at Su Ye seriously, showing a faint ferocity on his face, as if he would be angry if you didn't pick it up.

Su Ye smiled, nodded, and said, "Then I will pick the first one."

Palos then stretched his brows and gently tapped his chin.

"Please." Haennas bent down very politely and made a gesture of asking.

Some nobles cursed Haennas in their hearts, who were really bored. After all, they were from the hero family. Just because Su Ye got to Palos, he was so humiliating, which was simply an insult to the glory of the nobles.

"Thanks."

Su Ye thanked Haennas and walked to the talent fruit.

Haennas had reminded him before, so Su Ye did not hesitate to pick the biggest one and reached out to hold it.

Bang...

With a crisp sound, the talent fruit will fall off automatically.

The branch slowly rose like a living creature and finally merged into the canopy.

Haennas reminded: "There is another rule, that is, you must finish the talent fruit here, and the remaining fruit cores must be left behind. Of course, His Royal Highness of the Persian Princess will compensate each person with a complete 'magic ring'."

The crowd immediately burst into amazement.

Su Ye turned his head and glanced at the Persian princess, who also looked at Su Ye quietly.
To be continued...