All People Vault: One-Click Upgrade Of My Skills

Chapter 155 She! She Turned Out To Be Tianlinggen!

"I heard it."

The dean at the side was so frightened that he was sweating coldly, and quickly pulled the girl who was still standing there.

Although this blue-clothed disciple is only in the realm of refining Qi, a single bullet can kill him.

Even the disciple in purple could be taken away by a bullet if he was caught off guard.

But behind them is Xuantianzong!

The mere Donghai No. 1 Middle School cannot afford to be offended.

The second place was also a girl. Seeing this, she hurriedly pressed her palm up, and looked at the top of her head with her eyes, but she couldn't see anything.

Wulinggen, poor aptitude.

The blue-clothed disciple looked indifferent, took a look, and said directly.

"Next."

A boy came up nervously and rubbed his hands vigorously.

The disciple in blue sneered at the corner of his mouth, watching the boy put his palm on it.

At the same moment, a line of words emerged.

Wulinggen, poor aptitude.

"Next."

Hearing this, the boy's eyes turned red immediately, and he walked down the stage in despair.

"Next."

"Next."

"Next.

The blue-clothed disciple was like a ruthless repetition machine. At first, everyone was a little uncomfortable, but later they became numb.

In the blink of an eye, there were five or six hundred people, all with five spiritual roots and four spiritual roots, not a single one with three spiritual roots!

"It seems that what Zhao Hao said is true? There are so many people."

Class One, Senior Three, Chen Xi's class, is also the last in order.

"Yeah, to be honest, I still had expectations in my heart at the beginning, but in the end so many people didn't have a chance, I became bearish. Maybe it's just a formality?"

"Me too."

"Chen Xi, I think I have no hope."

Cheng Yu sighed.

"What if there is?"

Chen Xi encouraged.

"EL..."

At this moment, exclamations came and went.

"Three spirit roots!"

"It turned out to be the Three Spirit Roots!"

"Oh my god, it's Class 18! Someone in Class 18 is actually a three-soul root!"

"I'm jealous…………"

"That boy is really lucky. From today on, he is not the same as us, right?"

Thousands of people discussed, with shock, envy, jealousy, anticipation and so on in their eyes.

The principal, the teaching director and others were even more excited.

finally!

Finally got one!

Even the purple-clothed disciple who had been keeping his eyes closed opened his eyes, looked at the line of writing above the boy's head, nodded slightly, and said, "That's right."

"Um."

The blue-clothed disciple nodded, looked into the boy's eyes with more kindness, and said, "You wait here for a while."

"Yes, thank you Xianchang! Thank you Xianchang!"

The boy is grateful.

He didn't even have any expectations, and planned to leave silently after putting his palm on it.

As a result, there was a huge commotion under the stage.

"You don't need to be called Xianchang," said the blue-clothed disciple with a rare smile on his face, "If you can pass the entrance test within three months, from now on, you and I will be called senior brothers."

"Yes! I will definitely work hard!"

The boy clenched his fist and bit Le Dao.

"Well, next."

The blue-clothed disciple continued the previous process.

"I really envy that boy? Will he be able to move into Xuantianzong tonight?"

"Yeah, I don't need to lock the door every night, and I don't feel uneasy anymore."

"Don't be too happy too early. Didn't you hear what the fairy said? You still have to pass the entrance examination. If you don't pass, you can move out when the time comes. Wouldn't it be more embarrassing?"

All of a sudden, there were voices of discussion about appearance.

Time passed bit by bit.

Soon, there were more than 1,000 people in the first grade, and the test was almost over.

So far, in the entire first year of high school, except for that boy, everyone else is a pseudo-spiritual root.

"Preparation for sophomore year."

The dean said something, and his face was a little ugly.

The three students with better aptitude in No. 2 Middle School are basically from the first grade. The older they are, the more limited their potential is, right?

"Next."

"Next.

"Next."

Just like Gao, students go up one by one, and then come down one by one.

When the third class was tested, there was another exclamation from the audience.

"Another three spirit roots!"

"It's from Class 20 and 20!"

"Two three spirit roots!"

"I'm so envious!"

The boy also knew what happened, his eyes were full of expectation, and from the corner of his eyes, he looked at the man in purple.

However, the latter did not open his eyes this time.

The blue-clothed disciple nodded and said, "That's right, why don't you wait here for a while?"

...asking for flowers...

"Yes, Immortal Elder."

The boy nodded hurriedly, walked to the side, looked at the boy in the first year of high school, and laughed.

In any case, they are entering the fairy gate, and they are taking two different paths from those teachers and classmates in the past.

"Next."

"Next."

The following process was so boring and tedious that many people began to feel drowsy.

There are thousands of people in the whole second year of high school, and only one Sanlinggen has emerged.

"Start preparing in the third year of high school."

The voice of the dean came from the loudspeaker.

The principal and the others looked at each other, and there were many ministers in their eyes.

From this point of view, No. 1 middle school can’t keep up with No. 2 middle school, right?

After all, not to mention three people from No. 2 Middle School, one of them is a genius with double spiritual roots.

..............0

"Next."

"Next."

"Next."

The entire third grade of high school has been carried out to the second class of the third year of high school, but there is still no one.

The head teachers of the third year of high school and the school leaders were completely desperate.

The students in Class 1, Grade 3, were also ashen-faced.

"Could it be that I am also a pseudo-spiritual root?"

Chen Xi put his hands in front of him, feeling nervous inside.

What if he is also a pseudo-spiritual root?

that family...

And big brother......

Who should look for it?

"Don't think too much," the head teacher's voice rang in everyone's ears, "There are very few people with good aptitude, you know?"

After the voice fell, everyone in the second class finished testing, but there was still no one.

The purple-clothed disciple opened his eyes at this time, let out a long breath and said, "This trip is a bit disappointing, isn't it?"

Even the two three spirit roots around him are actually like that.

After all, during the three-month assessment period, at least half of the people would not pass.

"Yes, Senior Brother Li."

The disciple in blue echoed, calling for the next one.

Soon, more than half the number of people.

"Next."

Ye Yun plucked up his courage and put his hand on it.

The next moment, the entire venue fell silent.

God! Heavenly Spirit Root!"

The disciple in blue exclaimed, his eyeballs almost fell out.

"What! Heavenly Spirit Root!"

The purple-clothed disciple suddenly stood up, looked up and wrote.