Time flies, and more than a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

Di Wen's strength has also steadily reached the power of the eighth-order bloodline, and his use of the inscription talent is already perfect.

But for the exercises, it stopped there, Di Wen couldn't practice the exercises at all because of words and other aspects, and he didn't ask Bu Hongxue for the sake of face.

But Di Wen has discovered the effect of his inscription talent - copying exercises!

That's right, everything you see in your eyes can be copied, provided that you consume a certain amount of bloodline power to maintain it.

Di Wen crushed the beast head in his hand and put the flesh into the storage bag, this is a seventh-order beast, his meat is two orders higher than the meat in the North County Mansion, it is best to bring it back to Bu Hongxue and Qingyi to eat.

As for the higher-level Demonic Beast Di Wen, he hadn't tried to kill it yet, because the Seventh-Order Demonic Beast in front of him had already reached Di Wen's limit.

The strength exerted by the demonic beast itself is far higher than the power provided by its own bloodline level, and such a seventh-order bloodline demonic beast is already almost the same as the powerhouse of the Shura clan's Tongxuan Realm.

Di Wen withdrew from Wushan, and the prohibition between Wushan and the academy was broken down into a small opening, and he came directly to the backyard of the Beijun Academy.

Urging the hidden inscription, he returned to Bu Hongxue.

"Little lady, brother is back!"

Di Wen jumped in from the window and saw Bu Hongxue who was pulling his clothes.

"Why do you come back every time I'm undressing?"

Bu Hongxue pulled up a layer of light veil, covered her chest, closed the window helplessly, and looked at Di Wendao.

"Hehe, you can also not wear it, you are all old husbands and wives!"

Di Wen teased, but his eyes didn't look at her much, after a year of getting along, the two did not have the previous shyness, and many things were no longer shy away.

"Die!"

Bu Hongxue scolded and stripped Di Wen's shabby clothes, revealing his sturdy upper body.

There are terrible claw marks on it, and bones are visible.

"Why did you hurt so badly this time?"

Bu Hongxue carefully wiped the medicine on Di Wen's body, and her movements were very skillful, which showed that this was by no means a rare occurrence.

Although Di Wen can recover his body with the help of the blood devouring record, he still has to consume a lot of blood power, and he still likes to recover his body in this way, with the service of a beauty.

"This time, I hunted a seventh-order demonic beast!"

Devon threw the storage bag onto the bed, looking indifferent.

"Seventh-Order Demonic Beast!"

Bu Hongxue was a little stunned when she heard this, it was comparable to the existence of a powerhouse in the Xuan Realm.

Di Wen in front of him said so plainly, it seemed to be similar to a fifth-order demonic beast.

But the difficulty is only clear to Di Wen, the seventh-order demonic beast and the fifth-order demonic beast are not at the same level at all, and this time it is the price of life.

Of course, this is also the purpose of Di Wen's choice to hunt him, only infinitely close to death can he have an epiphany of deeper power!

"Can you tell me your true strength?"

In the year they have been together, Bu Hongxue has never been clear about Di Wen's strength, he has refreshed the height in his mind again and again, and now he has hunted the seventh-order demonic beast.

Could it be that he is also a powerhouse of the Xuan Realm!

Such a young Tongxuan Realm is definitely second to none in the entire North County.

Bu Hongxue's eyes were a little shining, if this was the case, there was a strong man in the Xuan Realm by her side to help.

Di Wen smiled secretly: "Guess!"

"Humph!"

Bu Hongxue punched Di Wen hard in the back, and Di Wen grinned crookedly in pain.

"Tap!"

"The medicine is cleaned, get down to sleep!"

Bu Hongxue said angrily.

"Ruthless!" Di Wen lay on the carpet stupidly, "It's easy for me to catch meat for you every day!"

Looking at the delicate face on the edge of the bed, Divin's complaint was purposeless.

It seems that he is willing to bow his head and be willing to be a son of a cow.

Bu Hongxue sneered, although the man in front of him was extremely mysterious, his character was really speechless, and he belonged to the kind of likable.

"Okay, okay, I'll be able to see Qingyi's situation tomorrow, go to sleep!"

Di Wen's heart calmed down when he heard this, and the scars on his body were healing rapidly.

Tomorrow is the annual examination of the North County Academy, that is, to assess the strength of the students, this year's inner court disciples who do not reach the seventh-order bloodline cultivation will be demoted to the outer court disciples, and the outer court disciples who do not reach the third-order bloodline cultivation will be expelled.

And no one knew Qingyi's previous strength, and no one knew the strength of many inner court disciples.

And tomorrow, these will be announced one by one, and the gap between them can be seen clearly, and the disparity between friend and foe will be seen clearly.

The two of them entered the dream one after another, only the crescent moon moved in the sky, and the sky was white between the meteor firelight.

In the early morning, the huge North County School was empty.

They were all gathered in the square, and hundreds of eyes were staring eagerly at the test monument on the altar.

One after another, the figures touched the magic monument, and the audience was either amazed or regretful.

The immediate result is the result of a year of cultivation, some people are satisfied, and some people are unwilling.

The same cultivation resources, different results, depending on the person's talent!

Even if you are unwilling, what can you do, talent cannot be compensated for by hard work alone.

"Fourth-Order Bloodline Power!"

Looking at the five big characters on the test magic tablet stone, the young man's face was expressionless, but for an inner court disciple, these words were simply a shame.

The power of the fourth-order bloodline means that the inscription talent has not yet awakened, what is the difference between this and the disciples of the outer court.

It was simply a waste of the cultivation resources of the inner courtyard.

"Inner Court disciple, Bu Zuozhi, the power of the fourth-order bloodline!"

Next to the test magic monument, a middle-aged man announced the information on it in an indifferent tone.

As soon as the words fell, there was an immediate commotion of ridicule in the audience.

"Bu Zuozhi, he is the genius boy who reached the top of the Xuan Realm at the age of fifteen!"

"Hehe, that's just once, since he was kicked out of the continent, his strength is not as good as a disciple of the outer court!"

"If it weren't for the fact that his grandfather was the dean of the North County Academy, this kind of waste would have been kicked out of the North County Academy a long time ago!"

"It's a shame that in just one year, he has gone from being the best among people to being the best of the best..."

"It must have been his father and mother who did something that angered the Shura God and was angered!"

Disdainful mockery and sighs of regret fell on the ears of the young man who stood like a stake, perhaps numb to these mockery.

The young man's breathing was still very smooth, his face was calm, and he slowly walked down in full view.

The lonely figure quietly returned to the group, seemingly out of place in this world.

"Next..."

The shouting continued, and the brief interlude was muffled by layers of sound.

"Your brother?"

At this time, Di Wen was standing beside Bu Hongxue in a black robe, dressed as a guard, just like Muzi, disguised as a guard.

Di Wen inadvertently looked at Bu Zuozhi's eyes, and he felt a sense of arrogance, and then returned to calm.

"What a boy who is neither humble nor arrogant!"

In the face of the previous ridicule and the regression of his own strength, he had no inferiority complex and anger, and even had a faint sense of concealment!