Hearing Di Wen say this, Bu Hongxue also cast her eyes, and the profundity of that moment made her feel that the young man in front of her had no immature aura at all.

"He is my cousin, and he used to be the untouchable sun of the entire North County!"

It may be that the great changes of this year have made him no longer arrogant, but has grown a lot.

Bu Hongxue felt sorry for Bu Zuozhi, when he was kicked out of the continent and returned to Beijun, he still had the power of the sixth-order bloodline, but he didn't expect that after cultivating for a year, it would be reduced to the power of the fourth-order bloodline, which was really providential.

"The untouchable sun..."

Di Wen muttered, his eyes narrowed slightly, this young man didn't seem to be simple...

"He reached the power of the fifth-order bloodline at the age of ten and awakened the inscription talent, and at that time, I and those cousins and cousins had just awakened the bloodline!"

"At that time, he was already the brightest starlight in North County!"

Di Wen listened to Bu Hongxue's eloquent words, and he also had a sense of envy, isn't this the legendary pride of the sky.

"And at the age of fifteen, he has already reached the Tongxuan Realm, and looking at the entire North County, including my grandfather, there are only three powerhouses in the Tongxuan Realm. ”

"I realized that he was already an untouchable existence!"

Bu Hongxue was a little emotional, and also very envious, "The Jingde Mansion of Dazhou actually directly accepted him as a disciple!"

"You know, there will only be one place in each county every two years to enter the continent, and this place will be determined by the graduation assessment one year later!"

"I've been working hard for 18 years, just for that spot!"

Bu Hongxue's resolute eyes continued to shine, "After he arrived on the continent, it only took half a year to reach the middle stage of the Tongxuan Realm, which can be said to be a dragon when he encounters a storm..."

"But I don't know what the reason is, half a year later, he was kicked out of the continent, and his cultivation was reduced to a sixth-order bloodline..."

"Since then, the genius who has risen above has fallen..."

When the words fell, Di Wen also breathed a deep sigh of relief, looking at these young faces in the field, they were full of spirits, and they felt complacent looking at the results on the magic tablet.

As everyone knows, they are simply different from Bu Zuozhi, the difference between ants and elephants...

It's a pity...

"Inner Courtyard disciple, Bu Tianyi, the power of the ninth-order bloodline!"

"Inscription Rank: Fourth Rank - Green Tiger!"

The inspector shouted out the results, causing a sensation.

"Oh my God, Bu Tianyi's initial inscription level turned out to be a fourth-stage green tiger!"

There was an exclamation from below, at present, the inscription level of the four sections of the green tiger is the highest, and the inscriptions born by people with extremely high talents are only the first stage, a section of the green eagle, a second stage of the silver eagle, and a third stage of the golden eagle.

If you reach the middle and high sections of the back, you can't be described as talented, but blessed, obviously Bu Tianyi is the latter.

watched Bu Tianyi slowly walk off the stage, and went straight to Bu Zuozhi.

He put his palm on Bu Zuozhi's shoulder and said, "Little brother, don't be discouraged, there will be a big brother covering you in the future!"

Mockery, Chi Guoguo's ridicule, this sentence is what Bu Zuozhi said to Bu Tianyi two years ago, he was still so high-spirited at that time, but now it is completely reversed.

However, Bu Tianyi did not see the angry expression of Bu Zuozhi in his imagination, but his face was indifferent, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

also hurriedly snorted coldly and walked in the envious flow of people.

"Hmph, I really like to fall into the well!"

Di Wen was unfair, he also had some sympathy for this former genius boy, people's hearts are like this, when envy reaches a certain level, it is jealousy.

Now that I finally got the opportunity, how can I not put pressure on it.

It seems that falling into the well has become a matter of course, and hatred for what you can't get has become human nature.

"Like a person drinking water, he knows how cold and warm he is!"

Bu Hongxue glanced at Di Wen, and seemed to disagree with what he said, "You don't know how excessive Bu Zuozhi was back then, who of our brothers and sisters didn't grow up under his haze!"

"Hehe, yes..."

Di Wen scratched his head in embarrassment, it seems that the relationship between these brothers and sisters is not very ideal.

The crowd took the stage one after another, and then walked down, with joys and sorrows.

And there are only a few students left in the inner courtyard.

By the time they've finished testing, it's over.

"Bu Yu Niang, disciple of the inner court, the power of the eighth-order bloodline!"

"Inscription Grade: Third Rank - Golden Eagle!"

Bu Hongxue's cousin, with good strength, is already a leader among many disciples in the inner court.

"Ke Xinglei, disciple of the inner court, the power of the tenth-order bloodline!"

"Inscription Grade: Fourth Rank - Green Tiger!"

Looking at the information on the stone tablet, a smile also appeared on the indifferent face of the middle-aged man on the side, and he said respectfully to the young man in front of him.

"Young Master Ke, I'm afraid that in half a year, you will be able to win the Tongxuan Realm, if you reach the Tongxuan Realm before graduation, you will be the second in the Beijun in a hundred years!"

And the first one is obviously Bu Zuozhi, who is unaware of everyone!

Ke Xinglei didn't smile when he heard such compliments, his face was still uncertain, and there was a faint murderous aura.

Silently turned around and walked out of the arena under the blazing gaze of everyone.

It's not that Ke Xinglei doesn't want to be happy, but he can't be happy, his father, younger brother, the cause of death is unknown, and he doesn't even have a clue about the murderer, how does this make him happy.

"Who is Ke Xinglei?"

"The strength has reached such a point!"

Di Wen looked at the back with murderous intent and asked, it seems that he has never appeared, there is still such a powerful person in this school.

It reminded Di Wen of a person, that is, the person who killed him, and their strength was similar.

"He's a close disciple of the dean, he's been in the academy since he was a child, and he's the son of the vice president!"

Makiko explained.

"Keke!"

"Yes, you know Keke?"

Muzi was a little stunned, the second son of the dignified flower family actually knew the vice president of the Little Trade Association?

"I don't know, I've heard of it!"

Devon was a little confused, can't this TM or that family be killed, or what's the matter?

Kill a father, slaughter a son, and now another son has emerged.

However, Di Wen also confirmed one thing, it was not Ke Xinglei who killed him, he did not have a lineup of two powerhouses in the Xuan Realm in a trade fair.

"Who the hell is that?"

Seeing that all the students had been monitored, Di Wen still hadn't found the person.

"What do you want?"

Bu Hongxue looked at Di Wen, who was stunned, and crutches him with his hand, reminding.

"It's Qingyi's turn!"

At the place where everyone's eyes converged, a girl in a purple dress was standing elegantly, her calm and immature face did not change a little because of everyone's gaze.

The cold and indifferent temperament is like the first bloom of the green lotus, and the purple inscription on the white skin fat adds a touch of demonic charm to her.

"Qingyi..."

After a year of not seeing each other, Qingyi seems to have grown a lot, and Di Wen is also a little relieved.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with Qingyi, but he is full of confidence.

Lotus moved, Qingyi walked to the magic tablet, stretched out his little hand, the purple sleeves inlaid with black gold silk slid down, and a snow-white Hao wrist leaked out, pressing on the magic tablet with his little hand.

(It's purely a tribute to the predecessors of the potato, and there is no plagiarism!)