She knew that in the tyrant's dictionary, the word "communication" did not exist at all.

Sure enough,

"I'm not beating him, I'm educating him, he doesn't know how to count, I'm sixteen."

Jiang Lou Yue →_→

Jiang Louyue wondered in her heart, what kind of parents with strange personalities could give birth to such an amazing son.

"Okay, okay, what my senior brother said is, you are sixteen." She can't compromise?

"Yes!" Serious face.

“……”

Jiang Louyue followed Di Jiuchen's side speechlessly, and walked towards the freshman assessment and testing hall marked on the admission ticket.

The test hall is a very large hall with a total of three floors and a flat shape.

On the first floor, enter with an admission ticket.

Because there are so many new students for reference, after entering, they are immediately grouped.

"Jiang Louyue, six groups."

"Emperor Jiuchen, ten groups."

The one who helped with the grouping was a senior senior, with a distant face, chubby, and a very good face.

"What, I'm in groups of six?" Di Jiuchen narrowed his dark eyes slightly, staring directly at the senior fat senior who was reporting in groups.

Fat Dun didn't realize the danger yet, smiled slightly, and said, "No, this junior, you heard it wrong, your grouping is the tenth ......"

In the next moment, the smile on Fat Dun's face stiffened, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Under the oppression of those deep black eyes that were even more terrifying than demons, the fat dun senior was under great pressure, he felt that his body was infinitely shrinking, and the demon junior's body was wirelessly enlarged, and he was oppressed and couldn't even breathe.

It's a kind of spiritual oppression.

At this moment, the fat senior didn't have the extra brain capacity to think about why this demon junior, who could mentally oppress himself who was already nine times in the body casting stage, he was covered in cold sweat, his throat was dry and hoarse, and his voice didn't look like his own: "Six groups, six groups...... Junior brother, your grouping is sixth. ”

"Well, that's good."

A man's dark eyes narrowed pleasantly, and a deep hidden pleasure crossed the depths.

Everyone: "Who is that man?" ”

"It's so arrogant, even seniors dare to threaten."

"It's really unpleasant to look at him."

"That's it, I don't know which family's son, so uneducated."

"Certainly not from a particularly noble birth."

"That's inevitable, my son has a wide range of social interactions, and I've never seen this person."

……

Di Jiuchen didn't care about everyone's discussion at all, he dragged Jiang Louyue with him, and walked towards the compartment of the sixth group.

There are three tests in the new student assessment.

The first layer is force measurement. This is a hard test of force. The absolute standard of the threefold casting period is the strength of five thousand catties in one punch.

The second layer is to measure the talent attributes. This is the main test that distinguishes genius from mediocrity. The talent and spiritual root attributes are all very important for class classification.

The third layer is to test the soul. This is the highest level of testing, because in the Great Qian Dynasty, only when you reach the innate realm can you cultivate the divine soul. Of course, cultivation is one thing, and testing the potential strength of the soul is another.

The first layer of force measurement is panning.

Within the area of the sixth group, there were about 3,000 paces. Jiang Louyue and Di Jiuchen stood a little ahead of the middle.

If you look a little sideways, you can see how it was tested.

There is an invigilator, and next to the invigilator is a transparent bluestone that is two meters high, which is called "dynamometer".

The limit bearing force of this dynamometer is 20,000 catties. That is, the fivefold power requirement of the casting period.

On the dynamometer, there are twenty line grids, and one line grid represents the strength of one thousand catties.

The subject punched it, and the dark cyan line lit up with a lot of power. It is a very intuitive reflection of the level of achievement.

A delicately dressed girl stepped forward, raised her small fist, and smashed it with all her might, and the dark blue line of the dynamometer brightened a little more than three squares.

"Three thousand six hundred pounds, unqualified." There was no trace of emotion in the invigilator's voice.

The delicate girl's mouth flattened, and she immediately burst into tears of sadness.

It's a pity that this is not the Duke's Palace, nor is it the Prince's Palace, no one will treat her as a little princess, and everyone's eyes are indifferent.

Killing Cang Academy is a place where strength speaks. Competition, never need sympathy.

Then there was a short and stocky boy with very thick arms, and with a loud roar, he slammed into the dynamometer.

"Five thousand seven hundred and twenty pounds, qualified."

The invigilator picked up the pen and sketched the file in his hand, and then said, "You go to the second floor to wait for the exam." ”

The stocky boy bowed to the invigilator with his mouth closed with joy, and then ran towards the staircase on the second floor without his head down.

Everyone looked at this short and fat boy with envy.

The invigilator raised his head, coldly swept over the faces of the rookie candidates, and said, "Until the third stage of the casting stage, you also know it in your own hearts." If the casting period is one and two, quit automatically, don't waste my time, and don't waste other freshman time waiting for the exam. ”

At least half of the candidates had a look of weakness on their faces, one after another, about one-third of them were listed, and some of them, in the spirit of not seeing the coffin and not shedding tears, were still gritting their teeth and holding on.

The invigilator glanced at his lips and said nothing more.

The exam continued, and since the third had left the ranks, the line had moved noticeably faster.

Before Jiang Louyue, there was a tall and sturdy young man, with a square face and a handsome face, he was extremely heroic at a young age, and when he bombarded it with one punch, the dark cyan line of the dynamometer was actually brightened by more than seven squares.

Even the invigilator couldn't help but raise his head, glanced at the heroic young man, and then said, "Seven thousand eight hundred catties, not bad." ”

This is the best score in the exam for half an hour, and the invigilator gave a "good" comment.

"Hey, who's that?"

"You don't even know this, it's the little young master of Prince Jiang's family, I heard that he was born with divine power!"

"Prince Jiang's favorite grandson, Jiang Shiqing."

"I heard that the strength of his whole body is because since he was two years old, he has been taking precious pills to strengthen his body and bones all day long, and Prince Jiang has spent thousands of dollars on this grandson, and he even frowned."

Hearing these discussions, especially about the three words "Prince Jiang", Jiang Louyue couldn't help but care a little.

Prince Jiang, Marquis Wu Wenhou's father, her grandfather.

Marquis Wu Wen is the third son of Prince Jiang, and he is also the most unproductive son, both in terms of title and wealth, he is the worst of the three brothers.

Prince Jiang doesn't like Wu Wenhou, so he never cares about Wu Wenhou's heirs, and the most important thing is that among Wu Wenhou's children, all talents are also mediocre