Above the test array, there is a crystal ball that glows faintly.

The old man urged the test formation.

Chen Moxu's face was not so relaxed all of a sudden.

A huge mental pressure poured down from the crystal ball, oppressing his spirit.

After about a cup of tea, Chen Moxu finally couldn't hold it anymore, his body was weak, and he squatted down.

He struggled to control himself so that he didn't land on one knee.

He is the crown prince of Xijiu, the future emperor, how can he be embarrassed in front of everyone?

"Spiritual power, third order, qualified." The old man's cold voice came, and there was no longer the previous surprise.

The admission requirements for Jiulan Academy are the strength of an eighth-order martial artist and the spiritual power of a third-order martial artist.

And Chen Moxu has only just reached the qualified level.

How high a person's spiritual power is and how broad his spiritual domain is, then how far he can go in his future cultivation path.

Xuanyuan Yu looked at this scene, the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were full of mockery, and he smiled lightly: "What a genius, it's just a mediocre talent." ”

He has never had any good feelings for this prince of the Xijiu Kingdom. Talking is also enough to have a poisonous tongue.

Remembering the previous situation when Chen Moxu harmed Luo'er in the Demon Cloud Forest and pushed her into the mouth of the Baizhang Giant Python, Xuanyuan Yu still gritted his teeth with hatred.

The next test was Qi Wang Chen Moxuan.

"His Royal Highness King Qi, Mu Yuan Eighth-Order Martial Artist, qualified."

"Spiritual power, fourth-order, relatively good."

The old man's voice was a little more gratifying.

Ling Luo was a little surprised, and said, "I can't imagine that Chen Moxuan, a traitorous guy, will have a farther cultivation path than Chen Moxuan in the future. ”

"It's not a good thing." Xuanyuan Yu sneered, "What is the fourth order, it is also a waste." ”

Ling Luo was a little puzzled and said, "The fourth order is all waste? What about me, how many levels of spiritual power can I reach? ”

Before Xuanyuan Yu could answer, the test of their team had already arrived.

"I'll do it first." Xuanyuan Yu stepped forward first.

He put his hand on the spirit stone, which had a very light green glow.

The old man in charge of the test frowned, looked at Xuanyuan Yu, and said, "Muyuan first-order martial artist? ”

"yes." Xuanyuan Yu nodded indifferently.

The old man in charge of the test frowned even more and said, "Unqualified." ”

The corners of Xuanyuan Yu's lips raised slightly, hooking up a dazzling arc, and said: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can be enrolled, I can't do anything for it, the people of the entire Yingyang City know that I once defeated him in one move." ”

"This ......" the old man in charge of the test looked embarrassed, and his old face twisted into a pimple, "This young man, we have our rules in Jiulan Academy. ”

Xuanyuan Yu ignored the old man, and instead walked straight to the center of the formation that tested his spiritual power.

"Let's get started, I'll make an exception for you."

He had an extremely confident smile on his face, and his peach blossom eyes were bent into crescent moons.

Every candidate who entered the school had to undergo two tests, and the old man was suspicious in his heart, but he still urged the formation.

The crystal ball glowed in bursts.

Xuanyuan Yu stood in the center of the array, with a calm smile on his face all the time, and there was no trace of hard work.

Time passed slowly, and the old man gradually increased his strength, until the time of a stick of incense, he urged the formation to the highest level of the ninth order!

But Xuanyuan Yu was still smiling.

A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on the old man's forehead, and he was extremely shocked: "Spiritual power, ninth order, extremely good!" ”

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