Du Hei still remembers that he made an appointment with Ma Xiaopang and others to get together two days ago.

However, at that time Duhei released the pigeons again.

He had a class that day.

Simply, he directly told Ma Xiaopang to come to them on the day of their mid-month assessment.

And it just so happened that Ma Xiaopang said that he and Zhou Tian both signed up for this mid-month assessment.

......

At the martial arts arena, when Du Hei came, there were already a lot of people here.

Quietly came to the ring belonging to the warrior department, and looking at the young faces fighting above, Du Hei couldn't help but feel as if he was much older.

You know, not long ago, he was also a member of the ring.

But at this moment, looking at the students fighting above, I always feel that there is a feeling of a little doll fighting.

Du Hei knew that the reason for this change in mentality was that the improvement of strength was only one aspect, and more was that he had experienced several lives and deaths.

Between life and death, it is easiest for people to grow.

Finding a corner to sit down, Du Hei didn't go to say hello to Ma Xiaopang, who could be seen at a glance not far away.

He was going to just watch quietly.

......

In the lounge at the back of the ring, Ma Xiaopang and Zhou Tian were together.

The two of them did not have the idea of winning the ranking for this mid-month assessment.

The warrior system, no better than the summoning system, is very competitive.

And the two, although they have broken through the first-order intermediate level after the quarterly assessment, they are still not competitive.

At the very least, you need to reach the first level of the advanced level.

Because there is no pressure on the rankings, the expressions of the two are also quite relaxed.

Ma Xiaopang also complained: "Brother Hei also said to help us cheer, but he hasn't shown up yet." ”

Zhou Tian shook his head lightly: "Don't think too much, as long as our strength goes up, we can also go to the third grade." ”

"What we need to do is to improve our strength as soon as possible. ”

Ma Xiaopang didn't really complain, and nodded at the moment: "It's too." ”

The two chatted.

Soon, the shouts of the mentor were heard outside.

"No. 09 vs. No. 19"

"Players from both sides took the stage. ”

In the room, Ma Xiaopang came to his senses and stood up: "It's my turn." ”

Zhou Tian waved his hand: "Come on." ”

Ma Chubby trotted out.

In the ring, Ma Xiaopang held a shield and looked at the warrior opposite.

This is a warrior who wields a scimitar with a resolute face.

This person, Ma Xiaopang knew, was a strong man in the class next door, although he was also a first-order intermediate, but he had already broken through for a long time.

Compared with Ma Xiaopang, who has just broken through, the realm is naturally more stable.

The two distanced themselves, and with the order of the mentor, the battle began!

Warrior combat, direct and effective.

Just in an instant, at the other end of the ring, the warrior holding the scimitar was kicking the ground and charging forward, the scimitar in his hand flashing with the brilliance of spiritual power.

"Half Moon Slash!"

He roared, his momentum was violent, and the scimitar in his hand slashed a perfect arc, and a trace of spiritual power bloomed like moonlight.

Ma Xiaochub, with his right foot back, stood in a lunge, holding a fine iron shield in his hand.

It's also a burst of spiritual power.

"Shield Strike!"

A muffled voice.

The moonlight was blocked by the shield, and the power it carried, collided with the long knife.

Bang~

Under the crisp sound, the flames splashed, and the two widened the distance.

The scimitar warrior, whose face remained unchanged, chose to attack and shot again.

"Divide the waves. ”

At this time, Ma Xiaopang's shield was horizontal, his body was short, and he shouted again: "Shield strike!"

Shield slamming into the sky!

......

Dozens of seconds later, the scimitar man was out of breath and his face was a little ugly.

He couldn't help but say, "Why are you, keep shielding!"

At this time, Ma Xiaopang revealed his chubby head from behind the shield: "However, I learned a skill of shield strike~"

"Moreover, after the training of shield strikes, I can now use shield strikes in all directions of three hundred and sixty degrees, in all postures!"

"So, if your attack can't cut my shield......"

"No matter what skill you use, you can't beat me!"

The scimitar warrior felt a little dizzy in his head.

It was the first time he had met such an opponent.

However, it is impossible to admit defeat.

He gritted his teeth again and attacked.

Until another few tens of seconds passed, he ran out of energy.

Stepping back a little distance, his heart was awe-inspiring. He is the attacking side, and naturally the physical exertion is intense.

He prepares and does not attack.

But at this time, Ma Xiaopang, charged up and yelled again.

"Shield Strike!"

The shield pushed fiercely towards an instant, and the huge force caught the scimitar man off guard and was knocked out of the ring.

At this time, Ma Xiaopang grinned: "Shield strike, it can also be used to attack~"

......

Below, Du Hei watched Ma Xiaopang win and smiled.

"Sure enough, it's a shield strike~"

Du Hei's face showed a look of remembrance.

I still remember that that day, it was under the shield that he saved his life.

However, that shield strike is like a shield of the sky, a sky-breaking blow, which is far from being comparable to Ma Xiaopang today.

The audience watched silently.

Sunday's first race, also won.

But because of the gap in cultivation, the two were defeated in the second round.

In the lounge, the two sighed.

At this time, a voice sounded in my ears: "Let's go, I just watched, and the competition between Sedum and Qingluo girl is over." ”

"Let's find a place to get together. ”

The two of them looked up at Du Hei and smiled.

......

In the school cafeteria, several people found a small box.

In fact, the so-called dinner party is a few acquaintances chatting.

Everyone chatted about what happened in the quarterly assessment, and curiously asked how the third grade of Duhei was, and the time quietly came to the evening.

A table of dishes has been eaten.

The cheeks of the crowd were slightly red, which was due to the fact that they had drunk some wine.

Du Hei poured down a bottle of beer again and said slowly: "It's a pity, our team ...... There was one more person who didn't come. ”

The crowd was silent.

Mo Xiaobai is still in a coma at the moment.

After a long time, the Qingluo girl smiled sweetly: "Everything will be fine!"

......

When the meal was over, everyone dispersed.

Life will go on after all, and Du Hei will not dwell on it.

It's just that, at some point, it will be remembered.

......

The peaceful college life continued.

Moreover, because of the third grade, there was no even a month-end assessment.

In this way, as the days passed, Du Hei's strength slowly improved to the peak of the second-order intermediate level, and he was only one step away from being able to break through to the second-order level.

On this day, Tutor Gu Yu, who usually doesn't manage students much, sent a group email to all the students to gather, and then announced a message: "At the request of the college, we need to organize an exchange team of about 30 people to exchange and study with Ningyue College in Ningxian District next door." ”

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