Cangyue Pavilion is divided into three, six, nine and so on, but it is not just a difference in titles.

The substantive difference is twofold.

First, the instructor.

Second, the geographical advantage.

The instructors of the third-class college are all famous teachers.

Compared with the ninth-rank, whether it is fame, strength realm, etc., it will be a lot higher.

Of course, Mu Futian entered Cangyue Pavilion and didn't need the guidance of a famous teacher.

It's about getting recognition and the long-range killing weapons that the system rewards.

"Anyway, I've successfully entered the Cangyue Pavilion, why hasn't the system said anything yet?"

"Did you forget about it?"

Mu Futian muttered secretly.

"This is the third-class academy of Cangyue Pavilion, come in."

Deacon Ye led the way ahead, suddenly stopped, and opened his mouth to explain.

Luo Xiaozhu and Mu Futian nodded and strode in.

And the moment he stepped in, the sound of the system sounded.

"Ding~Ding~"

"Congratulations to the host, successfully completed the main quest: enter the Cangyue Pavilion!"

"CONGRATULATIONS TO THE HOST, GET THE REWARD: A KAR.98K SNIPER RIFLE, AN EIGHT-FOLD SCOPE, AND FIVE 7.62MM BULLETS!"

“……”

"What...... What's the reward? ”

“98K？”

"Isn't this a PUBG chicken artifact?"

Hearing the sound of the system, Mu Futian thought that he had heard it wrong.

However, when he saw that behind the system, there was indeed a spear more than half a man high, he believed it.

"It's really worthy of being the strongest demon anti-heaven system, and even such a reward can be brought to me, it's too anti-heaven!"

"With 98k, why is it difficult for me to take the head of a person at 3,000 meters?"

Mu Futian was shocked in his heart.

Of course, the only fly in the ointment is that there are only five bullets.

In other words, he can only snipe at a maximum of five people from a distance!

……

Deacon Ye took Mu Futian and Luo Xiaozhu into the third-class college, handed them over to a director, and left in a hurry.

Apparently.

He's going to report anything to the Pavilion Master about today!

Mu Futian didn't pay much attention to this.

Prince Chong's death was entirely his own fault.

This kind of person doesn't kill, but stays and waits for him to take revenge?

This is not Mu Futian's temperament, nor is it in line with his principles of doing things.

……

The director took Mu Futian and Luo Xiaozhu and walked towards the attic of the third-class college.

As he walked, he introduced the various situations of Cangyue Pavilion.

Third-class college, built on the hill.

There is a huge aura of heaven and earth gathered.

Standing here, as long as you breathe gently, you can clearly feel the growth of aura in your body.

"Good place, worthy of a third-class college."

Mu Futian nodded secretly.

Very satisfied with this place.

Not much.

The three of them went into the attic.

The attic is the meeting place for all the third-class students, and in normal times, it is mainly for lectures and learning some theoretical knowledge.

"Tutor Cai, these two are new students, Mu Futian and Luo Xiaozhu."

The director called out to Cai Yaoqing, who was teaching, and introduced.

"Mu Futian?"

Hearing this somewhat familiar name, Cai Yaoqing frowned and looked Mu Futian up and down.

Luo Xiaozhu's strength and talent, he had already seen it, so there was no surprise that the former entered the third-class academy.

On the contrary, Mu Futian, who was recognized as a dead wood in the whole city, was also sent to the Temple of the Gods by his father as a tribute.

And now, in just a day or two, he has entered the third-class college, and he is still his student.

How could this not surprise him?

"Exactly."

Mu Futian nodded, quite polite.

Anyway, he is a newcomer, and he doesn't want to make trouble, he just wants to improve his strength.