In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, Ming Xiyue wore a veil to cover her appearance.

There was a bald middle-aged man standing at the door, who was the instructor in charge of the test this time: "Next! ”

Ming Xiyue took a step forward, and the instructor in charge of the test glanced at Ming Xiyue up and down, and saw that she was dressed plainly, not like some rich and noble family, and she should not know which ravine she ran out of.

The enrollment of Shengluo College this time is open to school-age men and women from all over the country, and I don't know what the dean thinks, since it is really lowering the level of the college to let those poor ghosts come to their Shengluo Academy!

He glanced at Ming Xiyue with a discriminatory look: "What's your name, age, and where is you?" ”

Ming Xiyue was very unhappy with his gaze: "Ming Xiyue, fourteen, a person from Lincheng." ”

As soon as he heard that he came out of a small place like Lincheng, the mentor's face looked even more disdainful: "Put your hand on the crystal ball, be careful not to break it, you can't afford to pay for it." ”

You don't have to look at it to know that it won't be a good seedling.

Ming Xiyue's expression was not salty, she just glanced at him, and when she walked past him, her right hand sprinkled white powder on him without a trace, she stepped forward and put her hand on the crystal ball, and waited for a moment without moving.

The mentor impatiently dismissed: "Let's go, let's go!" A spiritual waste still wants to enter the Holy Luo Academy, it's really wishful thinking, go home and daydream. ”

The mentor deliberately said loudly, and the people in the queue behind them all looked to see who this spiritual waste was.

Ming Xiyue didn't pay attention to it, she was suppressing her actual spiritual power, and she didn't want to expose her actual spiritual power so quickly, so the crystal ball couldn't tell her spiritual power level for a while.

Suddenly, a dazzling yellow light emitted from the crystal ball, and the eyes of the test instructor in charge flashed with a hint of amazement.

He thought it was a spiritual waste, but he didn't expect that since he was the peak of the ninth order of the spirit master, he was a rare talent.

The people who were originally watching the play outside the door also closed their mouths, the peak strength of the ninth order of the spirit master was considered to be middle and upper, and the fourteen-year-old was considered very talented, and the gaze that looked at Ming Xiyue also changed from ridicule to awe.

At this time, the middle-aged tutor took two sets of white dresses and a bronze badge and handed them to Ming Xiyue, but his expression was still disdainful: "You have passed, the third class of the spiritual power branch, and you will report tomorrow morning." ”

Coming out of the ravine, no matter how good the strength is now, it is useless, and it is useless to have no money to buy pills to assist.

The corners of her mouth under the veil were slightly hooked, Ming Xiyue walked over to take the dress and badge, and in the position where the sleeve was blocked, she sprinkled a handful of medicinal powder on the middle-aged tutor again.

The person she can't stand the most is the person with a bad mouth, and it's time to wash him well.

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After passing the test, Ming Xiyue came to the freshman courtyard according to the freshman guidance card, and the place where the freshman lived was divided according to the spiritual power of the test, she only showed the strength of the ninth order peak of the spirit master, and was assigned to a fairly good courtyard.

She turned around and found that there were four freshmen living here, all of whom were spiritual cultivators, each with a separate room, a small garden, no kitchen, and could only eat in the unified canteen of the academy.

I heard that only one class has an independent kitchen, and each person has an independent courtyard, which is an obvious hierarchical differentiation, and Ming Xiyue disagrees with such an academy system.

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"Whew, you want to suffocate me!" Luo Li jumped out of Mingxiyue's sleeve.

He was smothered in his sleeve by this stinky girl for nearly an hour, saying that he would not come out or he would not be allowed to speak, when had he ever been so aggrieved by the demon king.