Xiao Ziheng saw Su Mengxi's petite figure appear in his sight.

He said with a smile: "Yaoyao, let's go, let's two together!" ”

Don't look at him with a smile on his face, but he, like Su Mengxi, is definitely a smiling tiger.

Although Su Mengxi is smiling, she is definitely a black-bellied master.

Xiao Ziheng is no exception, don't look at him smiling all day long, but he is definitely a cunning fox secretly.

Otherwise, how could Feng Junyu call him a 'profiteer'?

This time, Su Mengxi didn't wait for Xiao Ziheng to say the next sentence, she spoke first and said, "How perverted is this test?" ”

I remember that the last spiritual power test was a student fight, and which of the students who came out of the martial arts training ground was not covered in bruises?

"I don't know, the Spiritual Power Academy has always been the most secretive." Xiao Ziheng shrugged his shoulders and said that he could not do anything.

"I hope it's a little bit more human." Su Mengxi tilted her head slightly and smiled helplessly.

However, Su Mengxi didn't seem to realize that she said more modern words.

"Human?" Xiao Ziheng lowered his head and looked at Su Mengxi, who was less than his shoulder, suspiciously.

"Uh......" Su Mengxi was speechless and held her forehead, how did she bring the modern language over, "Slip of the tongue." ”

Xiao Ziheng just smiled and didn't say anything.

He wouldn't believe that it was a slip of the tongue, Su Mengxi's expression was completely deserved, where was the slip of the tongue?

But he didn't pursue it, this little girl had a lot of secrets, and if she didn't want to say it, she wouldn't let go of her mouth when she died.

Su Mengxi glanced at Xiao Ziheng lightly, she didn't believe it was a slip of the tongue.

As Xiao Ziheng said, her expression should be deserved, where is there a slight sense of slip of the tongue?

When I arrived at the martial arts training ground, it was full of students to test, and it was really crowded.

The dean of the Spiritual Power Academy stood on the high platform, and everyone looked at him quietly.

"The rules of this time." He didn't continue, he waved his sleeves.

A memory entered Su Mengxi's mind.

That memory is the test rule.

This time, the rules were even more perverted, and their test venue was not a martial arts training ground, but a forest near the academy.

When they enter the forest, they become a completely different person.

Your face will change, and so will your voice. But a person's spiritual power attribute will not change.

So, they have to take this test with someone else's face on their heads.

The goal this time is who gets the magic core.

The Demon Core is the essence of the power of Warcraft.

The magic core is hidden in the heart of the monster, and the magic core can only be removed by killing the monster.

That forest is called the Phantom Forest.

The creatures are known for their speed, but they are of a low level.

The level of low-level Warcraft is generally from pink to orange.

The intermediate level is yellow to blue.

The advanced level is the purple level, the purple level to the white level.

It's just that high-level ones are very rare, and there are very few intermediate ones themselves, let alone high-level.

If it were other continents, there might be a little more, but the Mourning Continent was the lowest-level continent, and there weren't many high-level ones.

But in terms of the human strength of this continent, the orange-level demonic beasts are already powerful.

The strength of the Warcraft is one order higher than that of humans, and if the level of the Warcraft is the first level of the pink level, then he can make a tie with the people of the first level of the human red rank.

Of course, this is without being contracted.

If it is contracted, the strength of the monster will change with the owner.

The stronger the owner, the stronger the contract beast.