Mu Yang had just turned his head, and suddenly felt a third-order telekinesis covering him from his head to the end, like a mouse covered by a glass cup. Immediately afterwards, a powerful fist wind slammed into him, directly attacking his face-

Pounce!

Even if he didn't have this layer of third-order power to suppress himself, at such a close distance, under this punch, the other party thought that he would be undoubted, and at that moment, even Mu Yang thought that the other party would definitely hit!

After this punch, he will probably be judged to faint + fracture in the simulated battlefield, and if he is unlucky, he will even be judged to have intracranial hemorrhage and withdraw from the battlefield directly.

But everyone was wrong.

The next moment, Mu Yang's Thousand Human Souls felt the restraint, and their instincts shook, and they directly shattered the gap between the two orders, shattering the mental power that firmly covered them.

At this time, the giant fist that occupied the entire vision had already come to his eyes, and Mu Yang could even feel the cold wind rolling in his face. And the instinctive reaction of fighting tens of thousands of faceless people in the dream has long been deeply rooted in the muscle memory, even if he was sleeping in the first side, he will react in the next second!

Martial arts self-forgetfulness, is it a joke?

It's too slow. At the speed of a single person, it is impossible to touch the corner of Muyang's clothes in this life.

In the stunned eyes of many students around him, Mu Yang only made a small change, and the fist seemed to be close to his face, and he passed by him inexplicably.

The puncher missed, and he was obviously slightly surprised, but he instantly closed his fist and opened a large distance from Mu Yang to prevent the latter from counterattacking.

At the same time, Mu Yang saw the other party's appearance clearly.

It was a strange boy's face, about one meter eight tall, wearing a brown jacket, and his eyes under two sword-like eyebrows were staring at him tightly, as if there was a hint of chagrin and anger that had not hit him.

The other party is one of the 200 people who entered the mock test room.

The moves are concise and clear.,Being able to move behind yourself without letting yourself notice.,It seems that it's the kind of person who is more powerful in this area.。

Of course, whether it is great or not, it is only relative.

The only thing that made Mu Yang slightly puzzled was that he was very sure that he and the other party didn't know each other at all, why did the other party suddenly make a move towards him, or did he obviously make such a malicious move?

"You read the rules correctly, brother, here, killing other candidates is not worth points."

Mu Yang kindly reminded the other party.

But the next moment, when the glasses girl and several girls moved behind the boy and looked at him with the same disgust and sneer, Mu Yang understood everything.

It's a little laughable to say. People are so cautious now? This is no longer a retribution, this is a disease.

At that time, I didn't say anything excessive, so I suggested that they don't huddle.

The boy took a big step forward: "It's you bullying Pan Wei and them?" ”

The surrounding students retreated one after another, after all, this boy is a third-order, and he belongs to a giant existence here. One accidentally upsets the other party and kills a passer-by, which is really a crime.

Muyang: "......"

He didn't answer the other person's question, just because he didn't know how to answer at all.

The other party is obviously messing around. And unreasonable people, how do you speak?

Mu Yang even felt that he was willing to communicate with the black blood. After all, the Black Blood will also abide by the rules of the game they have set.

He was calculating in his heart, with the existing resources at hand, if he wanted to kill this third-order boy one-on-one, how much price he would have to pay, and how likely he would be killed; If you add this group of girls to besiege you together, how much chance do you still have?

In the end, Mu Yang couldn't help but sigh, it was difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and the hero was full of tears!

In the past, this group of little guys who were less than the third order were embarrassed to bully them, okay.

At the moment when the war was on the verge of breaking out, it was the girl with glasses who stood up. She glanced at Mu Yang coldly, turned back to the boy and said sweetly, "Forget it, Brother Tang Yang." There's no need to compete with this kind of person, it's important to get down to business, let's hurry up and adapt to the environment here. ”

Muyang: "......"

Hey, thank you so much for helping me out.

The third-order boy named Tang Yang took a step forward, wanting to overwhelm Mu Yang with his momentum. But after finding that the latter was not afraid at all, he could only drop a sentence viciously: "Look clearly, now, Pan Wei is my girlfriend." I heard that you were very good before? Bullying a group of girls? Now, they're all under my cover, you can try bullying again. ”

Muyang: "......"

Social society, real society.

How long has it been since these 200 people entered the examination room before Sister Pan Wei found a boyfriend?

But before Mu Yang could figure it out, the group of little girls hugged Tang Yang and Sister Pan Wei as the core, and walked away on chatter.

The people around who were originally watching the play couldn't get up and dispersed.

"Gone, gone."

"I can't fight anymore. Bored. ”

This small episode did not disturb Mu Yang's emotions, after all, the two sides have different patterns, if Mu Yang really cares about these things with the other party, it will seem that he is too embarrassed.

A veteran-like NPC in front of him was handing out weapons, and a group of young students were chirping and selecting weapons in an abandoned weapons warehouse. Mu Yang also happened to walk over to see if there were any handy guys.

Psychic masters below the third order are not strong enough to cut through steel with telekinesis and take people's heads thousands of miles away. When necessary, it is more rational to use thermal weapons to assist oneself in combat.

But as soon as he looked at the guy in the weapons warehouse, Mu Yang was a little disappointed.

He has a vicious eye, and naturally recognizes what is good and what is spicy chicken.

The rifles, *, * and pistols placed here are all obsolete from the last century, and the largest caliber 12.7 Muyang doubts that it can break the layer of mecha outside the robot.

The funniest thing is that there is also an unknown model *, which was coaxed by a group of illiterate students. Is it funny? The terrain here is mostly plains, so you plan to compete with the ancient robots on the plains to see who has more firepower?

There are also some cold weapons such as swords hanging on the walls. These things are all waste in the eyes of other telekinesis, but in Mu Yang's heart, he can consider it, infuse his telekinesis into it, sneak behind the robot, and come with a knife, but he can break the opponent's mecha.

But first you have to think about how to get close to the enemy.

Some of the more advanced robots are equipped with thermal sensors to detect enemies, and it is impossible for a mouse to get close to them within a kilometer.

"I knew that I would have bought a skill book that would keep out the heat before I came in. This will allow you to get your way up close to the robot. ”

"However, this skill book is too targeted, and it has no effect other than clearing this exam. It's too wasteful to buy it. ”

Just when Mu Yang was hesitating, he suddenly saw something lying quietly in the corner of the warehouse.

"Huh? That's ......"