Mu Mo's opponent's name is Yang Lin. Mu Mo waits for his opponent to take the lead, and he needs to look for opportunities.

The Demon Pupil can only be activated for a breath, otherwise his spiritual power will not be enough.

Yang Lin's figure swept out, staring at Mu Mo, relying on his cultivation to be higher than Mu Mo, and launched an attack first. An unusually powerful spiritual power suddenly erupted from his body.

Mu Mo clasped his hands, the spiritual power in his body surged, and in the black eyes where the method of condensation of all things in his body worked, the demon pupils were condensed.

Yang Lin's aura turned into a black light, and appeared in front of Mu Mo like a ghost, and then blasted straight at Mu Mo with a punch.

"Boom!"

A punch was thrown, only to see the violent spiritual power wave gushing out.

"The magic pupil is open!"

Mu Mo sneered: "So that's the case." ”

Mu Mo didn't resist at all, and took the punch hard.

The onlookers whispered: "Did you give up? It's too big a gap." He can fight beyond the level, and so can others, who can't fight at the second level?"

Before everyone could finish speaking, they saw Yang Lin suddenly fly out upside down.

Yang Lin stood up with difficulty: "How is it possible, how did you do it." ”

Mu Mo also explained to Yang Lin: "You are used to your right hand, and your left hand is helping your right hand, and I will take your punch so that you can get close to me, so that I can ensure that my martial arts skills hit your left shoulder." Your right hand does not have the help of your left shoulder, and because you are not used to it, the power of the spirit fist is not as strong as one-third of the usual, so you are lucky to win. ”

Yang Lin recalled carefully and smiled slightly: "I underestimated you, thank you, if you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have noticed this detail." ”

Mu Mo smiled slightly to show kindness.

Mu Mo went to watch other people's assessments after playing, except for the main battle players, the rest did not need to fight.

The defensive type is a player who uses the same spiritual power to attack and defend by two mentors. Whoever can't defend first is considered elimination.

The support type is simpler, and the auxiliary player blesses the combat power of the mentor, and whoever blesses for a long time and who has the ability to bless the strong wins.

The explosive type is a section of the road in which the mentor is obstructed, and the contestants need to rely on the explosion of their own body spiritual power to pass quickly, and whoever completes the two first wins.

It seems that there is no competition if there is no supply type.

Old Man Meng spoke again: "Congratulations on passing the second level of assessment. Now the number is twenty-seven, and the next day off will start the third level assessment. ”

Mu Mo wanted to go back to the house to rest when he saw Liu Ke'er, so he stepped forward and said, "Sister Ke'er, I didn't see you in the competition just now, were you eliminated?"

Liu Ke'er's face darkened instantly: "Is it a curse for my sister to be eliminated!"

Mu Mo hurriedly laughed and said, "No, no, how could Sister Ke'er be eliminated if she is so powerful." I don't see you worrying about you. ”

Liu Keer waved her little fist and snorted: "Of course, how can I be eliminated, I will be directly promoted." I'm the only one this year who is resupplying. So it was directly promoted. ”

"The supply type doesn't even need to be assessed, it's fair to say good!" Mu Mo shouted with some crying.

Liu Ke'er smiled coquettishly: "Supply-type cultivators, although they cultivate to advance quickly, they have no attack power and no defense power. ”

Liu Ke'er thought for a moment and continued: "Do you remember that you captured me in the Boundless Mountain Range? It's just that if I want to escape, even the Martial King can't catch me." The ability of a supply type cultivator to escape is not comparable to that of your main battle type. ”

"However, supply-type cultivators are destined to cooperate with main battle-type cultivators. ”

Mu Mo opened his mouth and said, "In this way, if I cooperate with you, my spiritual power can be much more than usual." Don't worry about spiritual power. ”

Liu Ke'er thought for a while: "Well, I am now in the early stage of the Great Samurai, and I can provide spiritual power for the later stage of the Samurai three times." When you run out of spiritual power, I can restore your spiritual power three times. ”

To put it this way: "One main battle type cultivator, one defensive type cultivator, one explosive type cultivator, one auxiliary type cultivator, plus one supply type cultivator, five people can attack and defend to the extreme. ”

Liu Keer smiled and said, "Of course, the strength of the team is not comparable to one person. One person is strong, but it is not as strong as a strong team. ”

Mu Mo chatted with Liu Ke'er like this, and also popularized some things about cultivation.

Time flies, and the third level assessment time is coming.

The old man Meng wrapped his voice with spiritual power and shouted, "The students who participated in the third level assessment today are the last assessment, and only eight people are left as students of the Anti-God Pavilion in this assessment, and the Anti-God Pavilion considers that the assessment is not easy, and the eliminated people will also be cultivated by the Anti-God Pavilion, but they do not belong to the students of the Anti-God Pavilion." In the future, the person who completes the most tasks will be exceptionally promoted to the ranks of the students of the Anti-God Pavilion. ”

Everyone cheered, this anti-god pavilion has never had a treatment, the anti-god pavilion has always accepted no more than ten students, this year there are so many people left, although they do not belong to the anti-god pavilion, but which of the students taught by the anti-god pavilion is not a strong person in the world.

"The third level of assessment is easy to say and difficult to say. Are you ready?"

The crowd shouted, "Ready." ”

The third level of assessment is a comprehensive assessment period of one day. Assessed by six tutors.

Tutor Mo Lin was the first tutor to be assessed for everyone, and now they are entering the house one by one.

Mu Mo is the first to be assessed, or is it an assessment of the unknown, people are a little nervous in the face of the unknown, Mu Mo took a breath gently, walked up the steps cautiously, and then raised a hand gracefully and knocked on the wooden door a few times.

"Come in!" came a somewhat cold voice from inside, like a mountain stream and a clear spring, which was refreshing.

Walking into the house, Mu Mo quietly glanced around, and found that the house was relatively simple, and there was nothing inside, but when he entered the house, the noise and excitement outside was suddenly all cut off, and it was very quiet.

There should be some mystery in this wooden house, otherwise it would not have had this effect.

Not far from Mu Mo was a woman dressed in white like snow with a cold face.

This woman has beautiful black hair tied into a cloud bun, crescent-like willow eyebrows, a pair of beautiful eyes slender and bright, a delicate nose, peach cheeks slightly red, small two-petal cherry lips, snow jade-like skin tender like soft honey, graceful and slender, indescribably charming.

It's just that her temperament is cold and abnormal, and even the temperature of the entire wooden house has dropped a few points.

At this moment, the woman was sitting cross-legged on the ground and looked at Mu Mo coldly.

"Student Mu Mo has met Tutor Mo Lin. Students are assessed at the third level. Mu Mo knew in his heart that such iceberg beauties were generally reluctant to talk to others more, so he simply said everything he had to say.

"This is a thousand-year-old piece of ice and snow, and it doesn't use spiritual power to melt it with half a pillar of incense. ”

Mu Mo was frightened but his face did not change, this was completely impossible, unless he used something to speed up the melting.

Mu Mo took the ice and snow, and the biting cold poured into his body.

"It's cold. ”

Although Mu Mo was cold, he didn't let go, and suddenly Mu Mo put the ice in one hand, put the other hand to his mouth and bit his fingers, and the blood flowed out ticking and ticking, melting the ice and snow a little bit. Time has crept away.

Mu Mo's consciousness was weak, but there was still a third of the ice and snow, and there was still a cup of tea.

Mentor Mo Lin spoke, "You have failed. No need to go on. Give it up!"

Mu Mozheng's unconscious eyes: "No, there is still time, I haven't failed yet." ”

Mu Mo bit off his five fingers, and the blood dripped into the stream to the ice and snow, Mu Mo was already short of blood at this time, and Tu Beishou began to want to fight back.

Mu Mo shouted: "No, I, Mu Mo, can only lose." ”

The snow and ice cracked, then melted, and the incense went out.

Tutor Mo Lin glanced at the young man, and there was a hint of praise on his face. "Mission accomplished. ”

Hearing Tutor Mo Lin finish saying that the task was completed, Mu Mo's pale face smiled, and then he passed out due to excessive blood loss.