"Bump-" Wu Wei was disheveled, his whole body was covered with scars, and the whole person fell to the ring, his face collided directly with the ground, a typical dog gnawing mud posture, and he fell so badly that his body fainted directly.

"Hmph!" On the other side, Nie Bingbing just put away his kicking posture, put away the soft sword in his hand, rubbed his shoes, looked at Wu Wei who fainted, snorted disdainfully, his face was full of smug smiles, and looked at the referee on the side.

Seeing that Wu Wei fell to the ground, the referee stepped forward to probe Wu Wei's condition, and saw that Wu Wei had fainted and lost his ability to fight, so he announced: "Nie Bingbing won the first class in the graduation year!

"Yay!" Nie Bingbing cheered, turned around and waved his clenched little fist in the direction of the second floor of the lounge, and then walked down the ring happily step by step and ran towards the lounge.

The audience applauded thunderously, cheering for this young girl, and was amazed by the strength and skills she showed.

Wu Wei on the ring seemed to be ignored, and when the referee was about to announce the next game, he found that there was still a person lying on his stomach in the ring, so he hurriedly beckoned the teacher on the side, carried Wu Wei off the ring, and sent him to the medical center of the college.

The assessment was carried out round by round, and one after another victorious students passed the assessment in cheers and received the opportunity to enter the Spirit Master Main Hall. During this period, Huang Hao also accepted the assessment, and his opponent was a student who had only cultivated to the strength of a sixth-order primordial spirit master, and easily won with his ninth-order primordial spirit master realm.

Sixty students, thirty games have gradually come to an end, each game is not long, the assessment that began at noon is held until now, the sun is gradually showing signs of setting.

In the ring, another pair of players decided the winner, the referee announced the result of the match, and the audience cheered.

In the front row of the audience, the middle-aged man named Lao Yang seemed to be a little more energetic than at the beginning, looking at the just-concluded assessment in the ring, and said to Lao Hu on the side: "The level of students in this session is indeed much better than in previous years! There are many students above the seventh order, there are several at the eighth order, and there are two at the ninth order, it seems that the teaching level of the academy has made considerable progress!"

"Hehe, you have spirit! They are all good seedlings, cultivated and cultivated, maybe they will be high-level in the main hall in the future!" Old Hu smiled, fantasizing that the students he had cultivated would become a generation of characters and enjoy all kinds of preferential treatment.

"Hmph, you just dream about it every day!" Lao Yang snorted disdainfully.

At this time, the referee on the field announced that the next and last game two students will play: "In the next game, the No. 59 student will play against the No. 60 student, please have two students on the field!"

On the terrace on the second floor of the lounge, hearing the referee's voice, Lin Yuming stood up and looked at the surrounding students, because it was the last assessment, only he and No. 60 had not appeared among all the students, and everyone wanted to see which two of the last pair of students were.

On the other side, a teenager wearing the uniform of the academy stood up, his pale face was expressionless, and he held a long Nanmu cane in his hand, which was one point taller than the others, and looked particularly strange.

Seeing the young man standing up here, the surrounding students talked a lot, and they all looked excited.

Nie Bingbing and Huang Hao on the side also had slightly ugly faces, Huang Hao grabbed Lin Yuming, who was about to go downstairs, and whispered: "Yuming, be careful of that guy, that's Mo Han of the third class, a ninth-order primordial spirit master, a rare spell spirit master!"

Hearing the three words of the Spell Soul Master, Lin Yuming frowned slightly, he usually didn't care about the situation of other students in the academy, so he didn't know that there was such a powerful character in the grade, but the Spell Soul Master is a more difficult faction among the Spirit Masters, good at all kinds of curses and blessings of the Spirit Master, and belongs to the more difficult Spirit Master, he knows all this, and this Mo Han is one level higher than himself, he is a ninth-order Initial Spirit Master, it seems that this assessment is a tough battle.

Mo Han glanced at Lin Yuming, and walked down the terrace expressionlessly, Lin Yuming followed, and the two walked out of the lounge together and came to the ring.

Coming to the side of the ring, Mo Han nodded the Nanmu staff in his hand, looked at Lin Yuming who was looking at him opposite, and pulled an extremely stiff smile on his face, and said: "Classmate Lin, I've heard of his name for a long time, let me see your illusion today, and see your illusion master realm." ”

Lin Yuming also smiled and replied, "I'll also try how powerful Classmate Mo's spirit spell is!"

When the referee saw that the people had retreated to both sides of the ring and were ready, he announced loudly: "The thirtieth and last game of this assessment, Lin Yuming in the first class of the graduation year will fight against Mo Han in the third class of the graduation year, and the assessment will begin!"

With the referee's order, Lin Yuming and Mo Han did not make any big moves, but just chanted some incantations in their mouths, and some people and nobles in the audience had some incomprehensible discussions.

Only the students and teachers in the academy, as well as some of the spirit masters in the audience, were slightly surprised, such a situation, there is only one possibility, that is, the two students in the assessment are phantom masters or spell masters, only the phantom master and the spell master will start chanting spells as soon as they come up, because they are different from the spirit masters, only the spirit master can directly release small spirit magic instantaneously.

Among the spirit masters, they are mainly divided into three factions: martial spirit masters, sorcerers and phantom masters, these three types are the most common spirit master factions of spirit masters, and spell spirit masters and beast spirit masters are very rare in today's spirit master group, and spell spirit masters use special 'spirit spells' to fight, or increase themselves or weaken and disrupt opponents.

Suddenly, Mo Han seemed to have completed the spell first, and with a few waves of the Nanmu long staff in his hand, a white light cluster appeared at the top of the staff, and the light group moved, splitting into a dark red beam of light, which shot directly at Lin Yuming.

Lin Yuming was not in a hurry, and quickly finished reciting the spell, although he did not have a Nanmu staff like Mo Han in his hand, he waved it directly empty-handed!

"Huh?" In the audience, some ordinary people and nobles all heard strange sounds, because under Lin Yuming's wave of his hand, nothing happened, as if he was just waving the air casually.

Only the many spirit masters present knew that this was the phantom master's attack method, colorless and formless, which caught people off guard.

At the same time as Lin Yuming sent out the attack, he couldn't avoid Mo Han's attack, the dark red beam did not enter the body, but the appearance did not change in any way, only Lin Yuming knew that his spiritual power seemed to be limited by a force, and the speed of spiritual power operation slowed down by nearly half, and at the same time, the operation of spiritual power became sluggish.

This is the spell master's attack method, weakened, this dark red beam sent out by Mo Han weakened Lin Yuming's spiritual power and spiritual power operation speed, which was equivalent to affecting Lin Yuming's speed when he cast the illusion.

Understanding the effect of Mo Han's spell, Lin Yuming flashed up and pulled out a small short sword from his waist, which was created for him by Huang Yunqing before the assessment, with a delicate shape, the cold light on the blade of the sword was shining, and it looked like a sharp sword with a hard texture.

Mo Han was also affected by the invisible "attack" that Lin Yuming swung out at this time, Mo Han's eyes were stunned, as if he had suddenly forgotten what this was, and stood there stupidly.

This is a kind of illusion that Lin Yuming learned from the general outline of the psychic illusion, phantom dazzle.

Ordinary phantom masters are not good at illusion in the initial spirit master stage, but only use spiritual power to carry out some spiritual impacts, and at the same time use some martial spirit masters' basic attack methods to fight. Therefore, generally low-level phantomists are very weak, and only when they reach a higher realm will they become stronger.

Lin Yuming found such a small illusion technique suitable for the use of the primordial spirit master realm in the general outline of spiritual illusion. Phantom stun is a small illusion with different realms, the effect is also very different, he can be activated by mental power, causing the opponent to enter the stun, the level of the realm determines the time of stun.

Lin Yuming took advantage of Mo Han's dizziness at the same time, and flashed up, wanting to use this time to subdue Mo Han with the short sword in his hand to pass the assessment.

Lin Yuming's abacus failed, what he didn't expect was that in just two seconds, when he was still more than ten meters away from Mo Han, the sluggishness in Mo Han's eyes disappeared, and he recovered from the dizziness, seeing that Lin Yuming was not far from him, he was not panicked, but showed a smile and waved the Nanmu staff in his hand.

Two beams of light split out in the light cluster again, but this time the object of the cast was not Lin Yuming, but Mo Han himself, one orange and one blue, the two beams of light submerged into Mo Han's own body, and at the same time, the light cluster on Mo Han's staff shrank by nearly half.

After the light cluster submerged into his body, Mo Han didn't dodge or dodge, and rushed directly towards Lin Yuming, his slightly emaciated figure, waving the Nanmu staff in his hand, just like a martial arts master, the momentum was surging.

"Bump-" The short sword in Lin Yuming's hand slashed at the Nanmu staff, but it was a strong force, and he couldn't parry, and he was directly smashed out by Mo Han holding the staff.

The body rolled around the edge of the ring a few times, Lin Yuming only felt that the blood in his chest was surging, and there was a pain in the place where his chest was hit, and before he could calm down, he heard another sound of breaking the air from behind, and without thinking about it, he rolled on the spot and avoided the attack.

A dark green beam of light smashed on the ground of the ring, and Mo Han in the distance looked a little regretful, and the white light cluster on the Nanmu staff in his hand had shrunk to only a small point of light at this time.

Although the spell did not hit Lin Yuming, the effect of the spell on his own amplification was still there, Mo Han waved the Nanmu staff and strode forward, as if he wanted to directly knock Lin Yuming out of the ring.

On the sidelines, in the front row of the audience, Lao Hu said to Lao Yang with a surprised face: "This kid who uses spells is good, he can already use four spells at such a young age, and they are two amplifications and two weakenings, and they are skillfully used, he is a genius of a spell master!"

"It's not bad, but don't underestimate the other kid who used illusions, he just used an illusion, and there aren't many people among the primordial spirit masters who can use illusions. Lao Yang looked lazy, but his eyes were always staring at the assessment on the field, and he didn't squint.