Ming Qiaoqiao can be regarded as the last hope of the elite group, just summoned to no avail, Cheng Xiang, who came down from the summoning formation, looked at Ming Qiaoqiao's back, with a little expectation in his eyes, and at the same time a loss of himself.

Shaking off her arm that was about to go numb, Ming Qiaoqiao took a few deep breaths to calm her nervousness, and when she was about to take the stage, she glanced back at the location of the first class.

Su Wen stood at the front, his hands clenched at his sides, staring straight at Ming Qiaoqiao's back.

This is even more nervous than when he himself went up to take the exam in person.

As soon as Ming Qiaoqiao turned around, he saw Su Wen, trust, comfort, nervousness, and all kinds of emotions were circulating in Su Wen's eyes.

She suddenly felt much more relaxed, and she was relieved to boldly go up and try to summon.

Of all the summons, she paused for a moment, hesitantly picking up a scabbard.

When she picked up the scabbard, everyone gasped, and everyone looked at her differently.

There is contempt, anticipation, sighing, and jealousy.

It was the scabbard of King Arthur's holy sword, and it was also the most likely of all the holy relics to summon a powerful heroic spirit, King Arthur's holy relic.

So far, none of the 25 students in front of them dared to pick up the scabbard and try, and all of them chose to be cautious, in case King Arthur could not be summoned, wouldn't it be a waste of an opportunity?

For the sake of safety, they all chose a holy relic with a lower difficulty in summoning, although it didn't work out either.

The eyes of the principal and Su Wen lit up at the same time, Su Wen knew what Ming Qiaoqiao was thinking in his heart, but at the same time, his eyes were more worried.

But the principal was different, he felt that a genius student like Ming Qiaoqiao dared to choose King Arthur's holy relic, and he must be sure in his heart.

Picking up the scabbard, Ming Qiaoqiao's hands trembled slightly.

She really wasn't sure that she would be able to summon King Arthur, but now that everything was on her and Su Wen, if she didn't gamble, then I'm afraid there would be no chance in the future.

Su Wen also understood that he didn't know whether he should stop it or obey Ming Qiaoqiao's choice.

After some struggle, Su Wen's clenched fist was released again.

"That's it...... In case she could summon King Arthur. ”

Although this is the best idea in his heart, Da Suwen also knows that whether in terms of probability or difficulty, it is a possibility that the probability of summoning King Arthur in this situation is almost zero.

Can...... As long as it's not zero, there must be a probability, isn't it?

When the formation began to emit a little fluorescence, all of Su Wen's attention was on the girl who was slicing her wrist on the formation and was dripping blood from her wrist.

I don't know where the wind came from, blowing the high ponytail behind her head a little, and some hair was scraped on her face.

At this moment, the eyes of everyone in the school were on her.

On her forehead, a point of light the size of a grain of rice rose at first, Su Wen thought that she was also in the Zen Ming Realm, but later found that it seemed to be a faint pattern of the Big Dipper.

Don't?!

Is it the Beidou Realm?!

If she can reach the Beidou Realm at a young age, then her future is limitless!

Su Wen's heartbeat was as regular as the beat of a drum, and it beat faster and faster.

At first, he didn't have any expectations that Ming Qiaoqiao would be able to summon King Arthur, but after seeing that she had reached the Beidou Realm, some expectations ignited in his heart.

Even the headmaster couldn't help but slap the table.

But after a burst of light, the light of the formation on the ground dissipated, and the blood was also sucked up, and there was no reaction.

She got up in disbelief, her hand holding the dagger trembling uncontrollably, and her lips were pale, as if she would faint to the ground in the next second due to excessive blood loss.

Su Wen subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to go up to help her down, but in the next second, the girl bit her lower lip tightly, walked to the center of the formation and picked up the scabbard.

With her head down, it was impossible to see what the expression on her face was.

Ming Qiaoqiao didn't know how she had completed this journey step by step, but she felt that her whole mind was muddy.

She didn't dare to say how good she was, but she was indeed the most outstanding girl in the school's elite class, both in terms of talent and knowledge.

For a moment, she thought she could change her predetermined fate.

It's ridiculous to think about it now.

Su Wen looked at the girl who had always been his sister with trembling shoulders, lowered her head, couldn't suppress the emotions in her heart at all, and walked quickly to her side.

"I ......"

Ming Qiaoqiao's voice was hoarse, she didn't know what else she had to say, maybe it was more out of disappointment in her uselessness, and guilt for failing Su Wen's kindness.

Her lower lip had been bitten by herself, and her already red lips were even redded with blood.

Su Wen didn't blame her at all, and he knew in his heart that this girl had a knife mouth and a tofu heart.

"It's okay, it's just a summoning test, and there will be a chance in the future."

This test is really nothing to Su Wen, I don't know if Ming Qiaoqiao can use the sheepskin scroll to summon, if she can, then she will have countless opportunities to summon.

It didn't matter if she couldn't use the sheepskin scroll, since she was able to summon the first Heroic Spirit, she would definitely be able to summon the second and third.

At that time, there will always be a heroic spirit who will recognize him, and he will be able to protect Ming Qiaoqiao's safety.

On the contrary, it was Ming Qiaoqiao who was able to choose King Arthur's scabbard for her and herself in such an important summoning test, which Su Wen did not expect.

To be honest, I was quite impressed.

The headmaster sighed, and there was no hope left.

He put all his hopes on the elite class, and now that the elite class has not produced a single summoner, there is no possibility for the next two classes.

He wanted to get up and leave directly, but the leader next to him was sweating profusely, and said cautiously: "Principal...... There are two elite classes in the back...... Why don't you finish watching the elite class before leaving? ”

The principal didn't speak, but he finally sat down and continued to watch the test of the elite second class.

Just when the people of the second class came to the stage in order, Zhang Hairong, who had come to provoke in the third class just now, came over again, with schadenfreude in his eyes.

"Yo, the elite class hasn't come out with a single summoner? I thought it was so dragging that I was talking like this. ”

After finishing speaking, Zhang Hairong laughed.

All the students in the elite class bowed their heads, and everyone felt that they were geniuses who could change their lives, but after experiencing reality, they realized how stupid their ideas were.

Su Wen didn't refute, and there was not much anger on his face, he had heard a lot of this kind of humiliation, as long as it was not a substantial injury, he would not pay attention to these verbal provocations.

Seeing that Su Wen didn't speak, Zhang Hairong became more and more proud, feeling that Su Wen didn't dare to reply, and his mouth became more and more presumptuous and provocative.

"Have you said enough?"