The audience was shocked.

Mu Yu, who had just entered the city at that time, was just about to fall asleep.

That's already an existence that has attracted the attention of countless people.

And why did Sun Wen feel Sanjue...

He knows his own situation!

It's completely taking another path, even if you awaken a hundred times, you don't have any combat power, and you can only make money.

But Zhao Zicheng, in the entrance assessment a few days ago, was just an ordinary awakener.

This has already surpassed Mu Yu?

Wicked!

"And what's your second skill?"

Sun Wen swallowed and asked.

Zhao Zicheng, who was still laughing, instantly collapsed: "The sandbag has become bigger, and it can accommodate two people to beat me at a time..."

The crowd laughed.

Only Yu Sheng raised his head and glanced at Zhao Zicheng: "But your upgrade speed is twice as fast." ”

For a moment, the air became quiet.

Seem... There is a special reason!

The cultivation speed of others is getting faster and faster, isn't it even more difficult to catch up.

"Okay, since that's the case, it's decided!"

Sun Wen waved his hand excitedly, counting the rest of his life, four Erjue, besieging a three-time awakened person, nine out of ten.

"Is there anything else you'd like to add?"

As if remembering something, Sun Wen turned around, looked at Yu Sheng, and asked.

Yu Sheng shook his head.

Sun Wen breathed a sigh of relief gently.

It's so dangerous, I almost thought I was the squad leader.

"Okay, you guys rest first, recuperate, I'll go check the location of this Chen Feng first."

"Two hours at the latest."

"Locate his coordinates!"

With absolute confidence, Sun Wen turned and left.

……

"I still have to say, something is not quite right on Yanmen's side recently, and it is very risky to rush to investigate, are you sure you want to go?"

The short-haired woman looked at Liu Yu with a serious expression.

At this time, Liu Yu's face had mostly healed, with a free and easy smile: "Sister Hai, do you remember when we first entered the school, we were all newcomers, and it was the first time to go on a mission?" ”

"Hmm."

The short-haired woman nodded, somewhat silent.

"How young I was at that time, every day I thought about getting ahead, and being handsome was over."

"But after a year, how many people are left, how many are left."

"The biggest scam of the Ink Academy is the so-called three-year graduation."

"The strength is not enough, the completion of the task is not high, and even the second grade will always be stuck, and you want to graduate?"

"I don't know how many people are still stationed in the unemployed area!"

"If you want to leave your own traces on the town demon pass in this human race, can you do it if you don't fight a little?"

"People die and birds rise to the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years!"

"Looking ahead and looking backwards is not the style of the Ink Academy."

"Sister Hai, it's been more than a year... Thanks! ”

Liu Yu smiled and waved his hand, turned to leave, and his figure gradually disappeared outside the door of the Mo Academy.

The short-haired woman sighed softly, with a little loneliness in her eyes, but soon became strong again: "Graduation?" ”

Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the three huge words 'Mo Academy' at the door, and he was a little distracted for a while.

"Is this really an academy?"

"Heh..."

chuckling and turning away.

……

Ink City.

The most central area of the Terrans, and the largest city of the Terrans.

High-rise buildings can be seen everywhere.

Crowds.

And in the center of Mexicity, a skyscraper, is also the headquarters of Moge.

Countless staff members are busy.

Methodical.

There is not even a gap to stop.

Top floor.

The old man held a letter in his hand and looked out the window, his face expressionless.

"I don't know how many people will die this time."

A soft sigh.

The hand is slightly strained.

The letter turned to dust and disappeared.

"Old Sun, there has been a shortage of defense at the Dawn Pass recently, and we need support."

"But the latest batch of reserve fighters has only been trained for two years, and if they support at this time, I am afraid that the casualty ratio will be very large."

A middle-aged man knocked on the door and entered.

looked at the old man and said.

"Tell Sun Muyu that it will have to be delayed for at least another half a year."

"If you can't hold on, just prepare to run naked at the dawn gate."

The old man turned around, sat down on his desk, opened several files on the computer, and said after taking a look.

"Okay."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, didn't say a word of nonsense, and turned to leave.

"Zhong Yushu, you old thing, you can't stand it this time..."

Looking at the list of reservists in the Terran provinces on the computer screen, the old man was a little distracted, and finally leaned back in his chair a little tiredly, closed his eyes, and didn't know what he was thinking.

……

Frontier City.

A somewhat emaciated middle-aged man walked in with a hoe on his shoulder.

Skillfully traverse several streets.

Walk to a private house.

Knock lightly on the door.

First three and then two, with a sense of rhythm.

The one who opened the door was a middle-aged old farmer, with dark skin, rough skin, and a little dazed: "Are you?" ”

"Be with God."

Middle-aged opening.

The old farmer looked around, then turned sideways slightly, let the middle-aged man come in, and closed the door casually.

"What about Zongren?"

After entering the courtyard, the middle-aged man threw away the hoe with some disgust, and spoke indifferently with an expression, exuding the temperament of a superior person.

"Lord Divine Servant rests inside, you are in the Divine Cult..."

The old farmer silently took two steps back, looking at the middle-aged man vigilantly, his body slightly arched, and he could make a move at any time.

The middle-aged man casually took out a sign and threw it away.

The old farmer's eyes swept away, his body trembled, and he knelt directly on the ground: "Meet the goddess." ”

"Hmm."

"Let Zongren come to see me."

is obviously dressed as a man, but his every move has a sense of charm, even if his face is ordinary, he will always subconsciously surge his blood.

"Yes!"

The old farmer hurriedly got up, held the token in both hands, and respectfully handed it back, and then left in a hurry.

The middle-aged man entered the living room and sat on the sofa casually, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and his sitting posture was unthinkable.

Probably a few minutes later.

Zongren dragged his somewhat obese body all the way over, standing respectfully opposite the middle-aged man.

The old farmer withdrew, and closed the door.

"The freshman of the Ink Academy, have you killed it?"

The middle-aged man looked at Zong Ren playfully and spoke.

Zongren shook his head slowly.

"Heh, you're not as capable as I thought."

"Forget it, none of that matters."

"Recently, I want the city to be in turmoil, can you do it?"

The young man covered his mouth and smiled.

Zong Ren lowered his head, frowned slightly, and with a thoughtful look, he spoke after a long time: "Jiangcheng is understaffed, and they are all familiar faces with the name of the Mo Academy, so they can't do it." ”

The middle-aged smile retracted: "Then what's the use of me raising you as a waste?" ”

"Why don't you bury my brother with me."

As he spoke, the temperature in the room seemed to drop slightly.

There was a faint murderous intent in the air.