"My advice is, Garon, you'd better choose the path that suits you best, instead of focusing on the strength of the genre, the strength of the genre will definitely have a certain positive impact, but the resources in it are allocated, and if you don't have good qualifications, you won't get much resources to practice, and you will waste your time and energy in vain. Pay for one's whistle. Accord said sincerely.

"That's true, but I'm suitable for the ability style of frozen radiation, I don't know which of them belong to this category?" Garon asked again, just the information displayed on the map is not enough to choose, the characteristics and characteristics of the genre are not available on the Internet, and many people who are not very familiar with the delicate places cannot know at all.

Accord looked at Garon and said.

"To be honest, Garon, your actual combat is very powerful, since the frozen radiation is suitable for you, then the genre specializing in frozen radiation, I will tick it off on the map for you, you choose which one to join, the most important of which is good at the advantages and disadvantages, I will transmit them to you. ”

"Yes, thank you. Garon nodded.

"Thanks for what. I'm too weak in actual combat, and the actual combat experience you explained to us made me break out in a cold sweat, if you hadn't mentioned it first, maybe I would have to plant it once the fight started. We are complementary and mutually beneficial. Accord calmly lifted his glasses.

He took Garon's map and quickly pointed out the names of the thirteen frozen radiation genres on it, and at the same time used his handheld computer to slightly correct the content of Garon's map, so that the characteristics of these genres were displayed one by one.

It can be seen that he is still not deeply involved in the world. He is very sincere and honest with others.

After a while, Garon took the map and saw that there were indeed thirteen specially marked genre arenas displayed on it.

"What are you doing?"

Not far away, a group of second-level young mechanics clashed with a third-level mechanic. The noise came over here.

The third-level mechanic had a pigtail tied with a very proud expression.

"Just with you waste, you want to come to Barton Island only one level or two?

This person did not release his ability, but pounced on it himself, and actually used a set of extremely skillful combination fighting skills, and the back of his hands and hands unexpectedly appeared with respiratory organs similar to fish gills, constantly spewing out a faint white gas. Instantly accelerates explosive power, and each punch can instantly increase the power by two or three times after the punch.

Those first- and second-level mechanics were just children, and they couldn't beat him at all. After a short while, he was knocked to the ground. Many teenagers around were watching the excitement, watching coldly, and no one helped.

This kind of thing is everywhere here, and some strong young mechanics try to reduce the number of participants. Reduce the number of competitors. Hire stronger people first and weed out your competitors before they go outside.

Garon glanced around, memorized the map in his hand, and carefully put it away.

At this time, the third-level mechanic who beat people shot over with a slightly jealous gaze and landed on the three Garons.

The rest of the people also seemed to be watching a good show.

Garon looked around, only to find that the consciousness of the three of them in this vicinity was actually quite powerful, and the way they were moving forward was just to go to the place where the fight was fighting.

A lot of people come here and it seems that they all have the same style of dressing. They all have pale yellow colored accessories, and they all seem to be locals. And some other people who are dressed in different clothes like them, all of them have a relatively high level of consciousness, and their accents are a little strange when they speak, and most of them are obviously from other places.

Garon found that it was not just the three of them, but that most of the people who came from other places were at least the second and third grades, and on average they were better than the locals.

"Don't look at it, let's go. Accord whispered.

The three of them didn't mean to meddle, which made the man who was fighting loosen his face, smiled in this way, and turned to leave.

Leave a bunch of all knocked unconscious Mechanics on the ground.

After walking around for a while, Rose was the first to leave, and the arena she was going to was nearby.

The three of them exchanged the contact information on the key of the mechanic, and agreed to contact each other later, Accord also left alone, he was young and old, and seemed to be introverted, but some of them thought very highly of themselves and had great ambitions, and they were faintly disdainful of Rise, but they were able to associate with Garon. There is also a lot of respect in the words.

Garon has experienced too much and seen too many people, but he is very delicate and aware of the subtle differences in attitudes that Accord hides very well, but he doesn't say anything.

Life time flies by in a hurry, who knows what the development of Accord will be like in the future, and he will never treat anyone with contempt and overlook, especially the group of capable mechanics who are terrifying in their own calculations.

After separating from the two, he directly found the genre he wanted to go to according to the marked map, and it was also the genre field that was selected on the map that was most suitable for him.

On the right side of the Star Core Square, near the outer wall, in front of a small and small genre arena, there is a long queue waiting for the registration of the examiner of the arena.

The queue is still increasing, and some people are eliminated from time to time and leave with a gloomy face, and those who are passed through guò either proudly or calmly walk to the open space on the side of the arena, quietly waiting for the number to be full.

Two middle-aged men in slender white clothes stood on the side, staring coldly at the surroundings. They wore a sign on their chests with the words Ice Rainbow clearly displayed on it.

Garon had been in line for a long time, and it was his turn.

Walking forward, he pressed the Mechanic Key in front of the registration examiner.

Airplanes.

When the key flashed, the display computer screen in the examiner's hand immediately automatically displayed the relevant information.

'Garon, 21 years old, Level 3 Mechanic, Exercise NIS Universal Simplified Version, Origin: Frontier. ’

"The third level will also be settled. The examiner nodded, motioning for Garon to wait.

Garon breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to wait with a group of people who had passed by. The Binghong School is one of the strongest dozen schools under the three major schools, belonging to the southern faction, and the arenas here are all primary tests, and there are secondary tests at the genre headquarters, with moderate difficulty.

Garon chose this place also because the consciousness qualifications of his body are not very good, at most he is mediocre, and if he goes to a better genre, he is likely to be brushed off at once, wasting the only place in vain.

This quota is only one per person a year, and if it is brushed this time, it will have to wait for a year next time. He didn't have the money or time to waste so long.

The assessment seems to have been carried out, and Garon and others are the second wave.

Soon half an hour later, the number of people who came to register was full, and those who still wanted to register could only wait for this wave of assessment to be completed. But everyone is not in a hurry, the Star Core Square is open most of the year, the big arena is open immediately, and the small arena is always there, as long as you have the strength to pass guò, you can come any day.

Garon stood in the crowd, all the consciousness fluctuations of the mechanic in front and behind, his third-level consciousness was inconspicuous here, most of them were third-level, and the remaining two second-level, but they were all very young, only eleven or twelve years old at most. There was also a fourth-level young man, holding his hands and closing his eyes.

The front registrar went to the stage, took a sign out of the stage and put it down, with the assessment rules written on it, he obviously didn't even bother to speak, he pointed to the sign directly, and then sat down under the stage, and then did not move.

The sign reads: The second assessment - knockout round, the top three are selected in actual combat, and they are arranged according to the number of wins, and those who win ten games in a row can also stay, and the rest please return.

The third assessment is to test the limit of qualifications, the higher ones stay, and the lower ones leave.

Finally, participate in the general assessment competition, and those who enter the top 100 will stay.

Very simple rules.

Soon there were two people on the stage, a fat man and a little girl, and each of them skillfully released their weapons, which were a large spider more than a person tall and a flying swordfish. It's all elite templates. Directly hit you back and forth, spider limbs are as sharp as blades, and they will spit silk nets to catch opponents, while swordfish will instantly explode and accelerate piercing, which is terrifying. Constantly piercing through the flying cobwebs.

The examiner erected the computer below, and pointed the camera at the table, as if recording.

Garon stood on the side, watching the battle, while paying attention to the two middle-aged men in white clothes on the edge of the arena, those two were obviously also Binghong's people, but they didn't talk to the assessment officer at all, which made the assessment atmosphere here a little solemn and tense.

"What the hell!" complained to the mechanic on the side.

Garon noticed that there were thirty contestants in a batch, and it was said in advance that only the top three and those who won ten games in a row. In this way, the competition is very fierce. And fighting for the top three is naturally easier than winning 10 games in a row.

That fourth-level mechanic must have a spot, and no one can compete with him.

And the remaining two positions

Garon checked his things, and the biochemical pool couldn't be brought, and he was still in the Mechanic's Hidden Domain, and he didn't bring anything else with him except for the Mechanic's Key.

He began to think about what level his strength was now in this group of people.

Capable biochemical beasts, he can't use them now, there is no test bench, and there are no ultra-miniature beasts, he is facing the same situation as many mechanical engineers, but there is a dedicated public biochemical pool not far away, which can be used for free once. But there is not enough time, the Ice Rainbow School mainly attacks auxiliary performance weapons, mainly to strengthen itself, unless necessary, the best thing is to show your own enhancement technology.

While the fight was starting up, Garon saw some Mechanics coming out of the public biochemical pool. There are more floating objects like flowers around him, and the mechanic has a variety of methods, and he doesn't know what these floating objects are.

"Nine Dragonmon !!"

Suddenly, there was an irrepressible exclamation in the distance, and a long roar like a rhinoceros was transmitted from afar. It caused people here to look in the direction of that side.

"Nine Dragons?!" the examiner lost his color for a moment, and stood up to look in that direction, with a hint of envy on his face. (To be continued......)