"Level 5, passed!"
"It took one hundred and ten breaths to kill sixteen demon wolves, and I got one hundred and thirty-nine points!"
"The current total score is two hundred and seventy-nine points!"
After spending twenty-five strands of mana (ten strands of which were rabbit boots) and a pair of vine armor, Yang Zhen passed the crucial fifth level.
After this level, he estimated that his total score would be in the top 500.
Finally no longer at the bottom, and the hope of promotion has greatly increased.
But this is not enough, because no one knows what will happen at the last luck level.
Therefore, he must continue to move forward and establish his advantage as much as possible in this assessment!
He has twenty-seven rays of mana left, and has also replaced a new pair of vine armor, which will deduct ten points from future points.
One hundred breaths later, he started to pass the sixth level!
At the beginning of this level, the number of demon wolves returned to one, but the level was raised to the middle of the first level.
In this Nine-Nine Illusion Formation, the mid-level Black Moon Wolf can fire three moon blades at a time and recover its mana after fifty breaths.
At the same time, attack defense will also be greatly improved.
Less than ten people pass this level every year!
…
The size of the space has not changed, it is still ten feet long and wide.
A black moon wolf that was darker in color and almost as tall as Yang Zhen appeared in the room.
"The sixth level has a time limit of one hundred breaths. Every time the time is shortened by ten breaths, two points will be added. Otherwise, one point will be deducted! The time within three breaths is not counted."
"Killing a monster, the reward is twenty points. The reward for clearing the level, twenty points!"
"Ready-start!"
Three moon blades that were obviously twice as thick, like three lightning bolts, instantly hit the shield formed by the vine armor.
In the first one, the shield's light dimmed instantly;
In the second step, the shield broke and the vine armor collapsed;
In the third pass, the moon blade passed through the vine armor that had lost its protective ability, and made a three-inch-long, half-inch-thick gash on Yang Zhen's waist...
Less than half a breath after this level started, Yang Zhen was injured and her armor was scrapped!
This was after he had trained his body, and his physical body was already as hard as a monk in the middle stage of Qi training. Otherwise, the wound just now would have been enough to cause him to immediately lose his combat effectiveness and even endanger his life.
Yang Zhen took a deep breath, endured the severe pain in her waist, and rushed forward with large strides.
Fortunately, Wuyue Lang also took the initiative to attack when he didn't know the strength of his opponent. One man and one wolf immediately collided head-on!
Yang Zhen's stick was like a shooting star chasing the moon, its energy was like a rainbow penetrating the sun, and with lightning speed, it hit the demon wolf hard on the head!
Wu Yue Lang howled, his body swayed, but he did not fall.
If it was at the early stage of the first level, this stick would be enough to kill it.
But it doesn't matter. If one stick doesn't work, just use a few more sticks.
Taking advantage of the moment when the demon wolf was dizzy, Yang Zhen danced with a wooden stick, whistling in the wind, and struck several more sticks in succession.
The body of the demon wolf gradually faded away.
"Level 6, passed!"
"It takes nine breaths to kill a demon wolf, and you get fifty-eight points!"
"The current total score is three hundred and twenty-seven points!"
At about the same time, Zhao Yue'er also ended the battle at the sixth level.
She was not injured, and the [Water Shield] in the middle stage of Qi training could barely block the three moon blades of the demon wolf.
After almost a hundred breaths, she finally killed the mid-level Black Moon Wolf.
The mana replenished by the Rejuvenation Pill was once again exhausted. The little girl was unable to fight anymore and could only withdraw from the game.
Her final score was fixed at 299 points.
…
Yang Zhen replaced the vine armor again, and at the same time she still had twenty-two strands of mana left.
The healing technique requires fifteen strands of mana, and the first level of mana is not enough to heal the wound on the waist.
After hesitating for a moment, he took out the bandage and bandaged the wound.
He used straps to wrap around him several times, and the muscles all over his body were tightened tightly.
According to the battle with the mid-level first-order Black Moon Wolf just now, at the seventh level, he is not without hope!
After a full quarter of an hour, and all the accumulated rest time was used up, Yang Zhen cheered up and stood in the middle of the room again.
He didn't know that his battle was also being projected on the white wall of Yunya Town Square at this moment.
The disciples who control the Nine-Nine Illusion Formation will project some exciting games onto the white wall at any time.
Although there is no sound, the picture displayed is exciting enough.
The square was densely packed with people, all of whom were relatives of the children participating in the selection.
Opposite the square is a seven-story luxury restaurant, which is already packed with seats.
In a private room on the fifth floor, Qin Wan, Nanny, the fifth elder of the Zhao family, and Caiyan Caiyun and other entourage gathered together.
Just now, the scene happened to show Zhao Yue'er passing the sixth level. Seeing the little girl pass this level unscathed, everyone was beaming with joy.
At this time, the scene suddenly switched to a young man standing in the room, facing two demonic wolves that were nearly one person tall.
The young man has fair skin and pretty features. He looks a bit weak, but his resolute eyes and the wooden stick tightly held in his hand give people an inexplicable sense of confidence.
"Little stone!" Caiyun exclaimed, and then asked doubtfully: "Is this the second level?"
"This is the seventh level. This child actually passed the previous six levels." Grandma corrected.
Her voice was relaxed and relieved.
Yang Zhen's poor grades in the past two days even made her start to think about how to arrange his practice after returning home.
Unexpectedly, this child worked so hard and made it to the seventh level.
This greatly increases the possibility of him entering the sect.
However, after a moment, she suddenly said "Huh" and frowned.
She could see clearly that under the cover of the vine armor, bright red blood was seeping out of Yang Zhen's waist.
"This kid, he's injured! Why doesn't he get treatment?"
Her heart suddenly became tense, her eyes fixed on the white wall, and she no longer had the leisurely feeling she had just now.
In the square, the noisy voices gradually became quiet, and everyone stared at the pictures on the wall.
Just because this is the person who has made it to the seventh level since the start of the competition——
First person!
…
"The seventh level has a time limit of two hundred breaths. Every time the time is shortened by twenty breaths, two points will be added. Otherwise, one point will be deducted! The time within five breaths is not counted."
"Killing a monster, the reward is twenty points. The reward for clearing the level, fifty points!"
"Ready-start!"
Six moon blades, angled to the left and right, arrived in front of Yang Zhen in an instant.
With the lessons learned from the previous game, he acted ahead of time this time and activated the rabbit boots under his feet.
Taking Wuyuan steps, holding the Qianwu stick tightly, he ran forward with meteoric strides.
Three moon blades missed him, and the other three hit the shield one after another.
Just like the last scene, the last moon blade once again cut through the damaged vine armor, creating a long bloody gash on his chest. You could almost see the white ribs inside!
It hurts!
"Ah!" He roared angrily, his momentum skyrocketing!
He focused all the remaining seven rays of mana on the Qianwu Stick!
As if just in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of a demon wolf, raised his stick and hit it on the head!
At this moment, the Qianwu stick is more powerful than a thousand catties!
"Bang!"
Like a mallet striking a drum, or like a mountain stone cracking apart.
The demon wolf received this blow and immediately fell to the ground without saying a word and died.
Just when Yang Zhen was secretly happy, a dark shadow rushed in front of him like lightning...
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