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Chapter 50

Um?

Everyone was puzzled.

Nangong Tianxuan was beaten into a pig's head by him.

Zhao Qiming was beaten to the point where he fell to his knees.

Even Xu Wuya was seriously injured by Mo Xingyun because of him.

What else does he have to do?

Ji Qingchen's delicate body trembled slightly behind the crowd.

Today's Jun Wushuang is too strong and too domineering.

She didn't want to go up there and be humiliated.

Ji Qingchen turned around without hesitation and fled into the Royal Martial Arts Academy.

"Ji Qingchen, you can escape the first day of the new year, but you can't escape the fifteenth day. Now that I'm here, I will kill you!"

Jun Wushuang stared coldly at Ji Qingchen's running back.

A blood feud must be avenged.

But there is obviously no chance today.

Moreover, what Jun Wushuang was talking about was not Ji Qingchen.

His eyes turned and fell on Lin Mengyao.

"Meng Yao, go test your talent and let these rubbish from the Royal Martial Arts Academy see what a true genius is!"

Jun Wushuang smiled and spoke, but Lin Mengyao looked stunned.

Test talent?

I'm just a young master's maid, what kind of talent can I have?

But she always obeyed the young master's words.

Although I was confused at this time, I still did as I was told.

"What did he say? Isn't it self-humiliating to ask his little maid to test her talent?"

"Yes, he still dares to insult the mentors as trash and talk about real geniuses. I think when the results come out soon, he will definitely be slapped in the face."

"There are not even a hundred but eighty little maids like this in my family. If she is a genius, then I am a stupid pig!"

Everyone looked confused when they saw Lin Mengyao.

They recognized at a glance that Lin Mengyao was just a maid of Jun Wushuang.

Moreover, Lin Mengyao's strength is very weak, only at the seventh level of body casting realm.

Without the Vientiane Realm, you are not even qualified to participate in the admissions assessment.

The seventh level of the Casting Realm, isn't that just for fun?

Jun Wushuang is very strong.

But it was just the fox pretending to be the tiger's power and relying on the Zhennan King's order.

As for himself, I'm afraid he's just a straw bag.

And his little maid was even more miserable.

For a moment, everyone was full of ridicule, waiting for Lin Mengyao to fail the test and slap Jun Wushuang in the face.

"A country bumpkin is a country bumpkin. He is self-righteous. The most important thing our Royal Martial Arts Academy lacks is genius. How dare you talk so brazenly about real genius? It's really ridiculous."

Nangong Tianxuan covered his cheeks and stared at Jun Wushuang with a look of resentment.

"You are acting like a clown and trying to please others. I want to see how you get slapped in the face later!"

Zhao Qiming managed to stand up with the help of Instructor Yun, but this shame could never be washed away.

"Little maid, how ridiculous!"

Xu Wuya sneered, feeling that Jun Wushuang was slapping him in the face.

With his strength, he can naturally see Lin Mengyao's true identity.

The seventh level of the Casting Realm, with ordinary blood and ordinary physique.

Such a person has a fart talent!

Mo Xingyun frowned slightly.

He knew that Jun Wushuang was not an aimless person.

But when he looked at Lin Mengyao, he also didn't see anything extraordinary.

Could it be that this time, you really slap yourself in the face?

Jun Wushuang smiled and gave Lin Mengyao an encouraging look.

Lin Mengyao suddenly felt calm.

She didn't know why the young master wanted her to test her talent.

But since it was the young master who said it, it must not be wrong.

Think about this.

Lin Mengyao took a deep breath, raised her slender hand, and placed it on the talent stone.

The talent stone is as tall as a person and has nine stars on it. If you light up three of them, you will be qualified.

Close your eyes and run [Qinglian Sword Song].

Everyone stared at the talent stone intently.

one star!

Two stars!

Samsung!

Four stars!

Five stars!

Six stars!

Seven stars!

Eight stars!

Nine stars!

All nine stars lit up, shocking the whole audience!

Since the establishment of the Royal Martial Academy, there has never been a nine-star talent.

Even His Highness the Crown Prince, who is said to be rare in a thousand years, is only an eight-star talent.

Lin Mengyao!

A humble little maid.

He actually has a nine-star talent.

This...this is simply incredible!

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

Nangong Tianxuan kept shaking his head, unable to accept this result.

As the eldest son of the Nangong family, he only has a six-star talent.

A little maid of Jun Wushuang actually surpassed herself and His Highness the Crown Prince?

This is simply a fantasy!

At this time, not only Nangong Tianxuan, but everyone including Zhao Qiming, Xu Wuya and Mo Xingyun were all shocked.

One is a humble and ordinary little maid.

One is a peerless genius with nine-star talent.

No one can put these two together.

This result was like an invisible slap, hitting everyone hard in the face.

Whoosh!

At this moment.

A ray of cyan sword light burst out from Lin Mengyao's body.

The talent stone couldn't bear it and cracked directly.

The crack was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had been cut in half by a peerless sword.

At this moment, this green sword light soared into the sky and went straight into the sky.

next moment.

The entire imperial capital saw this cyan sword light.

Not only that.

The flowers, plants and trees in the imperial capital were all lit up at this time, and green light flew out, sharp as a sword.

Grass and trees are all swords!

At this moment, a vision of heaven and earth appeared.

Countless rays of blue light soared into the sky, like thousands of sharp swords, criss-crossing in the sky, splitting the sky.

These green lights transformed into a huge green lotus.

As soon as Qinglian came out, everyone in the imperial capital felt an extremely sharp sword intent.

This sword intention made everyone's hair stand on end.

It was as if there was an invisible sharp sword hanging above his head, which could fall down at any time and take his life.

"Use grass and trees as swords, use heaven and earth as thoughts."

"She actually realized the Qinglian Sword Intent. This is the potential of a great swordsman!"

Mo Xingyun's eyes almost popped out.

As a sword cultivator, he is more sensitive to the sword's will.

Lin Mengyao's Green Lotus Sword Intent is stronger than his Jiuxian Sword Intent.

This shows that the opponent's sword cultivation talent is far superior to his own.

Whoosh!

A sword light, full of sacred aura, surrounded Lin Mengyao, making her look like a peerless swordsman.

"The Holy Body of Ten Thousand Swords, she is actually the Holy Body's genius!"

Mo Xingyun exclaimed again.

Holy body, extremely rare.

In the entire Daqian Dynasty, only His Highness the Crown Prince possesses the Holy Body.

And now, the second holy body appears!

It is Lin Mengyao’s Ten Thousand Swords Saint Body!

"This must be fake!"

Zhao Qiming's face turned pale.

The Royal Martial Arts Academy does not lack geniuses, but it lacks unparalleled geniuses.

There are thirty thousand Tiandi Xuanhuang level four students, but none of them can compare to Lin Mengyao.

But Lin Mengyao is Jun Wushuang's little maid.

This huge contrast made Zhao Qiming so angry that he vomited blood.

"Mengyao, come back!"

Jun Wushuang spoke, and Lin Mengyao obediently left the talent stone and stood behind Jun Wushuang with a low eyebrow.

This scene made everyone feel depressed and wanted to vomit blood.

Slap in the face!

What a slap in the face!

This gave the Royal Martial Arts Academy a severe slap in the face.

And the Royal Martial Arts Academy has no way to refute it.

Seeing this scene, Jun Wushuang's lips curled up slightly.

"Royal Martial Arts Academy? It's just rubbish!"

puff!

Everyone was so angry that they vomited blood!


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