Above the test array, there is a crystal ball, emitting a faint fluorescence.
The old man activated the test formation.
Chen Moxu's face suddenly became less relaxed.
Huge mental pressure poured down from the crystal ball, oppressing his spirit.
After about a cup of tea, Chen Moxu finally couldn't hold on anymore and his body became weak, so he squatted down.
He tried hard to control himself so as not to fall to one knee.
He is the prince of Xijiu and the future emperor. How can he be embarrassed in front of everyone?
"Psychic power, third level, qualified." The old man's cold voice came, and there was no longer any surprise.
The admission requirements for Jiulan Academy are the strength of an eighth-level warrior and the spiritual power of the third level.
But Chen Moxu actually only just reached the qualified level.
How high a person's spiritual power is and how broad his spiritual realm is, how far he can go in his future cultivation path.
Xuanyuan Yu looked at this scene with sarcasm on his face and said with a smile: "What a genius? He's just a mediocre person."
He has never had any good impression of the prince of Xijiu Kingdom, and his words are quite venomous.
Xuanyuan Yu still gritted his teeth with hatred when he remembered the time when Chen Moxu had tricked Luo'er in the Demon Cloud Forest and pushed her into the mouth of a hundred-foot giant python.
The next person to test was Qi Wangchen Mo Xuan.
"His Royal Highness King Qi, an eighth-level Mu Yuan warrior, is qualified."
"Mental power, level four, is relatively excellent."
The old voice had a hint of relief.
Ling Luo was a little surprised and said: "I didn't expect that Chen Moxuan, a traitor to his country, would have a further cultivation path in the future than Chen Moxu."
"It's not a good thing." Xuanyuan Yu sneered, "What's the fourth level? It's just trash."
Ling Luo was a little confused and said: "The fourth level is all trash? What about me, how many levels can my mental power reach?"
Before Xuanyuan Yu had time to answer, their team's test had already been scheduled.
"I'll go first." Xuanyuan Yu took the lead and stepped forward.
He put his hand on the spirit-testing stone, and a very light green brilliance appeared on the spirit-testing stone.
The old man in charge of the test frowned, looked at Xuanyuan Yu, and said, "Muyuan first-level warrior?"
"Yes." Xuanyuan Yu nodded nonchalantly.
The old man in charge of the test frowned even more tightly and said, "Unqualified."
Xuanyuan Yu raised the corners of his lips slightly in a dazzling arc and said: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can enroll in the school, why can't I? Everyone in Yingyang City knows that I once defeated him in one move."
"This..." The old man in charge of the test looked embarrassed, his face twisted into a knot, "This young man, we at Jiulan Academy have our own rules."
Xuanyuan Yu ignored the old man and walked directly to the center of the formation to test his mental power.
"Let's get started, I'll let you admit me as an exception."
There was an extremely confident smile on his face, and his peach blossom eyes curved into crescent moons.
Every entrance candidate must take two tests. The old man was suspicious and activated the formation.
The crystal ball emitted bursts of fluorescence.
Xuanyuan Yu stood in the center of the formation, with a calm and composed smile on his face, without any trace of hard work.
Time passed slowly, and the old man gradually increased his power, until within a stick of incense, he activated the formation to the highest level, the ninth level!
But Xuanyuan Yu was still smiling.
A layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on the old man's forehead, and he was extremely shocked and said: "Spiritual power, ninth level, extremely excellent!"