Huo Yuhao walked to the center of the field. Two teachers were responsible for acting as referees. This was to better protect the safety of the students.
The referee on the left asked: "What are you majoring in?"
Huo Yuhao said respectfully: "Control system."
The referee said: "Choose the soul beast you want to assess. Remember, the control system should reflect the word control as much as possible. There is only one assessment opportunity, so seize it carefully. The level of the soul beast is based on hundred years, from one hundred years to the highest.
A thousand years."
Everyone was paying great attention to Huo Yuhao, and they only hoped to learn more information from this assessment. After all, it was the first time for most of them to face a soul beast.
Only Sun Wukong was different. After hearing what the referee said, he turned to Wang Yan and asked: "Teacher Wang, is the highest limit only a thousand years? There are obviously ten thousand years in the fighting beast area, can I choose ten thousand years?"
"Why do you think of choosing Wannian? Although you seem to have said that you have the strength to fight against Wannian Soul Beast, it is obviously irresponsible to ask a sophomore to fight against Wannian. If you even think about choosing, the academy will not allow it."
Wang Yan looked at Sun Wukong and said seriously.
Sun Wukong was not very interested after hearing this. After saying "Oh", he continued to pay attention to Huo Yuhao's assessment. Since he could only choose the thousand-year soul beast, this assessment could not even make him want to fight.
Huo Yuhao's eyes flashed and he said solemnly: "I choose a hundred-year soul beast."
"One hundred years? Are you sure?" The assessment teacher thought that he heard wrongly. The students who can represent the class first in the battle are all the best. Only one hundred years is chosen. This is too bad. Even if it is a control system
Fighting soul masters shouldn’t be like this either!
Huo Yuhao affirmed: "Yes, I choose a hundred years." His voice was so loud that teachers and students in the distance could hear it.
Zhou Yi only felt that her vision was dark. I shouldn't have listened to him yesterday and let him play first. Now I have to be teased to death by Hibiscus. However, things run according to Murphy's law, and the reality is always worse than you predicted.
There were a lot of people. Not only did Hibiscus give her a sneer look, but many of the students also laughed out loud.
Huh? It shouldn't be! Since Huo Yuhao is back, it means that he has obtained the second martial spirit. According to my perception, even if the little scorpion's cultivation is sealed, it will definitely bring him a lot of benefits, let alone
In addition, his current soul power is about level 26! Excluding Lao Sun, he is in the top ten. But he still chose a hundred years. What is this kid doing?
Sun Wukong closed his eyes, and in Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea, Sun Wukong's spiritual mind awakened.
"Xiao Yuhao is still too cautious. He doesn't trust me at all. How could he harm him?"
As soon as he woke up, he heard the whispers of a big bug named Tianmeng Ice Silkworm. This big bug was really noisy, so Sun Wukong hid himself and observed secretly.
Next to Tianmeng, Ice Emperor refused to accept Tianmeng's point of view and said: "What's wrong with being cautious? If he had been careless, we would have been exposed and our plan would have completely failed."
"Yes, yes, Xiao Bingbing is right, or I didn't think carefully enough. My Xiao Bingbing is indeed beautiful and smart at the same time!" Tian Meng was busy flattering her, with an expression that really looked like a general manager.
"Disgusting!" This sentence was said by Sun Wukong. Although the Ice Emperor also hated Tian Meng's face, she couldn't do it if you asked her to refute what Tian Meng said. After all, it was a compliment to her!
"Don't be so talkative, the assessment is about to begin. Shut up and watch." Ice Emperor Jiao scolded, but Meng Bingsi didn't seem to care much that day and was still smiling, seemingly taking Ice Emperor's scolding as a compliment.
At Huo Yuhao's insistence, the referee teacher nodded and said: "A hundred-year-old soul beast will be randomly selected to assess you. Are you ready?"
Huo Yuhao said without hesitation: "Ready."
"The assessment begins." The referee teacher made a gesture to the distance, and only heard the sounds of machines. A huge iron gate in the distance slowly opened, and the sound of running wildly came from the dark corridor. The sound was still there before.
The students who laughed at Huo Yuhao suddenly became quiet. Facing this situation for the first time, they couldn't help but feel an inexplicable pressure in their hearts.
A ray of green light suddenly emerged from the deep cave at an extremely fast speed, running dozens of meters almost in an instant and heading towards Huo Yuhao.
Oh! It’s a puppy. I wonder how Huo Xiaozi will deal with it? Sun Wukong is sitting cross-legged on the sea of spirits, watching the assessment from Huo Yuhao’s first-person perspective. It feels so cool. It’s a pity that the benefactor didn’t wake up for some reason. He may be repairing it.
Divine consciousness, right?
The body is about two meters long, about one meter high, with green hair swaying in the wind, and a pair of brown eyes full of mania. It is the common speed soul beast Wind Spirit Wolf.
At this moment, Huo Yuhao suddenly changed. Under everyone's shocked gaze, two blood-red halos instantly rose from his feet, and there were even four faint golden lines flashing on each halo.
As they rose, Huo Yuhao's eyes also turned bright red. A terrifying aura that seemed to come from the ancient wilderness burst out, and everyone seemed to see a layer of light red blood reflected in his eyes.
The body is the center and spreads suddenly.
At this moment, his small body was as shocking as the ancient demon god.
"Ouch--" Feng Linglang screamed. His running body suddenly stopped, and then turned into a rolling gourd. It instantly collapsed to the ground, with feces and urine flowing out.
At the same time, countless wailing sounds echoed in the deep caves far away from the Colosseum. Sun Wukong's face also changed drastically, and his spiritual mind continued to sleep and returned to his body.
Now the entire Colosseum is being suppressed by a pressure. Everyone around Sun Wukong has released their martial spirits, and Sun Wukong is no exception. However, most people rely on their martial spirits to resist the pressure, but he does not.
Sun Wukong firmly suppressed the golden cudgel in his hand. For the second time, his good cudgel was out of his control. The golden cudgel kept trembling, as if it was not suppressed by Sun Wukong, and it had already rushed out.
The strength of the golden cudgel is getting stronger and stronger. Sun Wukong has no choice but to use his spiritual consciousness to control the golden cudgel. Coupled with the enhanced method of controlling objects, just suppressing the golden cudgel has made Sun Wukong sweat profusely and become different from the people around him.
Same.
Not only the spirit beasts kept in the Colosseum reacted, but all the teachers and students present had a strong reaction. They only felt that there seemed to be an unmatched terrifying beast in front of them, and the extreme fear made them subconsciously
Release your martial spirit and go all out to make a defensive posture.
Some of the timid female students even cried "Wow". Even the teachers all looked pale and looked at the not-so-tall figure in the center of the field in horror.
Du Weilun had already stood up from his seat. On his body, eight soul rings shone with light. Facing the aura of a hundred thousand year old soul beast, he was no exception and released his martial soul immediately.
The red color gradually subsided, and the blood in Huo Yuhao's eyes faded first, and then the two red soul rings on his body disappeared. The terrifying and oppressive aura a moment ago was gone, and everything returned to normal. Huo Yuhao brought
The pressure that came did not reach far, it just spread within the Colosseum.
At this time, the golden cudgel also gradually became quiet. Sun Wukong finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the golden cudgel and found that the drop of blood that was originally stable in the center of the cudgel now spread out and turned into patterns wrapped around the black color of the golden cudgel.
On the stick.
Was that drop of blood triggered by the breath and started to riot? Is it possible that it sensed the hostility and refused to accept it? It shouldn't be! Can this random drop of my blood be conscious?
