Heaven Awakening Path

Although there are no requirements other than student status. But there's not even a little bit of strength, which is inevitably too much. Mu Yongbing wanted to finish the number of applicants he was responsible for, but was biased by such a strange situation.

“How long have you been in college, so clueless?” Muyong reprimanded Luping.

“Three years,” Lupin said.

“Three years?” Mu Yong almost thought he heard wrong. In three years of college, even a little strength is not perceived. This talent, if counted backwards, is also quite top-notch.

“No power at all. What are you doing here?” Mu Yong, who never asked and would have registered, stopped in the air this time.

“I do!” Lupin said.

“Have you?” Mu Yong wondered.

Indeed, there are many powers that can be hidden, but Muyong is still quite confident in his judgment. Once his perceptual dysfunction stood out in this regard, and again, the Pointe Convention defined student identity. College students, although talented, mostly have limited exposure, limited boundaries, and incompetence does not stand out where. Mu Yong has been an examiner for the Pointe Games for seventeen years, and has seen many, many, many of them undeniably excellent, but so far no student has been able to conceal his perceptions by virtue of such abilities, because everyone is at a completely different level.

In front of this kid, he said he had the strength. Mu Yong doesn't think anyone would be stupid enough to tell a lie like this. What kind of idiot does this boy use?

Thinking about it, Muyong strengthened his perceptive abilities.

Discern!

Mu Yong specializes in perceived incompetence, which is in fact what Tianzhao College fourth grade students Shi Zhongtian mastered, but the same incomprehensibility, the level of the two people is not at one level.

Mu Yong's eyes suddenly lit up, which greatly increased the impact of the surge's spiritual power.

However, the teenager in front of him, Mu Yong, is still unable to perceive any spiritual movement.

“Don't be ridiculous.” The light faded in Mu Yong's eyes, "I didn't feel you had the strength to exist. ”

“A lot of people can't feel it.” Lupin said.

“Really?” Mu Yong's words are confident, "hopefully by a name I've heard. ”

So Lu Ping thought about it, the other side will surely hear the name...

“Wen Gecheng?” Lupin said.

pā.

Muyong's pen slipped onto the table.

“Which song is it?” Mu Yong asked, but his tone sounded like he was saying, "No way."

“The literature is singing.” Lupin said. The other party wanted a name he had heard, and Lupin thought about the candidate to meet the criteria, which seemed to be the most famous Wen Song.

Yes, the fame of literary songs is certainly the greatest, not only the range of candidates who meet this condition, but even if we look at the whole continent, the fame of literary songs is very, very great. He's just a two-pronged fixer, but there's no way fewer people know his name than there are people who know four colleges or six powerful people.

Because of his ability.

Infinitely unique and unique in the world.

There are a lot of people with literary songs that are just as powerful, but he is the only one on the entire continent with this alien power.

The ability of the sensory system to distinguish even the blood vessels is microscopic. So unique, many people even feel that the rating of Grade Six is somewhat inadequate.

Level 6 is already the highest level of the current exotic evaluation criteria. How can such a quaternary perceptual imbalance be compared to a microscopic ultra-six?

But the power of the road level cannot be seen in any small amount of time.

Isn't this cow a little overblown?

This was Mu Yong's first thought after surprise, he didn't believe it, absolutely not. Even microscopic perceptions can be avoided, which must be at least a six-level variation system power.

Soul Vanishing?

Ancient Tibetan?

Closed at six?

Muyong's brain quickly flashed past several legendary six-level variation systems. But the six-level power, apart from the very few, has to be mastered by at least three prodigal fixers. How could this teenager be in such a high position?

Impossible, impossible!

Mu Yong felt he was thinking too much. This teenager, thinking that writing songs can prove a problem, yes, it can prove that moving songs out is proof of your stupidity.

Go to hell!

Mu Yong cursed those who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth, and were no longer prepared to waste their tongues.

Wind College, Luping, 2923.

Mu Yong took down Luping's name, took down the number of this waist card, and threw the waist card in front of Luping at will.

“College, name.” He's already talking to the next enrolled student.

Lupin also noticed a strange emotional shift in Muyong. But anyway, he's already got a waist medal, and that's what he's after, and that's no longer his focus.

Walking off the registration counter, Luping waved his waist card to Su Tang.

“What's your number?” Su Tang asked.

“2923.” Lupin said.

“I am 2922.” Sultan showed Lupin her, and she was delighted that the two numbers were next to each other.

“I'm 29121...” The teenager Zhao Gangfeng called Xu Weifeng actually got it together.

“It seems that this basket starts here continuously.” Lupin said. To verify my guess, I immediately asked the person who had just signed up and left the registration desk: "What's your number? ”

“What?” This man is on alert, covering his waist tightly. From this moment on, we are all competitors. Even Lupin and Su Tang had a better relationship and had to win one when they met at the Pointe Convention.

“Think too much.” Lupin said to the vigilant student, "I'm just asking, I'm 29123. Are you connected to me?” Lupin showed him to look at himself first.

“Oh, I'm 2930.” This gentleman stopped hiding immediately, picked up his waist card and said to Lupin.

“Eh, no more connections.” Lupin said.

“So the three of us are better off!” Xu Weifeng said.

“Yes, yes, I hope to see you again.” Goodbye to Luping, Su Tang and Xu Weifeng.

“Ah? Are we leaving now? I'd like to buy you breakfast!” Xu Weifeng shouted, when he was beaten to the ground before, no one really saw that he was still such a lively and enthusiastic teenager.

“Next time!” Lupin said.

“Your name is Su Tang, your name is Lupin, right? I'll remember your names. I'll see you next time.” Xu Weifeng waved to the two of them.

“Goodbye!” Luping and Su Tang waved to Xu Weiwei and then left. They both have to go back and bring Sifan and Maureen in to sign up. Sifan's injuries are not yet ready and he has to rely on a wheelchair; Maureen is still in a state of decapitation, which is a little worrisome, but this guy's own mood is pretty good, especially when he eats.

There are more than a dozen days left in the Pointe Convention, but the registration is limited to these three days, so the two of them have to register first, then continue to take care of the injuries slowly, breakthrough.

It's too late, keep writing, and...