Gao Wu: One click to add points, I will directly reach the full level

"I hear it."

The dean at the side was so frightened that he was sweating coldly, and quickly pulled the girl who was still standing there.

Although this blue-clothed disciple is only in the realm of refining Qi, a single bullet can kill him.

Even the disciple in purple could be taken away by a bullet if he was caught off guard.

But behind them is Xuantianzong!
The mere Donghai No. [-] Middle School cannot afford to be offended.

No.2 was also a girl, and when she saw this, she hurriedly pressed her palm up, and looked at the top of her head, but couldn't see anything.

Wulinggen, poor aptitude.

The blue-clothed disciple looked indifferent, glanced at it, and said directly.

"next."

A boy came up nervously and rubbed his hands vigorously.

The disciple in blue sneered at the corner of his mouth, watching the boy put his palm on it.

At the same moment, a line of words emerged.

Wulinggen, poor aptitude.

"next."

When the boy heard the words, his eyes turned red immediately, and he walked off the stage in a daze.

"next."

"next."

"next."

The blue-clothed disciple was like a ruthless repetition machine. At first, everyone was a little uncomfortable, but later they became numb.

—In the blink of an eye, five or six hundred people, all of them have five spiritual roots, four spiritual roots, and none of them have three spiritual roots!
"It seems that what Zhao Hao said is true? There are so many people." Class [-] of the third year of high school, An Xier's class is also the last in order.

"Yeah, to be honest, I still had expectations in my heart at the beginning, but in the end so many people didn't have a chance, I became bearish. Maybe it's just a formality?"

"Me too."

"An Xi'er, I think I have no hope." Cheng Yu sighed.

"What if there is?" An Xi'er encouraged.

"how……"

At this moment, exclamations came and went.

"Three spirit roots!"

"It turned out to be the Three Spirit Roots!"

"Oh my god, it's Class [-]! Someone in Class [-] is actually a three-soul root!"

"I'm jealous.….…"

"That boy is really lucky. From today on, he is not the same as us, right?"

Thousands of people discussed, with shock, envy, jealousy, anticipation and so on in their eyes.

The principal, the teaching director and others were even more excited.

finally!
Finally got one!
Even the purple-clothed disciple who had been keeping his eyes closed opened his eyes, looked at the line of writing on the top of the boy's head, nodded slightly, and said, "That's right."

"Ah."

The blue-clothed disciple nodded, looked into the boy's eyes with more kindness, and said, "You wait here for a while."

"Yes, thank you Immortal! Thank you Immortal!" The boy burst into tears of gratitude.

He didn't even have any expectations, and planned to leave silently after putting his palm on it.

As a result, there was a huge commotion under the stage.

"You don't need to be called Xianchang," said the blue-clothed disciple with a rare smile on his face, "If you can pass the entry test within three months, from now on, you and I will be called senior brothers."

"Yes! I will definitely work hard!" The boy clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

"Well, next."

The blue-clothed disciple continued the previous process.

"I really envy that boy? Will he be able to move into Xuantianzong tonight?"

"Yeah, I don't need to lock the door every night, and I don't feel uneasy anymore."

"Don't be too happy too early. Didn't you hear what the fairy said? You still have to pass the entrance examination. If you don't pass, you can move out when the time comes. Wouldn't it be more embarrassing?"

All of a sudden, all kinds of discussions came out.

Time passed little by little.

Soon, more than 1000 people in the first grade of senior high school will be tested soon.

So far, in the entire first year of high school, except for that boy, everyone else is a pseudo-spiritual root.

"Preparation for the second grade."

The dean said something, and his face was a little ugly.

The three students with better aptitude in No. [-] Middle School are basically from the first grade. The older they are, the more limited their potential is, right?
"next."

"next."

"next."

Just like Gao -, students go up one by one, and then come down one by one.

When the third class was tested, there was another exclamation from the audience.

"It's another three spiritual roots!" "It's from Class [-] and [-]!"

"Two three spirit roots!"

"I'm so envious!"

The boy also knew what happened, his eyes were full of expectation, and from the corner of his eyes, he looked at the man in purple.

However, the latter did not open his eyes this time.

The blue-clothed disciple nodded and said, "That's right, why don't you wait here for a while?"

"Yes, Immortal Elder."

The boy hurriedly nodded, walked to the side, looked at the boy in the first year of high school, and laughed.

No matter how you say it, they are entering the fairy gate, and they are taking two different paths from those teachers and classmates in the past.

"next."

"next."

The following process was so boring and tedious that many people began to feel drowsy.

There are thousands of people in the second grade of high school, but only one Sanlinggen came out.

"Start preparing in the third grade of high school."

The voice of the dean came from the loudspeaker.

The principal and the others looked at each other with helplessness in their eyes.

From this point of view, No. [-] middle school can’t keep up with No. [-] middle school, right?
After all, not to mention three people from No. [-] Middle School, one of them is a genius with double spiritual roots.

"next."

"next."

"next."

The entire third grade of high school has been carried out to the second class of the third year of high school, but there is still no one.

The head teachers of the third year of high school and the school leaders were completely desperate.

The students in Class [-], Grade [-], were also ashen-faced.

"Could it be that I am also a pseudo-spiritual root?"

An Xi'er put her hands in front of her body, feeling nervous.

What if he is also a pseudo-spiritual root?
that family...
And who is my brother to look for?
"Don't think too much," the head teacher's voice rang in everyone's ears, "There are very few people with good aptitude, you know?"

After the voice fell, everyone in the second class finished testing, but there was still no one.

The purple-clothed disciple opened his eyes at this time, let out a long breath and said, "This trip is a bit disappointing, isn't it?"

Even the two three spirit roots around him are actually like that.

After all, during the three-month assessment period, at least half of the people would not pass.

"Yes, Senior Brother Li."

The disciple in blue echoed, calling for the next one.

Soon, more than half the number of people.

"next."

Ye Yun plucked up his courage and put his palm on it.

The next moment, the entire venue fell silent.

"God! Heavenly Spirit Root!"

The disciple in blue exclaimed, his eyeballs almost fell out.

"What! Heavenly Spirit Root!"

The purple-clothed disciple suddenly stood up and looked up.