What about the awakened scholar?Transfer directly to Confucianism and Sword Immortal

While Fang Mu was thinking, he suddenly discovered that the Shuxian system interface had also changed a bit.

There are a total of eleven books in the bookshelf on that interface, and the others are all dusty, only the "Analects of Confucius" exuding a hazy white light.

The white light became more and more intense, and then it actually gathered into a ball, floating towards the talent value.

[Talent +10]

Fang Mu's eyes widened, he didn't expect such benefits.

"If I read enough books, wouldn't I be able to gain a lot of talent for nothing every day?"

"No, it should be that there is a requirement for the quality of the book..."

Fang Mu suddenly thought of this.

"Unfortunately, reading this kind of book is too tiring, otherwise I would read it every day!"

Fang Mu smiled wryly.

Although an Analects of Confucius has brought him many benefits, it consumes his mind and is far less relaxing than reading a novel.

"Let's go back to the dormitory and sleep first."

Fang Mu yawned, bought something from the vending machine on the road to satisfy his stomach, and then returned to his bed and fell asleep.

The next day, he arrived at the battle group building early in the morning.

Originally, he was still trying to make an excuse to explain why he didn't report for duty yesterday morning, but Fang Mu was shocked to find that Hong Feng didn't find out about it at all.

"I seem to be ignored?"

Fang Mu smiled wryly as he watched those students enter the training halls one by one, and then went to the library on his own.

For him, reading is practice, and the effect is not necessarily worse than others.

Since the fatigue after reading the Analects of Confucius has not yet recovered, Fang Mu decided to read some relaxing books first.

Although the effects of these books are not as good as the classics, they don't take a lot of brains, and they can also accumulate the progress of the main task.

For the next few days, he spent time in the library.

Fiction books did not increase Fang Mu's ability much, but his experience increased a lot.

Therefore, although his cultivation progress has only increased to level [-], he has raised all other skills to level [-].

[Gentleman's Spirit] After reaching the fourth level, Fang Mu obviously felt a qualitative change in himself from the inside out.

It was as if there was a gust of fresh wind circulating in his body, which not only swept away his fatigue, but also improved Fang Mu's aura by a large amount invisibly.

Therefore, even if he hides in the corner of the library and reads, he will attract the attention of some passing female students, and even the old aunt who manages the books is very gentle to him.

[Benevolence Body] After reaching the fourth level, Fang Mu is full of strength as if he has gone through a lot of tempering.

Now, his physical fitness is sixteen times that of a life profession of the same level!
Even for Gao Junhao's ninja class, Fang Mu is twice as good as him at the same level!
What's more, his upgrade speed is definitely not slower than those people.

Turning on the phone and entering the group chat named "Anyang Ninth High School Fighter", Fang Mu began to peek at the screen.

[Lan Xiaohao—Warrior]: Brothers, the test is going to take place tomorrow, so I'm a little nervous!
[Xu Peng—Master]: No, brother Hao, you are almost at level ten now, right?In less than a week, he was promoted to five levels!Are you still nervous?
[Lan Xiaohao—Warrior]: Harm, what is this? Brother Junhao is almost at level fifteen.

As soon as these words came out, the whole group erupted.

"Fuck, level [-]! Awesome!"

"The boss is the boss, it seems that this time the squad leader of our No. [-] middle school is Brother Junhao!"

……

Gao Junhao at the other end of the screen was extremely proud after the rainbow fart was filmed.

Especially seeing the word monitor, Gao Junhao was full of anticipation.

In this era, only the best students in the class can hold the position of monitor, and he has missed it countless times over the years.

There was no other reason, it was just being suppressed by Fang Mu.

Otherwise, with Gao Junhao's strength, he would be a well-deserved monitor in other classes.

"It's a pity, now you are no longer qualified to be compared with me."

Gao Junhao said to himself, then shook his head.

"My goal should be the geniuses of other high schools in Anyang City, not a waste who has awakened to a career in life!"

……

"Quiz? Almost forgot about it."

Fang Mu, who was watching the screen, found the point.

He usually does not have to paddle in training, but he must be present in the test, otherwise he will be eliminated.

If he wanted to go out of the city to kill monsters, he had to get the permission of the battle hall, so he must not die here.

late at night.

Ninth Middle School, the battle group building.

A special vehicle of the battle hall drove into it, and dozens of fully armed battle hall personnel came down from it.

"Boss Hong, the goods are already in place, are you sure you want to do this?"

A voice sounded.

"I don't like cultivating waste. With their average strength, if they can't even deal with these wastes, then I don't have the qualifications to continue wasting my time."

The words landed loudly, and the atmosphere couldn't help becoming silent.

In the night, Hong Feng's resolute face was slowly revealed under the moonlight.

He looked up into the distance, and then sighed deeply.

"In a few years, that door will not be able to hold on anymore, time is waiting!"

Hong Feng said silently in his heart.

"Treat them harder now, and they will live longer in the future..."

……

The next day.

All students gathered in the battle hall.

The wild environment is simulated here, there are various rockery ponds, and there are traces of fighting everywhere.

The venue is very wide, even if there are more than 100 people standing, it doesn't look crowded at all.

Hong Feng looked at the crowd and left after only saying a word.

"There are weapons in the open space over there. The number is limited. First come, first served. The moment you get the weapons, the test will begin!"

The next moment, all the students rushed towards the open space.

No one is a fool, and since the number is limited, some people are doomed not to get weapons.

Regardless of the content of the test, armed people always have an advantage over unarmed people.

And for professions such as mages and archers, it is basically useless without weapons.

On the open space in the distance, various weapons such as swords, bows and arrows, staffs and so on are placed in a pile.

Everyone is like a vicious dog pouncing on food, splitting these things up in an instant.

Those who got the weapons were excited, while those who did not have the weapons were full of sadness.

Fang Mu walked slowly at the end, and had no intention of participating in the behavior of the crowd.

In his current state, whether he has a weapon or not doesn't matter much.

"Hey, what's under those black cloths?"

Someone pointed to the vicinity of the open space, where there was something covered in black cloth.

The person rolled his eyes and rushed to a black cloth bag, and he opened it excitedly.

If there is any special weapon inside, then I can make a lot of money.

This person thinks so.

But the next moment, he froze.

Then, he stepped back step by step, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

"What's wrong with this man?"

A student asked a question, and just after finishing speaking, he heard a hysterical roar.

"It's...a monster!"

Click, click, under the black cloth, protruded an extremely ugly claw.