I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

However, in the end, except for the three named formation masters from Lingshan College, no one else entered.

The deputy dean was expressionless, "I think the assessment is over."

Royal Academy Instructor: "Isn't that kid inside not out yet?"

"Whether he comes out or not won't change any outcome, and who knows when he will come out?"

The formation master was sent in.

But the deputy director still didn't think that the boy who was slipperier than a loach would be found so easily.

Instead of wasting time waiting for him.

It's better to just declare it over.

Let him hide it.

There is something you can hide for a lifetime and never come out.

"In that case, let's declare it over." The tutor of Tianyuan College had no objection.

The instructor of Cangming College is even more unlikely to have any objections. He is still waiting to bring back those few good talents.

The instructor of Qingyun College raised his eyelids and looked like it had nothing to do with him.

"Okay." The vice president nodded.

Except for the opinions of the tutors from the four major colleges, which he needs to consider, the opinions of other people cannot influence him in the slightest.

Cleared his throat.

The vice-president raised his eyes and glanced at the small world monks below who were still discussing something in low voices: "The assessment is over."

The words fell.

He waved his sleeves.

Then he continued with a dull face: "Did you see the number on your palm? This is the number of foreigners you killed before. Now you can go to the academy of your choice to register."

As the vice president finished speaking.

Representative disciples from various major colleges walked to the square one after another.

They began to set up photo walls for each family just like they did at Feiyun Tower.

Sit back and wait.

What is different from before is that this time, each representative disciple directly used his fingers to carve a few large, glowing characters on the bluestone ground in front of him:

'Anyone with more than 150 kills can enter. '

'Those who kill more than a hundred people can enter. '

'Those who have killed more than eighty can enter. '

'Those who have killed more than sixty can enter. '

'...'

Each word representing the disciple's feet has similar content.

All are requirements for the number of foreigners killed before.

"They didn't even need to test it, and just judged it based on this thing?"

Mu Yiqiu glanced at the numbers on his palm with a complicated look.

Three hundred and ninety-five.

It looks good.

After all, the requirements of the four major colleges are only one hundred and fifty.

As a child of destiny, she has gone far beyond that.

But compared to Ning Ruan, this number cannot even catch up to half of hers.

Ning Ruan is fine.

This is a perversion.

But even that little kid Ying Bei is four hundred and forty-four.

This was the result of him being kicked out early by Ning Ruan.

Mu Yiqiu felt frustrated for a moment, but quickly adjusted her mentality and continued to poke Ning Ruan's arm, "By the way, your third senior brother hasn't come out yet, right? Why don't you look worried?"

It's not just junior sister Ning Ruan who isn't worried.

None of her senior brothers, including her master and uncle, were worried.

Oh.

They seemed to have completely forgotten that there was someone who hadn't come out yet.

Hear the words.

Ning Ruan finally reacted and glanced at her, "Didn't a tutor from Lingshan College go in? They should be able to bring my third senior brother out."

"He's fine. At most he just...hides better."

Mu Yiqiu: "???"

Others who heard this also said: "..."

There were many people gathered around the registration point.

But the Son of Destiny is not among them.

Even Liu Yun's people were all stared at fiercely by the instructors in mid-air.

call out!

But in the blink of an eye.

In front of Ning Ruan and the others, there was another figure.

Wearing a black robe, there is an awe-inspiring look between his brows.

Not angry but assertive, this is generally the case.

The person who came was none other than the instructor of Cangming College.

He looked at Ning Ruan, then glanced at Luo Yue, Mo Xuan, and Yan Liang behind Ning Ruan, "You are all sword cultivators, and Cangming Academy is the place where sword cultivators should go."

The words fell.

He frowned.

His sharp eyes suddenly moved to the person among the few people who he almost didn't notice.

His eyes narrowed slightly, "And you, very nice and interesting."

"How about you come to Cangming Academy?"

"Not at all." Before Ning Ruan could reply, another voice suddenly came from mid-air, "You surnamed Lu, do you want to be shameless? We haven't even done anything yet, and you robbed someone in front of him?"

The Royal Academy tutor's voice was quite loud.

All the monks in the square subconsciously cast their gazes in this direction.

Even the representative disciples in charge of admissions were staring here with interest.

It is rare for several major colleges to compete for the Destiny Child.

"Cangming Academy is indeed a good place for sword cultivators. But as far as I know, you are from the same sect in the small world. You must want to be together now. But Cangming Academy only accepts sword cultivators. If you go Cangming, we can’t be together.”

The tutor from the Royal Academy had a serious expression, as if he was doing the best for you.

"So, come to our Royal Academy. Whether it's swordsmanship, spiritual masters or summoners from all departments, our Royal Academy wants them all."

The teacher of Tianyuan College's lips twitched slightly, but he was also not far behind, but his target was not just the few here, there were another group of Destiny's Sons that he had to take back:

"I am the tutor of Tianyuan College. I don't think I need to say more. You should have already understood the Natural College. Since you are the son of destiny, you should naturally choose the first college, and I, Tianyuan, am the well-deserved number one."

The instructor of Qingyun College curled his lips, said nothing, and continued to close his eyes and meditate.