Soul-Slaying Girl: All the contracts I contracted are ancient divine weapons.

In the general command room, a long oval table was now filled with people.

Chen Pupu, the dean of Ivy College, and Zhao Hu, deputy captain of the Shenlan City Protector, were also among them.

But their seats are at the end.

Sitting in front of them were the heads of each major district.

Over the years, the military region has attached great importance to the assessment of spirit contract masters. The heads of each region were personally present in order to prevent errors in the assessment process.

But this year is especially special.

Because there was an old man sitting at the front of the long oval table.

With him sitting there, all the heads of the major districts sat down obediently, like quails, not daring to express their anger.

On the huge broadcast screen, the scene of Wang Lumao piercing the black insect with one shot was being played.

At this time, the old man slowly spoke and said: "It's okay."

The middle-aged man sitting first on his left snorted.

"With S-level talent, it takes so much effort to kill a first-level beast. Teacher, it's far worse than the batch from the past."

The speaker is the person in charge of the first region, Wei Qing.

The first area is mainly responsible for the head-on confrontation with the main force of the Zerg alien beasts on the battlefield. It can be called a terrifying meat grinder. Being able to survive that kind of battlefield and become the person in charge, as soon as Wei Qing opened his mouth, he felt that the whole room was filled with a strong murderous energy.

"Bang!" Then, the person in charge of the first district was slapped hard on the back of the head.

Everyone looks at their noses with their eyes and their minds with their noses.

The old man whom Wei Qing called his teacher slowly withdrew his hand. "Niang Xipi, how many times have I told you not to talk about labor? Do you want to be my labor?"

"No, I don't dare..." Wei Qing, who was not even afraid of the eighth-level insect emperor on the battlefield, quickly lowered his head.

The old man moved his eyes and looked to the other side. "Lin Jingxuan, tell me what you think."

"Yes!" A thin man wearing black-rimmed glasses adjusted his glasses out of habit and responded.

Lin Jingxuan, the person in charge of the second district.

The second area is mainly responsible for the full power of the United Front, and the United Front is under his command. If Wei Qing is an absolute martial artist, Lin Jingxuan is an absolute wise general.

"As an S-class spiritual master, his talent development is still at its most basic stage. He is very unfamiliar with using it."

"As an S-level contract spirit, her power seems to be 20% weaker than expected. Otherwise, she should be able to directly penetrate the body of the first-level black worm without waiting for the triggering characteristic [Fairy Spirit Qi] to reach One hit kill."

"It may be that the spiritual source is leaked due to an uncontrolled lifestyle."

Lin Jingxuan almost stripped Wang Lumao and Xiao Mei of their underwear with just a few words.

"How many times have I told you, half of what I know, but you tell me everything because you think you don't die fast enough?"

Lin Jingxuan subconsciously held his head with both hands. He was about to block the blow to the head in advance, but he used his extremely quick reaction to forcefully remove his hands and get hit.

After teaching the leaders of the first and second districts a lesson, the old man sat back down in his seat.

The other district leaders who were not asked questions all breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like they were not being asked questions by the teacher in class.

……

Combat assessment area.

Wang Lumao and Xiao Mei finally succeeded in breaking through the difficulty level seven of the combat test, breaking the previous record of difficulty level six of Ivy League College, and received a round of applause.

Next up were Han Zhan and Xia Youwei.

When they entered the battle space, from the cage opposite, one, two, three... ten first-order black insects filed out of it.

At the same time, the examiner's voice sounded: "Test difficulty one: first-order black bugs, ten."

"Ten?"

"I read that right, isn't there only one in difficulty level one? Just now, Wang Lumao and the others only had to deal with seven when they reached level seven."

"Is this the official targeting? Haha, now it's interesting."

"He deserves it. Let him do it. Choose an E-level waste bonded spirit. Don't you like to mess it up? Let him do it!"

Faced with the doubts of many people, the examiner also gave an answer: "The difficulty of the test varies from person to person. It is to select elites. SSS-level talents should be ten times more difficult than others in order to convince the public."

"That's right!"

"well said!"

"support!"

A group of people who did not mind the excitement shouted, and the broadcast camera focused on Han Zhan's face and gradually zoomed in.

However, there was no anger or inequality on Han Zhan's face as expected.

"The assessment rules don't seem to be like this." In the general command room, the old man said for the second time.

Zhao Hu, who was sitting at the end, could only stand up and replied: "This is a temporary addition by our Shenlan City Guardians. We believe that this young man wasted his talent and set a very bad example, so... …”

"I think there's no problem. This was the difficulty we had back then. Over the years, we've let these little guys be comfortable for too long!"

"How many Spiritual Contractor soldiers die every day on the front line to create such a relatively peaceful environment for them. Such a waste of talent should be exiled to the lower city. He is not worthy of staying here!"

Wei Qing stood up and spoke for Zhao Hu.

This time he didn't talk about labor, and the old man just said "hmm" and didn't speak again.

Everyone in the general command room did not think that Han Zhan, as a first-level spiritual contract master, could deal with ten black insects at once.

In the picture, Xia Youwei beside Han Zhan has transformed into the form of a pale pink Fuxi guqin.

Han Zhan held it in front of him, his clothes rustled when the wind blew, and he looked quite like an immortal.

"Come on." Han Zhan looked at the ten black insects in front of him and said softly.

As if they understood what he said, or were irritated by his casual attitude, ten black bugs swarmed up and pounced towards Han Zhan.

Facing these ten black insects, Han Zhan didn't even look at them, he just put his right hand lightly on Fuxi Qin.

Pull the strings!

Zheng!

The strings of Fuxi Qin were plucked, and among the trembling strings, accompanied by the sound of cracking silk, a huge air blade visible to the naked eye condensed in front of Han Zhan in the blink of an eye.

The air blade took shape instantly, and as Han Zhan waved his hand and strummed the string, it was pushed out at a horizontal angle, with overwhelming force!

The black worm had no time to react before it was penetrated by the air blade.

The sound of ten heads falling to the ground sounded,

Ten black bugs, die!

Silence!

In the originally noisy assessment venue, everyone seemed to have their throats strangled and could not make a sound.

Instant kill.

A real flash sale!

From the moment the Korean War took action to the time when the black bug fell to the ground, the process was so fast that it was jaw-dropping.

Is that really just an E-level bonded spirit? Tell me, is this an E-level waste spirit? So who are the others, worse than trash?

At this moment, everyone, whether they were on the scene or watching the broadcast, was shocked, and was shocked into silence.

In the silence, they all heard Han Zhan's calm but extremely pretentious voice.

"This song breaks the formation."