Global Trial

"Aren't my points not hard-earned money?" I don't know if he was infected by Xia Mingdong, but 91's way of speaking suddenly resembled Xia Mingdong's. To put it simply, Xia Mingdong's words were poisonous.

Xia Mingdong shrugged, indifferently said: "So each depends on his ability."

91 raised his chin and made a proud expression: "Then come on, I know what you want to do."

Xia Mingdong: "..."

Suddenly there is an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, he felt a pain in the back of his neck, followed by his legs becoming sore and limp, and he couldn't help shaking, wanting to curse but feeling unreasonable.

When will that damn blood slave bracelet be able to stop eating?

After Ning Ge sucked the blood, he turned into a black cat and rushed towards 91.

Ren Sheng also spewed fire and thunder, aiming at 91.

Xia Mingdong said three words to Cen Heng, signaling the other party to play by ear.

This is their first direct interview with the training officer, and they will have a fight.Although it is said that the more bullies the less, why should one fight alone when it is possible to fight in groups, and it is a student beating the teacher, how can we not bring a few more helpers.

He stared at 91 wearing glasses, but he didn't know if 91's talent level was very high. He felt dizzy when he put on the glasses, so he took them off immediately.

91 looked like a beautiful and charming young lady, but in fact she moved her hands unambiguously. When she saw Ning Ge rushing towards her, she dodged away from where she was, and several walls appeared out of nowhere in the room full of shadowless lights, blocking Xia Mingdong and the others.

Ning Ge hid in the wall and disappeared, as did Ren Sheng and Cen Heng.

Xia Mingdong stood alone in the wall, surrounded by layers of layers, as if he was completely trapped in the wall.

He was not in a hurry at all, and even crossed his arms, leaned lazily against one of the walls, and said slowly: "This is the walls in the maze. 91 You said you built the walls here, wouldn't it be Does it affect your maintenance of the maze?"

91 didn't answer, and there were sounds of fighting around him, and occasionally thunder struck from above his head.

There was no one around him, but it seemed that someone was walking around all the time, and the sound of footsteps never stopped.

After a while, the walls of the maze around him began to become empty and solid, as if 91's talent had been disturbed and could not be maintained.

Xia Mingdong immediately took out the mini candy house, threw it casually, and the candy house immediately landed on the room, blending with several walls, as if another layer of maze was placed on top of the maze, making it even more complicated.

When you are temporarily unable to solve a maze, the best way is to create another maze on top of the maze, which will make the original maze owner lose their way.

But as soon as the candy house was taken out, a light ball was thrown from the middle of the maze, and the light ball quickly floated to the roof, illuminating the whole candy house in every detail.

Xia Mingdong raised his eyebrows, and found that the trial officer actually had a lot of props.

There was the sound of a pistol next to his ear. The sound of the pistol came from the front left obliquely. It should be Ning Ge's pistol.

Xia Mingdong stared at the wall of the maze obliquely in front of him for a moment, then smiled and said, "I want to open a gap here for me to pass through."

After a while, the wall slowly opened a gap as if reluctantly.

Xia Mingdong smiled triumphantly: "91, your consciousness reacts to matter, and it is also applicable here."

91 didn't answer. There was a sound coming from the front left all the time. It should be very lively.

Ren Sheng has changed back to Gu Mu's appearance, the huge Gu Mu kept jumping around 91, occasionally spouting fire, trying to burn 91, but he couldn't even touch 91's body.

91 was surrounded by Ning Ge and Ren Sheng, but he was not afraid at all. He moved so fast that he could hardly see him. There was always a white gleam on his body. The gleam was like the walls of a maze, but much thinner than the walls of the maze. It is the power of consciousness.

Ning Ge is now in human form, and his speed is very fast, comparable to that of 91, and he can't see his shadow.

91 was extremely difficult to deal with. Xia Mingdong saw the space sword in Ning Ge's hand slash across several times, but did not touch 91's body. The silver light seemed to only split the space, but did not scratch 91's body.

No matter what you say at a time like this, whoever has the best fists is the boss.

Xia Mingdong stared at 91 and thought for a while, then looked up at the top of his head. At this time, the light ball above his head had gradually faded, and in the next second it turned into a streamer, returning to 91's body.

He narrowed his eyes, slowly getting ready.

Ning Ge has been confronting 91. 91 seems to want to control the power of the wall of consciousness to block him, but every time he fails to control it successfully. After several times, he is a little frustrated and asks Ning Ge angrily: "How much is your talent? ?”

Ning Ge didn't answer, as if he didn't hear it.

Xia Mingdong replied while making preparations: "Why do you always ask my Ning Ge questions? You tell me the level of your talent first, and then I will tell you the level of my talent."

91 shook his body and took out the same weapon. It was a beautiful pink umbrella. There was a flower on the tip of the pink umbrella, but the flower was made of metal and only had a sharp cold light.

As soon as the weapon was released, 91 became even more powerful. The dangerous umbrella tip slashed across Ning Ge's chest. Ning Ge avoided jumping up and turned into a black cat.

But in the next second, the umbrella pointed at Ren Sheng who was about to bite her leg.

Ren Sheng was big, not as flexible as Ning Ge, and the Fen Umbrella was fast, so he couldn't dodge in time, and was immediately stabbed by the Fen Umbrella.

After the pink umbrella stabbed Ren Sheng, the "flower" on the tip of the umbrella immediately turned into the shape of sharp claws, directly grabbing a piece of Ren Sheng's flesh.

Ren Sheng screamed in pain.

Xia Mingdong's heart skipped a beat, he never knew 91's weapons could be so terrifying.

91 seemed to be sighing helplessly, "I didn't want to hurt you, but you never left..."

Before she finished speaking, she felt something crackling and calling towards her.

She wanted to move, wanted to manipulate the wall of consciousness to resist for herself, but at some point behind her back there was a sword against her spine, Ning Ge said coldly: "Don't move."

She turned her head quickly and saw Xia Mingdong throwing out a lot of props, her eyebrows twitched, feeling very ominous.

In the next second, an overwhelming sea of ​​props rushed towards her——

A very colored rope, spices, noise pollution sources, bouncing balls, closed collars, daggers, shields that can smash people, etc., all came towards her overwhelmingly.

What's even more exaggerated is that the huge aircraft that 91 had seen before, the indestructible Feitian also crashed towards her.

Xia Mingdong threw all possible offensive props towards 91.

One thing is not enough, two things are not good, five things are not enough, ten things are not enough?

He has props, and he has worked so hard to get them, isn't it just to be useful at critical times, no matter what they are, they are all used together, there will always be something that 91 cannot guard against, and it is good to have one that works.

When studying, there is a sea of ​​questions, and when attacking, there is a sea of ​​props. Xia Mingdong has a lot of props, and he is full of confidence.

As long as there are enough props, quantitative changes will always lead to qualitative changes.

With so many props, the side effects of spicy noises tied to dancing, etc. hit at the same time, and there was a huge object bumping into it, even 91 lost his mind for a moment, without caring about his own conscious defense.

Someone invisible came to her and cut her arm with a dagger, getting blood.

Cen Heng used transfer to swap his talent with 91.

91 feels that his talent has changed rapidly, but the transfer can only transfer the natural strength, not the strength obtained through evolution. 91 is still a highly evolved trial officer.

Her complexion changed, she didn't care much, even if she had many side effects on her body, she still wanted to knock Cen Heng unconscious first.

But in the next second, a golden arrow pierced through her clothes and penetrated into her body, and she felt her strength draining rapidly.

Ning Ge stood behind 91, holding a small golden bow in his hand.

The arrows from the degenerated props hit 91's body, making her return to her unevolved state.

The unevolved 91 was beyond Xia Mingdong's expectations. It had a small head, well-developed limbs, a rounded face, and a particularly protruding jaw. It wore simple and revealing attire, and its body was full of muscles.

This image is very similar to the Neanderthal branch in historical records.

Xia Mingdong: "...are you a Neanderthal?"

91 glared at Xia Mingdong angrily, speechless, completely different from the charming young lady before.

Cen Heng took off the invisibility cloak, and was so nervous that sweat dripped from his forehead, "Fourth, I got the talent of this trial officer 91, and her talent is that consciousness determines everything. Me, what should we do now?"

It was the first time that he successfully attacked a trial officer and scratched him, and he took on such a arduous task, Cen Heng was almost speechless.

"Of course it is to change the rules of the trial." Xia Mingdong said, "Have you seen the rules made by 91, change it, change it quickly, don't make it impossible for two teams of different colors to cooperate, make it simpler, the simpler the better. good."

Cen Heng didn't know how simple it was, his legs trembled with nervousness.

Xia Mingdong: "... Hurry up, I feel like 91 is going to die of anger."

"I, I, I..." Cen Heng stammered nervously, "Maybe it won't work."

Xia Mingdong was speechless: "What's not right, men can't say no, believe in yourself."

Cen Heng took a deep breath, and felt that what Xia Mingdong said was right, how could he, a big man, say that he couldn't do it, if he could do it, he would definitely be able to.

Transferring such props is very wonderful. After getting the blood of 91 and using Transfer, he felt that his talent had completely changed. He could even perceive the maze they were in just now through consciousness. It was just outside this room, where matter and consciousness The intersecting world is a world that belongs exclusively to 91.

He can even feel that he can change the path and rules of the maze...

He used his 91 talent to try to change the rules, which is difficult, but not too difficult, as long as he has enough energy, he knows he can change.

He swallowed three nutritional supplements in a row, and finally managed to reach the threshold of energy.

RULE CHANGE -

You can pass the level when the contribution value reaches 20

When Cen Heng made this choice, Xia Mingdong was using primary healing tools to treat Ren Sheng's wounds. Ren Sheng lost a large piece of flesh and bled a lot. The pain was visible to the naked eye.

Cen Heng used his talent of 91 to change the rules of the maze, and a reminder came from the trial system——

It has been detected that the tester is trying to change the secondary rules of the level, this change requires the consent of the tester

Xia Mingdong: "...?"

Do you still want the trial officer to agree?

He looked down at 91.

Dibaotian 91 showed a bewildered smile, shook his head slowly, and crossed his hands.

The meaning is obvious, do not agree.

Xia Mingdong was not in a hurry, he just asked slowly: "You said that I will find a way to take a picture of you now, and then distribute it to all the trial officers, aborigines and exiles I can meet, do you think it's okay?"

91: "...?"

Xia Mingdong said unhurriedly: "Of course, I don't have to do this. As long as you agree with us to change the rules, we can discuss whether to take pictures or not."

91: ...

Take the bamboo shoots!

The author has something to say:

Xia Mingdong: If you don’t agree, I will let this black history accompany you forever