Fantasy: My mythical beasts all rely on synthesis

Meng Qing couldn't help but feel numb in his scalp, this person who spoke had already given him a feeling of being untouchable, and as a result, the person who sealed Pingqi cultivation was stronger?

What level should that be?

"Master, didn't that supreme Battle King give you a letter before? If you show it now, you may be able to interview and directly become the No. 1 student of the Supreme Academy! "Little Tai Dao.

Although Meng Qing had received a letter of recommendation from the Far North War Divine Palace, he only used it as a backup.

"That being said, but now there are the top young people from the entire Upper Realm, don't you want to know how strong they really are? I want to type it on my own, as for the recommendation letter, keep it as a killer app! If there is any treasure, it may be useful at that time. Brother

Chicken gave a thumbs up and said

, "It's worthy of being the master, it's really ambitious, I admire you!"

A hundred breaths passed quickly, but this time no one stood up.

The magnificent voice above did not continue to delve deeper, but said:

"I believe everyone, I wish you all to shine in this second assessment!"

Rumble!

At the moment when the words fell, the beam of light that surrounded everyone's bodies suddenly bloomed, wrapping them and sending them towards the portal.

In less than twenty breaths, thousands of people in the field were all sent into the portal.

Silence soon fell silent.

Above the top of the clouds, a huge flood bell sounded, as if someone was chanting.

There were three figures sitting there, each of which was full of light, and the one in the middle was a middle-aged man, he had a national character face, straight facial features, sword eyebrows, and was not angry.

He had golden hair, only half of it was bound at this time, the other half was fluttering in the wind, and some tiny rune fragments flowed above, like stars, very gorgeous.

He frowned slightly and said to the other two:

"Strange, how do I think that there is a little girl in the Fangcai crowd who is very familiar."

To his left is a woman, with purple hair, a string of glowing trinkets hanging from her forehead, and a pair of dark blue eyes that make it impossible to look away just by looking at it.

She gently stretched out her hand, slightly squeezed, a mirror appeared, and the faces of many contestants appeared one after another above, at a certain moment, this person clicked, and the light and shadow above froze.

Pingqi's cheeks appeared.

The middle-aged man and the bald head on the right looked at each other, and they were immediately a little surprised:

"Well, I seem to have seen this person somewhere."

The woman spoke softly:

"This is a little guy I put into this black great wall two hundred years ago, and now it seems that she escaped the scrutiny of this secret realm and met another nice little fellow."

"Two hundred years ago? Could it be the little girl who almost set fire to the palace of the Hades Dynasty? I heard that this is the only bloodline of the Ping clan now. The bald head pondered for a moment before saying.

"It's her, if it weren't for me and others to join forces, I really couldn't keep her, and I don't know how her mysterious flaws are perfected, just now, the younger generation now has people who are willing to accept her, which is a good thing." The middle-aged man said.

"Even so, the little fellow holds the handwritten letter of the man, which can block the qi machine, and I can't see his details." The woman frowned slightly, the person she was talking about was Meng Qing, and she pointed out that Meng Qing's breath made her feel uneasy.

"Maybe it's all the arrangement of that one, he is well versed in the mysteries of fate, and these should always be clear." The middle-aged man said softly.

This is a conversation that has no beginning and no end.

......

Meng Qing waved his hand, wanting to dispel the darkness in front of him.

But when he lifted his hand, he couldn't even see his fingers, and he even forgot how long he had been exploring here.

Suddenly, a faint light appeared ahead, which was a few big characters from far and near.

The neat writing on the top says that in order to leave, you need to pass ten levels in a row.

"Am I the one being tested?" Meng Qing said to herself.

Fang Cai had an additional stream of information in his mind, and the rules of this second assessment were roughly stated above, and four people entered a door and randomly selected teams of two, and the two were divided into testers and tested.

The test is required to pass ten levels of difficulty mastered by the tester.

If the test person successfully crosses the level, the test wins, if unsuccessful, the test person wins.

The winner advances to the next round, and in general the second round takes a four-for-one mechanism.

Among them, the difficulty of the initial ten levels increases sequentially, of course, if you want to increase the difficulty, you can also transfer the difficulty of other levels to the previous level.

It all depends on how the tester weighs up.

Meng Qing looked upwards, waiting to meet his first hurdle.

At the same time, in a place he couldn't see, a young man looked at the ten levers in front of him, and then looked at Meng Qing in the dark, and he couldn't help but snicker in his heart.

"Hehe, this is a chance given to me by heaven! Boy, you also have the day to fall into my palm? It's a heavenly opener! This young man was crazy, he was the one who wanted to snatch Meng Qing's Lan Xin'er ornament but was bombarded.

Fang Xiang glanced at it and immediately found that the ten tie rods in front of him corresponded to a scale, while the first one corresponded to one, increasing in turn, and the tenth corresponding to ten.

"Boy, I'm ready to see how you wail on my hands, wait for death!"

He pulls the second lever that originally pointed to the second scale to one, and then pulls the first rod to two.

"First increase the difficulty for you little by little, I will watch how you die!"

Soon, Meng Qing, who was in the middle of the field, only felt that his whole body seemed to be enveloped by a soft halo, and that halo was like a big hand falling from the sky pinching him and delivering it to another place.

This foothold is located in a grassland with nothing but a large tree.

Meng Qing looked around, but did not see anything unique about this big tree and grassland.

"Is this the first level of this second round, it doesn't look like much, I can go to me!" Brother Chicken was holding Erlang's legs in the cave sky, and he walked gracefully.

The corner of Meng Qing's mouth twitched, this guy really didn't let go of any point that owed a beating.

A gust of wind blew through, and a few leaves scattered with the wind.

But when those leaves were about to fall to the ground, the top suddenly lit up, and each of these leaves emitted light, like innate runes.

Rumble!

A sonic boom came out, and those blades blasted towards Meng Qing like throwing knives, and even that space was distorted!

For this level of attack, Meng Qing gently raised his hand, waved his sleeve robe, and a storm completely condensed by spiritual energy invaded forward.

The dust on the ground was rolled up layer by layer, and even the grass and trees on the ground seemed to turn into sharp blades and pierce the soles of his feet.

Meng Qing didn't even bother to do defense, and those grass and trees couldn't even break through the defense of the demigod weapon on his feet.

In an instant, all the leaves on that big tree fell, striking the sky!

Meng Qing did not retreat, the origin qi lingered all over his body, he punched out, the violent aura invaded forward, and even the big tree exploded completely!