The whole universe is praising my vest

Mu Qinghe's blind obedience to An He was too strange, and some students looked at An He with strange eyes.

Wang Xue said angrily: "What are you thinking? Teacher Mu looks like he's being held hostage, doesn't he want to?"

These students think so too.

There is no real evidence, so I speculate that people are not good in the bad direction.

They soon stopped thinking about it, and the assessment began.

How An He expected, Mu Qinghe's students did not adopt his statement, they all followed the route Mu Qinghe guided at the beginning, and then came back in failure.After half an hour, no student has successfully crossed the white line and approached the five-meter range of the God-killing Sword. Some of them were injured by the sword energy on the way, so they had to give up the assessment on the spot.

A few councilors on the tall floor looked bored and started chatting, but the scholar was still focusing on observing the Sword of Death.

The students who failed the assessment should have gone back to the classroom or the library to prepare for the general exam later, but the Extinct Sword firmly attracted them, and this was probably their only chance to witness the Extinct Sword up close.Therefore, they did not leave after finishing their own assessment, but stood by the open space and continued to watch the assessment of the rest of the students. The examiner didn't say anything about this and let them do it.

Students who have completed the assessment stand opposite to those who have not yet taken the assessment, forming two distinct groups.As time goes by, the number of students who have completed the assessment is getting larger and larger, and there are not many students left who have not yet been assessed.

Wang Xue is in the latter group.She squeezed her sweaty hands and realized that she couldn't delay any longer.

Many grades were better than hers and did not cross the white line. The probability of Wang Xue's success was basically zero. Knowing the result of failure, Wang Xue couldn't control her nervousness.Facing the Sword of Killing God from hearing related legends since childhood, no one will not be nervous.

Wang Xue murmured subconsciously: "Please bless the God of Stars."

Standing beside him, Mu Qinghe heard Wang Xue's voice, and asked with a smile, "Did the book portrait I gave you yesterday help you?"

Wang Xue nodded quickly: "Yes, I've rested better, and I won't dream about my sister having an accident and always wake up in shock."

Last night, Wang Xue prayed to the portrait of the God of Stars for a long time, hoping that her sister would return safely, and she developed a habit for a while. Today, in a state of mental stress, she unknowingly uttered the words of prayer.

Wang Xue was about to start the assessment, when she looked at the God Slaying Sword in the middle of the open space and the blood stained on the damaged blade, she suddenly became agitated.The tragic appearance of the sword shows the cruelty of killing gods. Is it wrong for her to pray to a god in front of the sword?

Fortunately, Killing God Sword couldn't hear her voice, and wouldn't be angry.

An He said: "Your name is Wang Xue."

Wang Xue approached him: "Yes, what's the matter, sir?"

An He: "Look at my eyes."

An He's voice seemed to have a special power, Wang Xue didn't have time to feel strange, so he reflexively obeyed An He's words, looked directly into his dark eyes, with a slightly dazed expression.Wang Xue seems to have fallen into the deep sea without light, or floating in the universe, but she will not feel fear. The incomparable tranquility envelops Wang Xue, soothes her anxiety and tension, and completely relieves her mental state that has been bad since her sister disappeared. .

"There is nothing to worry about, everything will be fine." An He said softly.

Wang Xue felt relieved and no longer heavy. She asked An He: "Are you a person with spiritual abilities?"

An He let out a "hmm".

Wang Xue thought, the object of tutor Mu's admiration is indeed a very good person.

Remembering his classmates' doubts about An He, and Teacher Jiang's verbal attacks on his physical condition, Wang Xue felt uncomfortable. An He shouldn't suffer from these.

She began to think that An He's line was correct, why not let her verify An He's statement!

Wang Xue was in high spirits and walked towards the Sword of Killing God.

Halfway through, her classmates noticed something was wrong, "Didn't Teacher Mu say Wang Xue's route?"

"This is the person brought by Instructor Mu, the route he told."

"Anyway, if you fail the assessment, it doesn't matter if you leave casually."

"No, the sword energy in the front area is dense, which will endanger personal safety!"

Bearing the oppression of the God-killing Sword, Wang Xue who walked halfway was already exhausted. She panted twice, and her figure sank into the area where the sword energy was dense without hesitation.The sword energy pierced her school uniform, cutting several wounds, and the blood spattered. Many students watched with fear, but the old god Mu Qinghe was there, and he was not prepared to rescue Wang Xue at all.

Wang Xue insisted on continuing the examination, but the examiner saw that she had flesh injuries and her life was not in danger, so she stayed put for the time being.

Instructor Jiang, who had been honest for a while, couldn't help but sneer: "Mu Qinghe, you don't even care about the teacher's morality? When the assessment is over, you will be dismissed."

Purely attacking himself, not involving An He's remarks, Mu Qinghe didn't bother to respond.

Most of Mu Qinghe's students still trust their instructors, but they just don't understand.However, it is inevitable that a few people are beating their hearts and secretly feel that Jiang Tutor's words make sense.

As their minds wander, the situation changes.

After being injured, Wang Xue did not panic, but kept focused, and found that the flow of sword energy was regular, and avoiding the sword energy in it was not as difficult as it seemed from the outside.Passing through this area, the rest of the journey is much easier and simpler in an instant, which completely fits An He's rhetoric.

When Wang Xue crossed the white line and came within five meters of the Sword of Killing God, the crowd erupted into an uproar.

In disbelief, Teacher Jiang opened his mouth wide, and suddenly looked at An He.

Wang Xue smiled brightly, and waved vigorously at An He: "Thank you! I did it!"

Her classmates bowed their heads in embarrassment, feeling guilty for their guesses about An He, and more deeply regretful. Wang Xue could pass, if they listened to An He's words, they should have passed.

The students who will be assessed next all imitate Wang Xue's route, and the pass rate has risen sharply.

Some students came over to thank An He after passing the exam, and asked, "Are you a new tutor who is going to join the job?"

Their imaginations were unconstrained, An He denied it funny: "No."

The person who asked the question was full of regret. If An He was the new tutor, he would definitely take An He's class.

More and more people came to talk to An He, not only the students, but also the tutors of the college. Only Tutor Jiang was embarrassed, unwilling to bow his head and apologize for what he said before, like countless ants crawling in his heart.

Under Mu Qinghe's warm smile, he suppressed his excitement, their gods were always a source of light no matter where they were.

The assessment for the lower grades was coming to an end, and many students who failed in front of Wang Xue felt unbalanced: "The ones who ranked behind Wang Xue took advantage of it, can you give us another chance? We must pass faster than them."

"Everyone has only one chance." The examiner looked cold and rejected their protest.

It can already be seen that none of these students is qualified to pick up the God Slayer Sword, so there is no need to waste more time on them.

The chief examiner wanted An He to try to hold the Excalibur, but An He was in a wheelchair, and only his left hand could move his body, which made him hesitate. He decided to wait for all the students to finish the examination first, in case there is really someone in the academy who can pick up the Excalibur What about people?

An He's body is too restrictive for a swordsman, and his origin is unknown. The opportunity to hold a sword should be given priority to the school.

The MPs in the tall building are also paying attention to An He.

"Do you know the identity of this person?"

"I don't know, I'll ask someone to check."

"We can start with Mu Qinghe, he seems to have known Mu Qinghe for a long time."

"Speaking of which, Mu Qinghe's origin is also vague."

The scholar leaned on the glass, looking at An He with fiery eyes: "He has a deep understanding of the Sword of Killing God, I want to talk to him."

Councilor Wei couldn't help but persuade, "Don't worry, you can wait for the results of this person's investigation first."

"I can't wait." The scholar said dissatisfied.

The scholar's gaze was so existential, An He looked over, through the floor-to-ceiling windows of a high-rise building, to the eyes of the scholar under the black-rimmed glasses.

The scholar froze abruptly.

Councilor Wei asked suspiciously, "Mr. Scholar, what's wrong?"

"I don't know, it's so strange." The scholar's expression was blank, and his voice was a little nervous. "Just now, I felt it from this person. I discovered the feeling of killing the god sword. A feeling that can't be expressed in words at all. To describe, to feel."

"How is it possible?" Councilor Wei felt that he was too demonic, and it was more or less abnormal for people who were obsessed with researching godslayers.The unique legendary figure who killed the main god with a mortal body and created such a terrifying deed does indeed possess special magical powers.

At this time, someone said to Mr. Wei: "Your brother is here."

The assessment of the junior students is over, and it is the turn of the senior students.

The students who had completed the assessment did not leave, but still stayed to watch, and there was room for it.If someone really picks up the Sword of Killing God, it will be a moment recorded in history, and they don't want to miss it.

After the arrival of the senior grades, they unanimously let one of them get close to the God-killing Sword first.

The rest stayed where they were.

The senior student who walked towards the Sword of Killing God revealed his extraordinary background through his behavior. The other students looked at him with admiration in their eyes. An He asked, "This student is very good?"

"Wei Fang is the biological younger brother of the Councilor Wei on the tall building." Mu Qinghe had already discovered the councilors and scholars in the tall building, and explained to An He in detail, "Wei Fang's elder brother and mother are both important members of the council, and he is the first member of the academy. One, assuming he fails, the remaining students have little hope of picking up the God Slaughter Sword. However, even if the hope is slim, they still have to try as much as possible, so the assessment will continue."

While they were talking, Wei Fang easily entered the range of the white line.

When he came within four meters of the Killing God Sword, Wei Fang began to have minor injuries. He frowned without any trace, feeling the strain.However, Wei Fang's footsteps remained undisturbed, and after slowing down for a while, he walked forward again.

The closer he was to the Sword of Killing God, the slower Wei Fang's speed would be.

From four meters to one meter, the amount of blood he spilled increased a lot. After entering the half-meter range of the God Killing Sword, Wei Fang almost became a blood man, and the ground under his feet was soaked in his blood, leaving no gaps.

Wei Fang didn't care about the winding bloodstains that ruined Wei Fang's handsome face.

——He finally arrived in front of the God Slaying Sword.

Wei Fang kept his calm face all the time, and he couldn't help showing anticipation and joy. He took a deep breath to calm his beating heart, and then with a sense of ceremony, he slowly reached out to grasp the hilt of the God Killing Sword.

In an instant, gorgeous blood flowers burst out.

Wei Fang's hand was holding the sword hilt, and there were countless sword wounds, and the white bones were exposed to the sun, which was horrifying.

The student exclaimed, and the examiner shouted: "Wei Fang, stop! Give up the assessment!"

Wei Fang turned a deaf ear, his eyes showed astonishing stubbornness, and he held the hilt of the sword with his bloody hand.

His hands were shaved until there was almost no flesh left, and the blood stained the hilt of the sword red, flowing continuously along the hilt.

Seeing that the sword energy was about to cut off his hand bones, the examiner forcibly took Wei Fang back.

As a result, things are not over yet.

Broken Sword was awakened from his slumber by the outsider's offense, and broke away from the best sword stand that the First Galaxy used to house it.

The examiner's face changed, and he immediately opened the dark barrier, but it was too late.

When the dark light enveloped the sword frame, the God Killing Sword was already outside, and the blood on the blade was dripping brightly.

The chief examiner yelled: "All instructors cover the students to evacuate! Be careful not to be accidentally injured by the Sword of Killing God!"

The empty space was a mess.

Wang Xue ran over and yelled at An He, "Leave quickly!"

She believes that An He, who is physically handicapped, needs more protection than healthy people like them.

However, the Sword of Killing God did not run wild as others imagined.

Not to attack anyone.

The god-killing sword statue found something, and the tip of the sword stained with blood was aimed at An He.

Immediately afterwards, the lasing came.

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