The whole audience was shocked.
Mu Yu, who had just entered the city at that time, was just about to reach Second Awakening.
That has already attracted the attention of countless people.
And Sun Wen why Third Awakening...
He knows his own situation!
He is taking a completely different path. Even if he awakens a hundred times, he will have no fighting power and will only make money.
But Zhao Zicheng, Enrollment took the assessment a few days ago, and he was just an ordinary First Awakening person.
Is this already overtaking Mu Yu?
Be a monster!
"Then what is your second Skill?"
Sun Wen swallowed and asked.
Zhao Zicheng, who was still smiling at first, suddenly fell down. "Sandbag has grown bigger and can accommodate two people beating me at a time..."
Everyone laughed.
Only Yu Sheng raised his head and glanced at Zhao Zicheng: "But your upgrade speed is twice as fast."
For a moment, the air became quiet.
It seems... there's something special about it!
People's cultivation speed is getting faster and faster, wouldn't it be more difficult to catch up?
"Okay, in that case, it's settled!"
Sun Wen waved his hands excitedly. Counting Yu Sheng, the four Second Awakening will besiege one Third Awakening. It is a sure shot.
"Do you have anything else to add?"
As if remembering something, Sun Wen turned around, looked at Yu Sheng, and asked.
Yu Sheng shook his head.
Sun Wen then breathed a sigh of relief.
It was so dangerous, I almost thought I was the monitor.
"Okay, you guys rest first and recharge your batteries. I'll check the location of Chen Feng first."
"Two hours at the latest."
"Locate his coordinates!"
With absolute confidence, Sun Wen turned and left.
"I still have to say, something is not right over there at Allure Gate recently. It is very risky to investigate rashly. Are you sure you want to go?"
The short-haired woman stared at Liu Yu with a serious expression.
At this time, most of the bruises on Liu Yu's face had healed, and he said with a free and easy smile, "Sister Hai, do you still remember when we were just Enrollment? We were all newcomers and it was our first mission?"
"Hmm."
The short-haired woman nodded, somewhat silent.
"How young I was at that time. All I could think about every day was to get ahead and be handsome."
"But after one year, our generation will be dead and disabled, but how much will be left?"
"Ink Academy The biggest scam is the so-called graduation in three years."
"The strength is not enough, the task completion is not high, and you will always be stuck at Second Year. Do you want to graduate?"
"There are still so many people living in the unemployment area!"
"If you want to leave your own mark on this Human Race and that Demon-Suppressing Pass, can you do it without trying too hard?"
"If a person dies and a bird looks up to the sky, he will not die for tens of millions of years!"
"Looking ahead and looking behind is not Ink Academy's style."
"Sister Hai, it's been more than a year... thank you!"
Liu Yu smiled and waved, turned and left, and his figure gradually disappeared outside the door of the Ink Academy.
The short-haired woman sighed softly, her eyes a little lonely, but she soon became strong again. "Graduation?"
Suddenly, I raised my head and looked at the three huge words 'Ink Academy' at the door, feeling a little lost for a moment.
"Is this really a Academy?"
"Huh..."
Smiling lightly, turned and left.
Ink City.
The most central area of Human Race is also the largest city of Human Race.
High-rise buildings can be seen everywhere.
Human Tide surge.
In the center of Ink City, a skyscraper is also the headquarters of the Ink Pavilion.
Countless staff are busy.
Methodical.
There isn't even a pause.
top layer.
Old Man was holding a letter in his hand and looking out the window with an expressionless face.
"I don't know how many people will die this time."
A slight sigh.
Use your hands slightly.
The letter turned into dust and disappeared.
"Elder Sun, Dawn Pass's side has been short of defense recently and needs support."
"But Reserve Corps's latest batch of soldiers have only been training for two years. If we support them at this time, I'm afraid the casualty ratio will be high."
A Middle-Aged Man knocked on the door and entered.
Looking at Old Man said.
"Tell Sun Muy u that it will take at least another half a year."
"If you can't hold it off, prepare to run naked on Dawn Pass."
Old Man turned around, sat on the desk, opened several files in the computer, took a look and said.
"Okay."
Middle-Aged Man nodded lightly, turned and left without saying a word.
"Zhong Yushu, you old guy, how can you withstand this time..."
Looking at the list of Reserve Corps employees in Human Race provinces on the computer screen, Old Man was a little lost. Finally, he leaned back on the chair tiredly and closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
Jiangcheng.
A somewhat thin Middle-Aged Man walked in carrying a hoe.
Crossing several streets skillfully.
Walked to a house.
Knock gently on the door.
First three and then two, with a sense of rhythm.
The person who opened the door was an old farmer Middle-Aged Man, with dark and rough skin, and he was a little confused. "Who are you?"
"Being with God."
Middle-Aged Man opening.
The old farmer Yuguang looked around, then turned slightly sideways, let Middle-Aged Man in, and closed the door.
"Where is Zong Ren?"
After entering the yard, Middle-Aged Man threw away the hoe with some disgust and spoke with a calm expression, exuding the aura of a superior.
"Master God Servant is resting inside, you are Divine Cult..."
The old farmer silently took two steps back and looked at Middle-Aged Man warily. His body was slightly arched, and he might take action at any time.
Middle-Aged Man took out a sign and threw it away.
The old farmer glanced at him, his body trembled, and he knelt directly on the ground. "Greetings, Goddess."
"Hmm."
"Tell Zong Ren to come see me."
He is obviously dressed as a man, but his every move has a sense of charm. Even if his face is ordinary, his blood will always rise subconsciously.
"Yes!"
The old farmer stood up in a hurry, held the token in both hands, handed it back respectfully, and then left in a hurry.
Middle-Aged Man entered the living room and sat casually on the sofa, with a faint smile on his lips, and his sitting posture was very imaginative.
Probably a few minutes later.
Zong Ren trotted over dragging his somewhat fat body and stood respectfully opposite Middle-Aged Man.
The old farmer wisely withdrew and closed the door.
"Freshmen of the Ink Academy, were you killed?"
Middle-Aged Man looked at Zong Ren playfully and said.
Zong Ren shook his head slowly.
"Oh, you are not as capable as I thought."
"Forget it, none of this is important."
"Recently, I hope Jiangcheng will cause chaos. Can you do it?"
Middle-Aged Man covered her mouth and smiled.
Zong Ren lowered his head, frowned slightly, and said with a thoughtful look after a long time, "Jiangcheng is short of manpower, and they are all familiar faces with the Ink Academy's name, so we can't do it."
Middle-Aged Man's smile faded, "Then what's the point of raising a waste like you?"
"It's better to be buried with my brother."
While talking, the temperature in the room seemed to have dropped a little.
There was a faint murderous intent in the air.