"Come on, rush to the spirit formation!"

The last time he increased the entire three levels, Liu Meng was looking forward to this time, and whether the calculation power value directly broke through to 1,000 points? Ha, it was just under eighteen years old, so I took a badge to play with it.

Mu Xue also wants to know where Liu Meng’s potential lies.

Close your eyes and rest, assisting the star array to stimulate it. It is obvious that the fatigue of the star array last time has not recovered. Fortunately, she can improve her abilities in the supervisor's office.

Wow, the stars are shining.

With the experience of the last time, Liu Meng was calmly treated by the pain, and soon turned into a warm airflow, very comfortable, as if floating in the clouds, as if in a hot spring pool.

This time, the inspiration of the spirit-rushing array made Mu Xue even more tired, but Liu Meng felt that not only his head was clear, but his physical fitness improved a lot. He rushed up to support her and half held her in his arms.

Her forehead was covered in fragrant sweat, and she was breathing, and her clothes were a little messy.

Liu Meng rudely helped her sit down and fed her a sip of water. The feeding was not good and a lot of it spilled out.

Mu Xue almost choked and hurriedly said, "I'm fine, just take a break."

"Thank you." Liu Meng rarely uses these two words in his life experience because he has always helped others.

Mu Xue was worried. She didn't tell Liu Meng that using the spirit-torn formation on him was more difficult than ordinary people. She clearly felt a wave of resistance. This time it was clearer. This time it was not Liu Meng's own problem, but someone forced him to add it. Who was it?

Such a vicious means are not ordinary hatred if you cut off your academic path.

"We never have to say these two words."

Her face was bright red.

After a while, her breathing calmed down and she urged: "Test it quickly, what level is it?"

I can't help but be excited. Have you reached the prospective scholar?

Liu Meng had already found out the level when he checked the Xueshu, and was unhappy. The effect of this spirit-rushing formation was far less obvious than the last time.

Mu Xue grabbed his hand to test, and a starlight rushed forward. The starlight on the test instrument lit up, and the value continued to rise.

The movement is getting slower and slower, and the momentum is also falling a lot.

Mu Xue stared at her and felt nervous. Is it over 900 points? That's a quasi-scholar.

Since she took office in Bei'an City, she has not yet produced a new prospective scholar and is looking forward to it.

Calculate force value 911, ninth order.

"Tingdai Samida..."

Suddenly a beautiful melody sounded, Mu Xue breathed a sigh of relief, and an uncontrollable bright smile appeared on her face, saying, "Congratulations, Liu Meng, a scholar."

Liu Meng nodded with a grin, feeling very good, a quasi-scholar, this is not just an honor, but also a lot of practical benefits, and he has since left his civilian status.

"I thought I could reach 1,000 this time."

Mu Xue was really angry. It was more difficult to ascend from level 8 to level 9 than from level 6 to level 8. Could this guy think he could jump to level 10 all at once, and he thought he could jump with just a bean.

"Actually, I'm quite satisfied."

Liu Meng also felt that he was not satisfied with it because he felt so hard.

Nonsense! If it were someone else, I would have been so happy!

The congratulations from prospective scholars spread throughout the palace of wisdom, and everyone heard them.

This music is very familiar. It is a sound that only a quasi-scholar can be found. I am not afraid of jokes. Almost everyone has heard this music in their dreams. Who dares to say that they have not dreamed of becoming a quasi-scholar, and they have to wake up laughing when they fall asleep, and then they know that it is a dream.

All the prospective scholars on the second level stopped discussing.

New scholars have appeared in Bei'an City, which is a major event that you can talk about after dinner.

"Hey, someone has become a quasi-scholar again?"

"Didn't Zhou Jun just arrived at the late stage of the eighth level? He broke through so quickly? He is really a monster."

Everyone was surprised.

The most promising scholar to become a quasi-scholar is Zhou Jun.

Two girls on the second floor, Chu Jing and Li Chanben were talking quietly, and their voices gradually became louder.

"I didn't expect that Zhou Jun, a commoner, could become a quasi-scholar. It's not easy."

"You can't say that. His grandfather is also a quasi-scholar, but his father's generation is not good."

Liang Zhen is an old man on the second floor. He has no hope of success in his life. He chats every day with the most active chat. He immediately smiled and agreed: "The genetics of the next generation? It's not the seeds he borrowed from any real scholar."

An He is the only child of the second floor. When he heard this, even though his face was tempered, he turned red. He was completely caught in the shooting.

"Haha, Anhe, I definitely didn't mean you, well, don't think too much, but you don't look like your father." Liang Zhen spoke in a completely unscrupulous way. In terms of family background, he was much more noble than Anhe.

There was another burst of laughter, An He's face was dry and said embarrassedly: "I follow my mother, all have double eyelids and big earlobes."

"What are you talking nonsense? Which real scholar doesn't value his offspring? I heard that someone in Bei'an City once wanted to spend all his money to borrow seeds from an elegant and elegant scholar, but they didn't care."

"It's not that guy's wife is too ugly."

"You can roughly imagine the beauty of the country and the city, just look at us Chu Jing and Li Chan."

"I'm going to die, why are we talking about it?" The two girls were tacitly yelling at the same time.

Liang Zhenle said: "That's strange. It's just a matter of hours and it won't be delayed."

A man in his twenties is always full of interest in this topic, and his conversation is very lively, which makes the two girls unable to talk and their faces are red.

"You know, that's the three-in-one essence, energy, and spirit. If it takes root and sprouts, it's impossible to share fortune and talent. It's fine if you spend some time, but you must not leak it out."

"The chances of descendants of true scholars becoming quasi-scholars are very, very high."

As soon as these words were said, they immediately attracted everyone's condemnation.

"Bullshit, the guy who was embarrassed in the square early in the morning is Lord Liu Zhong's biological son, and his bloodline is so noble."

"Have you heard of gene mutations? The category of biology."

"Can it be that a brave civilian put a hat on Lord Liu Zhong?"

"That's so bold that he's desperate."

Everyone makes fun of it now.

Liang Zhense said, "You kid is going to die. Lord Liu Zhong is the pride of our Bei'an City. Who dares to put a hat on him? Do you want to die? And I heard from my father that Lord Liu Zhong's son suddenly appeared and I have never seen Lord Liu Zhong's wife. All the girls in Bei'an City did not dream of marrying Lord Liu Zhong."

You Fang immediately agreed: "Yes, yes, my mother admired Lord Liu Zhong very much back then."

An He interrupted, "Haha, you might not be brothers with the useless Liu Meng outside the square, right? Don't say, you two are a bit like."

You Jin waved his hand quickly, with a very serious expression, "No, no, this joke cannot be made randomly, my mother is the only man."

A burst of laughter.

How can prospective scholars look down on civilians?
Chapter completed!