The student was smiling sinisterly. He had already thought about how he had to slander Mo Huasong so that he could not bear the consequences.

Therefore, he didn't want to listen to Mo Huasong's explanation. Let's beat Mo Huasong to death first. These country bumpkins from the world of cultivation still dare to treat him like this. It seems that they are not dead.

But how could Mo Huasong let them come over? With a slight push from his right hand, an invisible force of energy rushed towards the student, blocking him from getting past him.

Mo Huasong also took this opportunity to walk towards the detection magic weapon. This time, the magic weapon did not ring.

After Mo Huasong walked over, he turned around and said to the student: "I have passed by and there was no sound. Is there no problem?"

"W-what's going on? Why doesn't it sound?" the student said strangely.

But Mo Huasong ignored him and continued walking forward, directly entering the college.

The student who was called over just now to help found that Mo Huasong was fine, so he couldn't do anything anymore.

The student glared at Mo Huasong bitterly and said to himself: "Boy, I've taken note of you, just wait and see."

After all, these students are all connected to each other. This time they came to work as staff, and everyone usually eats and rests together, so they can still find people to talk to.

Soon, the student asked someone to keep an eye on Mo Huasong. "That's the birdman. Help me keep an eye on him and don't let him succeed."

The other students nodded secretly, indicating that they understood.

Mo Huasong ignored this and went directly inside, took the registration card, wrote his name on it, and then went inside to take the exam.

It is said to be an exam, but in fact it is an ability test, not just sitting at a desk and answering test papers.

Mo Huasong remembers that there were three tests back then, one was to test attack power, the second was to test endurance, and the third was to test spiritual talent.

The scores of these three items are added up, and then admission is based on ranking. If the first two items cannot reach 60 points, you will not be able to enter Hongling College.

As for the soul test in the third level, it is just for extra points and is relatively not very important.

Generally, freshmen will desperately want to show themselves in such an exam, because those with good scores can be divided into the first few areas, that is, areas one to five. The food and accommodation will be very good, with eight people in one dormitory.

Those with mediocre abilities, those in districts 6 to 10, do not live well, with twelve people living in one dormitory. Moreover, the tutor assigned to them is also the worst in the college, which makes the students very unhappy.

But there is no other way. It seems to be a natural thing that good tutors teach good students.

If they want to live well and eat well, they have to work hard on their own.

Of course, there are also backdoors in the academy.

People from some sects or families will secretly find elders from the same lineage and secretly spend some money to allocate better districts and mentors.

Tutors are free to choose students, and there is no problem with that.

Therefore, there is a lot of room for maneuver here.

Mo Huasong ignored this situation. He already had his own plan.

Mo Huasong got the registration card and lined up.

There were so many people coming to take the exam this year. Mo Huasong waited in line for an hour at the back, and the line seemed to have not advanced much.

At this time, a fat man from behind said very angrily: "Damn, why are they like this? Are they using the back door again?"

"Take the back door?" Mo Huasong asked strangely.

When he took the exam, he entered the academy based on his own ability. And as soon as he entered, he went to the tenth district and studied with a tutor.

There, he continued to practice and study, completely ignoring external matters.

Later, by chance, he got a big opportunity, and he became very powerful.

In the end, he became an Immortal Lord, a big figure in the Blue Meteor family who was feared and followed by all the Immortal Kings.

However, those were all events of the past. If he did not find that opportunity, even if he had knowledge from his previous life, without those aids, he still would not be able to quickly become an Immortal Lord within a few hundred years.

Since I can be reborn, my destiny is in my control and I will not let that great opportunity slip away.

Mo Huasong didn't want to talk to the fat man and continued to stand there.

When the fat man saw that Mo Huasong ignored him, he did not shut up, but continued: "Brother, we are all in the early stage of Jindan. We should stick together well. By the way, my name is Jin Dajun, and I have a lot of money. What is your name?"

What’s your name?”

"My name is Mo Batian." Mo Huasong saw that people kept talking to him, and it seemed rude if he didn't answer.

"Mo Batian?!" Jin Dajun was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but said: "Brother, your name is very atmospheric. Aren't you afraid of being beaten by others?"

Mo Huasong smiled and said, "Your name is not bad either. Were you often beaten by others in the past?"

This man's name is Jin Dajun, but at first glance he is not a handsome person, and he looks a bit sorry for readers.

When Jin Dajun heard what Mo Huasong said, he said angrily: "Brother, it seems that we are in the same boat. Damn, I don't know if my dad has a brain problem, so he actually gave me such a name. I have been growing up since I was a child.

, I have been beaten many times by others. Especially when I was beaten with a black stick by others, I couldn’t find an enemy, which made me even more angry."

The more Jin Dajun talked, the angrier he became, which made the people behind him have objections.

"Hey, you guys are just talking, can you use voice transmission? Don't disturb others." A candidate behind said angrily.

"Mom, who is interrupting our conversation?" Jin Dajun turned his head angrily, and when he saw that the other party was in the late stage of Jin Dan, he was so frightened that he immediately smiled and said: "Brother, hello. I'm sorry, I couldn't care less about what I was saying at the moment.

No, it’s a bit loud, I’ll pay attention.”

When the man saw that Jin Dajun had admitted his mistake, he didn't teach him a lesson. He just glared at him fiercely. "Humph, a person in the early stage of Jin Dan is more than four hundred years old. I don't think it's anything special."

Jin Dajun seemed to have someone stuffed a handful of shit into his mouth, his face was terribly painful.

But he is very powerful, and now it is the exam period, so he dares not speak out in anger.

"Since you like to talk, you can talk at the back. I'll get to the front first." After saying that, the man walked directly in front of Mo Huasong with a sneer on his face.

When Mo Huasong got angry and was about to make a move, Jin Dajun hurriedly hugged him. "Brother, don't make a move. There are rules here. Whoever makes a move first, no matter how talented you are, will be kicked out. No matter how talented you are, you will be kicked out."

Re-admitted.”

Mo Huasong pushed Jin Dajun away and said, "Don't worry, I didn't do it with my hands, just with my mouth."
Chapter completed!