"You guys watch it carefully, I'm going to start." Mo Wu stood in front of the deacon of the Qingshan Sect, turned around and said.

He gathered his energy and soon a three-inch golden needle appeared in front of him. Like Mo Xinrong, he found a direction to shoot the three-inch golden needle.

Mo Wu immediately looked back and found that the expressions on everyone's faces did not change much.

He was disappointed.

"The first-level magic "Golden Needle Technique" is a great achievement! Not bad." said the deacon of the Qingshan Sect, and then recorded the results of Mo Wu's third round, "The next one, Mo Fenglin."

Mo Wu lowered his head and walked back to his original position. Looking at his current appearance, he seemed to be thinking about something.

Mo Xinrong looked at Mo Wu. With her understanding of him, she knew very well what his head was thinking. She thought that Mo Wu's current state would be very beneficial to his growth.

"Sister Xinrong." Mo Wu suddenly shouted.

"What's up?"

"I found that you have exposed my limelight." Mo Wu looked like he was crying but not crying. Everyone's expressions were not the same as he had imagined, all because of Mo Xinrong.

Mo Xinrong suppressed him in all aspects.

"Mo Wu, there are many people who are better than me in Qingshan Sect. After entering Qingshan Sect, don't provoke them for no reason. Did you hear that?" Mo Xinrong took the opportunity to educate Mo Wu.

"I know." Mo Wu nodded repeatedly, and then he asked, "What if they come to provoke me?"

"Then tell me." Mo Xinrong replied, the Mo family's children cannot be bullied by others at will.

"no problem."

...

After the third round of tests was completed, only Mo Xinrong practiced the first-level magic to the perfect realm. In addition to Mo Wu, there were also one from the Mo family, one from the Zhou family, and one from the Zhang family who practiced the first-level magic to the perfect realm.

"For the last round, test your mood." Deacon Aoyama Sect King took two steps forward and took out a white bead, "Come here."

Upon hearing this, the thirteen people who participated in the test soon gathered in front of the Deacon of Qingshan Sect.

"You are focused on looking at the white beads in my hand." Deacon of the Aoyama Sect pointed at the beads in his hand.

Thirteen people did as they did.

The Deacon of the Qingshan Sect injected spiritual power into the white beads. Not long after, the white beads emitted a white light, which was very soft.

The white light disappeared, and the thirteen people closed their eyes and stood still.

"Daichi Wang, when will our Xin'er wake up to become a personal disciple of Qingshan Sect?" Mo Youwei stepped forward and asked.

The probability of Mo Wunengwei becoming a disciple of Qingshan Sect immediately was too small. Mo Youwei did not intend to ask. In his heart, Mo Wuneng could just become a disciple of Qingshan Sect.

"This time, the illusion that tests the state of mind is not difficult. Mo Xinrong must wake up within a hundred breaths." Deacon of the Qingshan Sect gave an accurate answer.

"Um."

Mo Youwei nodded his head. He believed that his granddaughter Mo Xinrong would definitely wake up within a hundred breaths.

...

A white light flashed, and Mo Wu opened his eyes in a daze.

The eyes were filled with a snow-white ceiling, the air contained the smell of disinfectant, and waves of insects came from outside the window, and he felt a stinging pain in his chest...

here it is……

"Code name 9971, you're awake."

A middle-aged man wearing a white coat with a black spot on his forehead and looking like he was in his thirties, came into Mo Wu's sight.

"This is the first time you failed to perform a mission. The bullet is only 0.3mm away from your heart. If I hadn't arrived in time..."

Mo Wu listened to a familiar voice. He could speak, but he didn't want to speak. He just wanted to know what was going on?

Did I just have a dream?

No! Absolutely not!

That world is so real, I have never seen it before. If I really dream, it would never be possible to dream so clearly.

More than ten months of experience...

Mo Wu thought about it carefully, thought about it carefully... By the way! I was conducting the fourth round of Qingshan Sect's mood test, which means that this is an illusion!

"…Hey! Codename Ninety-one, are you listening to me..."

Mo Wu immediately rose up, grabbed the man in front of him and twisted his head. The man collapsed on the ground, and the scene around him broke like a celestial being and fell into darkness.

There seemed to be no light around.

...

"Wu'er." Mo Youwei saw Mo Wu open his eyes, and the next moment, he immediately appeared in front of Mo Wu.

He really couldn't believe that his grandson could break free from the illusion so quickly!

"Eight breaths, it only took eight breaths." Deacon, the King of Qingshan Sect, took a breath. Is Mo Wu's mood a little too terrifying?

Although this illusion is not at a high level, it is very difficult for cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage and Body Refining Stage to achieve this.

"What's wrong? Grandpa." Mo Wu looked at Mo Youwei in a daze.

"Wu'er, do you know? You only took eight breaths to break free from the illusion. This is not something that ordinary Qi Refining Cultivator can do." Mo Youwei nodded with great satisfaction, "Grandpa is really proud of you!"

His grandson is amazing!

"Oh, is that?" Mo Wu's eyes lit up and he spoke, "Then the illusion is too fake. It took me eight breaths to break free. Grandpa, I am very dissatisfied with this result."

Everyone looked overjoyed and couldn't help but complain in their hearts.

Where do you look dissatisfied?

Your expression has completely betrayed you!

"Okay! OK! OK!" Mo Youwei said three good things in a row, "I am worthy of being my grandson of Mo Youwei. I will not be arrogant or impatient when I achieve good results."

This... is talking lies with your eyes open.

Mo Wujie is as arrogant and impatient as he is, his nose has been raised to the sky.

Deacon Qingshan Sect and the other four non-level cultivating families were muttering in their hearts, and they did not dare to say it.

Let their grandfather and grandson have fun.

"They are all still in the illusion." Mo Wu glanced at the twelve people, and then spoke again, "It's useless. It's been so long since I broke out of the illusion."

"Deacon Wang, my grandson's achievements." After being excited, Mo Youwei asked immediately.

"With Mo Wu's previous three rounds of achievements, he can become a personal disciple of Qingshan Sect if he wants to break free from the illusion within twenty breaths." The King of Qingshan Sect spoke.

If Mo Wu's spiritual roots do not exceed three inches, he must break free from the illusion within five breaths before he can become a personal disciple of Qingshan Sect.

"Wu'er, you will be a personal disciple of Qingshan Sect in the future, hahaha!" Mo Youwei smiled happily.

"Mo Wu, can you tell me how you suddenly realized the illusion?" Deacon, the King of Qingshan Sect, asked curiously.

The eight breaths of time break free from the illusion state means that the speed of discovering the illusion state is definitely no more than five breaths.
Chapter completed!