"The fusion degree of the Yamo is 10%. He is a natural waste."
In a word, the whole place was completely silent. There was no sound for a while, and even the heartbeat could be heard clearly.
"Haha, hahaha, what a waste, 10%, it's just a joke."
Finally, someone took the lead and laughed out loud. This person was none other than Tang Jun. Tang Jun stood in the audience, pointing at Mu Wenxuan and laughing so loudly that he could hardly stand up straight.
"Ten percent is really weird. I really don't know how he got into Lin Nan Academy."
"Hahaha, please keep your voice down. You never know what kind of martial arts skills someone might have. Haha, I'm laughing to death." Everyone around was laughing without any regard for Mu Wenxuan's feelings.
Meng Fan'an, Hu Peng, Qiao Xiaoyong and Yu Jing were all puzzled.
"Master Wenxuan, how can it be 10%? This is incredible."
They have all seen Mu Wenxuan's strength with their own eyes. The four-fingered arrow disciple can resist the pressure of the arrow king and instantly kill the five-fingered and six-star arrow disciple Dong Huizuo. Such a defiant move, how can he be a 10% arrow source?
What about fusion?
With a fusion degree of 10%, you must know that even ordinary mortals are not like this. Most people are around 20 to 30%, which is already considered a useless qualification.
It is difficult for such people to achieve cultivation. Even if they rely on external forces or chance to achieve strong cultivation, they will eventually encounter bottlenecks and cannot reach the highest peak.
To put it simply, 10% has no training value at all, and Lin Nan Academy will not waste time and energy on such people.
"How could this happen, Brother Wenxuan..." Meng Fan'an looked at Xiao Se's back and couldn't help but worry to himself.
"Hahaha, Senior Brother Bu, you really picked up a good piece of trash. Ten percent, this is the first time in my life that this little girl has heard of it. I laughed to death." Fairy Lanling held her belly in the inner courtyard pavilion and gathered in the crowd.
The gauze-covered man burst into laughter.
Zhang Yi and Hao Tianlie showed an unexpected united front: "Fairy Lanling, haha, how can you say that to Junior Brother Bu? He deliberately brought such a 'best' to the North Campus just to share the pressure for us. We
You should be grateful."
"It's so damned."
Bu Zhouhai's face was livid, and he was so ashamed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. What he wanted to do most now was to cut Fan Renhua into eight pieces.
"It's quite interesting." Zhao Qilong was not too aggressive and looked at Mu Wenxuan thoughtfully.
Mu Wenxuan was completely confused. He did not believe this fact. If he could not surpass 83% of Meng Fanan, he could understand and accept it. After all, Meng Fanan came from an ancient tribe and was born extraordinary, but if he said
He has useless qualifications and will never accept it.
The thing that puzzled him the most was that he couldn't say he was as good at controlling the power of ice as fire, but he was at least very good at it. For someone of his age, he had absolute confidence in himself.
"Am I a waste material? This is impossible. Is the magic weapon broken?"
Mu Wenxuan couldn't help but have an inexplicable thought in his mind. He looked at the magic weapon again, and the purple light on the magic weapon barely reached 10%.
The purple light is faint, like a bright fire.
Looking at the purple light, Mu Wenxuan suddenly trembled all over.
For a moment, Mu Wenxuan seemed to be silent, his whole body looking at the purple light intently.
"Purple light, how could it be purple light?" Mu Wenxuan thought in a daze.
It is originally the source of the ice arrow. No matter which angle you look at it, it should be blue or white light, definitely not purple.
There was no chill in the purple light, but it was full of cold and sharp murderous intent.
"What on earth is going on?" Mu Wenxuan looked at the purple light and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity stemming from his bloodline.
Buzz buzz~~buzz buzz~~!
At this moment, something suddenly happened.
After the magic weapon was silent for a long time, it began to tremble violently again, and the amplitude of the trembling was far greater than that of everyone before.
In the purple light, a faint icy blue light actually sprouted. The light was like a giant insect awakening in spring, swallowing up the purple light unscrupulously. When all the purple light was swallowed up, the ice light vibrated, like a wild dragon in the deep valley, leaping towards the sky on its back.
And out.
Boom!!
A faint blue light leaped from the magical weapon, emitting cold and biting power.
"What's going on? It's so cold."
"Look at the arena, the magical weapon seems to be about to explode."
The people around him were attracted by the vision and all cast aside their surprised eyes, including many elders in the inner courtyard and the dean Zhao Qilong.
"What happened when you fell to the ground?"
The blue light penetrates the magic weapon and directly reaches 50%, 60%, 70%, and 80%.
In the blink of an eye, we have reached 80% of each section, and there is no tendency to be sarcastic at all. It is still charging towards the sky like a wild beast or a dragon from the deep sea.
"Ninety percent, more than ninety percent, what's going on?"
"Is the magic weapon Yayuan tested broken? What's going on with this blue light?"
"Isn't this kid's Yagen purple? Why did it suddenly turn blue? It's so strange."
The crowd was astonished as never before, and they all jumped to their feet.
"One hundred...one hundred percent, a talent sent from heaven!"
Finally at this time, the blue light stopped beating. After the cold current slowly dissipated, everyone looked in surprise and saw that the peak of the blue light was actually... 100% of each segment.
"One hundred percent...how is this possible?" Zhao Qilong stood up and jumped onto the ring.
Zhao Qilong jumped onto the ring, grabbed Mu Wenxuan, and immediately his eyes widened in surprise: "With this power, could it be said that you are a descendant of the Ice Tribe?"
Perhaps not many people present of the Ice Tribe knew this, but as the dean of Lin Nan College, it was impossible for him not to know that the Ice Tribe, once the overlord of heaven and earth and the master of all things, was so powerful that it still makes people fearful.
Mu Wenxuan was also frightened by the words "Ice Clan". He broke away from Zhao Qilong and took several steps back.
For him, he has experienced many strong winds and waves, but the picture in front of him still shocked him, especially the word "ice tribe" in Zhao Qilong's mouth. Huan Lao once told him not to expose the ice tribe when leaving the Chenyun Empire.
It is a family matter, otherwise it will definitely lead to death.
The Ice Tribe exists like a forbidden curse on the entire continent.
"Answer me, are you a descendant of the Ice Tribe?"
A strong coercion rose up so vastly that even the wind and clouds in the sky were shaken.
Zhao Qilong did not allow Mu Wenxuan to retreat, and grabbed Mu Wenxuan's chest with one hand, "Answer me immediately, are you a descendant of the Ice Clan?"
"Brother Wenxuan."
Meng Fan'an was nervous and suddenly jumped onto the ring with a flash of light. The power of the six-fingered arrow spirit surged out from his body crazily. This power knocked the nearby disciples back a few steps.
"Get out of my way!"
Although the power of the arrow spirit was powerful, it had no effect on Zhao Qilong. Between his arms, a cold wave, like a black hole swallowing the sky, directly bombarded Meng Fanan's chest.