Chapter 115: The selection competition for those who are similar to the Law-abiding One begins.

"Trials? I see. Get the top seven, so that your mission can continue."

"Huh? The Herrscher cores are swapped? Xiaoxi, you are really good at talking... Well, let me think about it."

After closing the communication sent by Shibao, Lu Xueling continued to watch Meng Hongchen trying on the Valkyrie chariot.

"Xiao Meng has persisted for three hours...Mr. Lu." Jing Hongchen loves his grandson very much and feels that it is enough.

Lu Xueling didn't make things difficult for him any more. He waved his hand to indicate that the test had passed successfully.

"According to the rules, from now on, Meng Hongchen, this chariot armor is yours. Use it well."

The armor popped out automatically, and Meng Hongchen staggered out of the test site. Jing Hongchen was quick to support his granddaughter, but accidentally pinched her arms and hurt her, causing Meng Hongchen to groan in pain.

"What, what happened, Xiao Meng?!"

Meng Hongchen gasped for breath and said intermittently: "Grandpa...my hand seems to be dislocated..."

Lu Xueling held his forehead and sighed: "Hey, why are the physical qualities of the soul masters of your Sun Moon Empire so poor? Is it because they took too many drugs?"

Jing Hongchen shook his head helplessly: "I'm sorry Mr. Lu, but this is indeed a common problem in my Sun Moon Empire. It's just that Youlan...oh no, how come Gu Youyue is so adept at it?"

After the Silver Dragon King came, the name of the auspicious beast, Youlan, was naturally changed on the student roster. Although Jing Hongchen didn't know why the little girl wanted to change her name, he still respected other people's wishes.

Lu Xueling rolled his eyes. "Don't you see what kind of martial spirit she has? The Golden Dragon. I dare say that even if she doesn't wear the Valkyrie armor, she is still strong enough to fight across a large realm of spirit masters without losing. Besides, she is not like you spirit masters who take drugs every day."

Then he ignored Jing Hongchen, took the chariot armor, clicked the core device behind it, and took out a small dark blue scrap.

"Your body isn't very good, but your will is good, Meng Hongchen."

Meng Hongchen looked at the thumb-sized crystal in Lu Xueling's hand with a little curiosity and asked, "Deputy Hall Master, what is this?"

Lu Xueling just chuckled and played with the crystal for a while. From his expression, it seemed that he had thought of something fun: "Meng Hongchen, do you like riding a motorcycle?"

"Mo...motorcycle?" Meng Hongchen was a little confused. She couldn't keep up with the deputy hall master's jumping thoughts.

Jing Hongchen coughed at this time: "Mr. Lu... Xiaomeng doesn't have a driver's license yet..."

"Ah... It's okay, as long as you like to drive it."

Lu Xueling remembered the idea that the Herrscher of Corrosion had just mentioned to him: exchanging the Herrscher cores.

This is something worth a try.

At this moment, Meng Hongchen, who had endured a small portion of the energy of the Herrscher's Core but had not lost his mind and turned into a dead soldier, was a suitable experimental subject.

Of course, Lu Xueling would still ensure her personal safety during this process. He was at least more conscientious than a certain dog-hearted bishop and would not take someone's life at every turn.

As for the core of the Herrscher of Death, Lu Xueling gave it to Xilin to play with for the time being.

After stuffing the fragments back into the tank armor, Lu Xueling painted another promise for Meng Hongchen: "Come and train in the tank every day from now on. I predict that after a week at most, if you can still hold on..."

"Meng Hongchen, I promise that you will become a pseudo-hermit."

"A pseudo-hermeneutic...?"

[Douluo Star native, soul mentor Meng Hongchen, loyalty 10%. ]

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No one knows how the core disciple selection competition is conducted. But for every core disciple, this is a test that cannot be avoided. Fortunately, there is no punishment for this test. Ding Lingling——

The bell rang, and the day's classes were over. The students in Grade 2, Class 1 also relaxed with relief.

Wang Yan sorted out his teaching plan and said loudly: "All core disciples, please stay and follow me to the fighting spirit area later."

Here it comes. Most of the core disciples were excited, they knew that the selection competition was about to begin.

However, unlike what they had imagined, the assessment did not take up their class time, but was conducted after school in the afternoon.

There were a total of 12 core disciples in the second grade. Led by three teachers, they left the teaching building and came to the fighting spirit area.

After waiting for a while, Qian Mu Qian Fei saw a few familiar faces again.

Bei Bei, Xu Sanshi, and Jiang Nannan appeared in sight one after another. They were all core disciples in the fifth grade.

There was another person who stood out among the students whose average height was only 1.7 meters.

He was extremely tall, more than two meters tall, with exaggeratedly broad shoulders, his upper body was bare, revealing dark muscles, and his head was bare. Compared with ordinary people, he was much darker, with a simple and honest look on his face.

Judging from the standards on his school uniform, he should be a core disciple from the Soul Guidance Department.

With the arrival of core disciples from other grades, the total number finally settled on 27.

A staggering old man was walking towards us from a distance. He was wobbling with every step and it seemed like he might fall down at any time.

That’s right, Chicken Leg Douluo is here again.

Xuan Zi staggered to the front of the students, raised his head with drunken eyes and called out, "Xiao Wang."

"Mr. Xuan." Wang Yan hurried forward and saluted respectfully.

"Are you all here?"

Wang Yan replied: "They are all here. There are 26 core disciples from the Martial Soul Department from the second to fifth grade, and only one person from the Soul Guidance Department has come."

"Gurgle~ Then let's go in." After saying that, Xuanzi took another sip of wine, turned around and staggered into the fighting spirit area.

They walked all the way to the center of the fighting spirit area before stopping, and the core disciples also stood still under the guidance of their teachers.

Xuan Zi turned around, first took one more look at Qian Mu and Qian Fei, then said in a muffled voice: "Listen carefully, little guys. The core disciple assessment you are about to take is very simple. I call it a collective brawl."

"Within this fighting spirit area, you can attack as you please and fight however you want. There are no rules. Those who surrender or are rescued will be eliminated. The last seven people left will be the winners. All right, teachers, go out. When I say start, you can start fighting."

"what???"

After hearing what Master Xuan said, the students couldn't help but stare at each other in bewilderment. They had never seen such a test method before.

There are 27 people, and everyone has different abilities and strengths. What can be tested from such a chaotic fight?

But at this time, Qian Mu raised his hand, "Then let me confirm, is there really no rules?"

Xuan Zi took a bite of the chicken leg and nodded silently.

"Oh~" Shibao and Xue'er said in unison tacitly.

(End of this chapter)