Super Theological Academy to Conquer the World

"Who is that person? Is that voice an illusion?"

Xiao Yan frowned, but just in his daze time, the middle-aged man in charge of the test next to him was already impatiently reminded.

"Xiao Yan, hurry up when the test is over, don't delay other people's tests."

Xiao Yan smiled bitterly, said nothing more, and walked off the test bench.

"Next, Xiao Xun'er!"

In the noisy crowd, the tester's voice rang again.

As this elegant name sounded, the crowd suddenly quieted down, and all eyes turned suddenly.

At the point where everyone's eyes converged, a young girl in a purple dress was standing gracefully, with a calm, tender and pretty face, which had not changed at all because of everyone's attention.

The girl's cool and indifferent temperament is just like the beginning of Qinglian, but at a young age, she has begun to have a refined temperament.

"Xiao Xun'er ..."

Chu Mo murmured. He leaned against the wall of Xiao's courtyard. This girl cares more about him, because she has the Jindi Fentianyan, ranked fourth in the list of different fires, which is also the fire of the ancients.

However, the ancient tribes are not too good to provoke.

"Fight of Fighting: Nine Duan! Level: Advanced!"

At the other end of the courtyard wall, the voice of the middle-aged tester came again. Chu Mo smiled at the corner of his mouth. As the eldest lady of the ancient tribe, she was a blood of the gods. How could it be that the fourteen-year-old was the ninth part of the fighting spirit. This ancient Xun'er had a deep affection for Xiao Yan.

"The protagonist template is really enviable, isn't it?"

Chu Mo murmured, shook his head, and disappeared into the Xiao Family Courtyard.

Back mountain.

The silver moon is like a plate, hanging high in the sky, and the hazy moonlight is mostly covered by dark clouds.

In the lush woods, Chu Mo sat alone on his knees. The fighting spirit of this world, or the soul of the Douluo continent, is nothing but an energy.

Chu Mo is practicing and waiting for someone by the way, Xiao Yan.

He must be back. In three years, Xiao Yan has suffered cold eyes, and while his character has become tough, he has long been expecting the so-called miracle.

"coming."

Chu Mo murmured lightly, as if talking to someone.

From behind an ancient tree, Xiao Yan's figure came out, looked at Chu Mo from afar, and examined it. With Chu Mo's strength, every move of the entire Xiao family is under his monitoring.

"What are you doing with me?" Xiao Yan frowned and went straight to the subject.

"Don't worry."

Chu Mo shook his head, looked behind Xiao Yan, and said, "Go back and tell your lady, I am not malicious to Xiao Yan, this is also helping him."

As the words fell, Chu Mo's thoughts expanded and shrouded the entire Houshan.

Gu Xun'er really cares about Xiao Yan. He even sent an Emperor-level guard to follow Xiao Yan. With Xiao Yan's current practice, he can't find it naturally, but Chu Mo is different.

Xiao Yan's face changed slightly, and he looked behind him. Although he didn't know who Chu Mo was talking about, he could also hear someone secretly following him in a few words.

"I want to make a deal with you."

Chu Mo said, he also doesn't like to be wordy, "I help you become a combatant, give you a set of Xuanji fighting skills, and solve the situation where your soul power is automatically lost."

"Then what do you want me to do? It will be my soul if I say nothing."

Xiao Yan didn't believe that such a large bargain would hit his head. After listening to Chu Mo's words, he became more alert.

"What's the use of my soul, I want the ring on your hand, it's a friend's thing, I'll take it back." Chu Mo said lightly.

"My ring."

Xiao Yan froze for a moment, Xiao Yan's eyes suddenly stopped on the right hand ... The black quaint ring, this is his mother's relics, but to tell the truth this ring is ordinary, it seems worthless.

"What if I refuse?"

Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes.

"Reject, just refuse, anyway, I just got up on a whim, but this may be the last chance for you." Chu Mo said with a plain expression.

"You think about it, if you don't agree, it's fine."

Chu Mo turned away and was about to leave.

"Wait, I agreed." Xiao Yan hesitated for a moment, and then took off the ring in his hand. After thinking for a moment, he threw the ring directly at Chu Mo.

He also understands the gap between his strength and Chu Mo. If the other party wants to kill himself, he has no chance to call for help, so he doesn't have to worry about whether the other party will regret it.

"very smart."

Chu Mo chuckled, and with his current strength, he understood the power system of the world. It was difficult and difficult, simple and simple. It was actually a very simple thing to promote Xiao Yan to the fighter.

Before secretly observing the situation of several fighters of the Xiao family, he probably also understood how the so-called fighting cyclones condensed. As for the so-called Xuan-order fighting skills, the pulse technique can be changed and driven by the fighting qi.

Fighting skills are nothing more than the use of fighting skills. Chu Mo's current strength, creating a few small skills, is absolutely comparable to Xuan level fighting skills.

"Om ~"

Chu Mo is a little bit, a red streamer is submerged in Xiao Yan's body, which is mixed with a trace of divine power, which may allow Xiao Yan's divine body to evolve one percent of the divine body. In the body of Yan.

"Practice cross-legged, our deal is over."

Chu Mo slowly opened his mouth and looked at the ring in his hand. After leaving a few pulses in Xiao Yan's mind, the figure left Xiao's backyard.

"what!"

Xiao Yan almost thought that Chu Mo was going to kill him, and he roared in pain and knelt down on the ground.

However, he soon discovered the clue that the surrounding fighting energy was continuously plunged into his body, and his cultivation was promoted for a period of time.

By the time he reacted, he was already condensing the cyclone.

Chu Mo's calculations were just right. This divine power was only enough for Xiao Yan to become a fighter.

"Brother Xiao Yan."

Not far away, Gu Xun'er's voice came, obviously after listening to Ling Ying's report, he was even more uneasy.

"Xun'er, I'm fine, I'm a combatant again."

Xiao Yan opened his eyes excitedly, and the loss of soul power also disappeared, and he once again became a fighter.

"Little doll, do you see me coming?"

Chu Mo came to stay in an inn and just entered the house. The ring in his hand sounded an old man's voice, but the voice was a little indifferent.

"Oh, old things, can't help but come out." Chu Mo chuckled lightly, not worried, sitting cross-legged, "You just secretly absorbed a trace of my power, when I don't know?"

"Your little baby, it's really not big or small. Since you want my help, why don't you give me a favor."

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