My cultivation increased my power ten thousand times, and I became the nightmare of all races!

In the training base, blood tests have been carried out in an orderly manner, and the values ​​are quickly refreshed on the ranking list.

"Li Wanhe, 63.4 calories!"

After Li Wanhe tested his blood, he was soon submerged at the bottom. There was no way. His blood value was not noticeable among tens of thousands of students.

Jiang Li clenched his fist and smiled at him. Such a result was a great improvement for Li Wanhe.

Soon, the first warrior-level blood appeared.

"He Bingbing, 101.2 calories!"

Instantly, He Bingbing's name was ranked first in the warrior-level blood ranking. Although it was only temporary, it also made everyone remember this name.

He Bingbing's little face flushed red, and she was extremely excited. She hugged her friend. The quasi-warrior-level students were extremely envious. Looking at the big golden words, they imagined that they could climb up.

Like a signal, the warrior-level students appeared one after another.

He Bingbing was immediately pushed down.

"Meng Changqing, 253.2 calories!"

Boom!

The first intermediate warrior appeared, and the atmosphere suddenly exploded. All the students were shocked.

"I know that he is the eldest son of the Meng family and has extraordinary talent. I didn't expect that he has already broken through to the intermediate warrior realm."

"There are quite a lot of geniuses in this class of Nanming Middle School!"

A student spoke softly, with admiration in his eyes.

Meng Changqing was naturally followed by Meng Changming, who looked at his brother with admiration.

In Meng Changming's eyes, although his brother's realm was not as good as Wang Daoyuan and others, his combat talent was not bad. Not only did he master the Bull Fist, but he also had a C-level combat skill with a small success. If they really fought, it would be hard to say who would win or lose.

Seeing Nanming Middle School making a big splash and topping the warrior list, Wei Zihang from No. 2 Middle School curled his lips slightly on his handsome face, looking unhappy: "Why are you so arrogant at just an intermediate warrior?"

He stepped on the ground and entered the testing instrument.

"Wei Zihang, 358.2 calories!"

Wei Zihang's name instantly appeared on the list, severely suppressing Meng Changqing, and the students of No. 2 Middle School began to cheer.

"Wei Zihang is awesome!"

"My No. 2 Middle School is invincible, and the little Nanming dares to be so presumptuous?"

In the last exchange competition, the students of Nanming picked No. 2 Middle School, and the two schools disliked each other because of this. The students of Nanming Middle School immediately looked at each other angrily. Meng Changqing was suppressed just after he reached the top. What else could this be if not a provocation?

The students of Nanming could not help but cast their eyes on Wang Daoyuan, expecting him to suppress Wei Zihang.

Everyone understood that now it was basically the competition among the top three middle schools, No. 1 Middle School, No. 2 Middle School, and Nanming. As for the others, they were still a little short.

Wang Daoyuan crossed his arms and looked extremely calm. The 358.2 calories of blood and qi could not move him.

He looked at Su Xingchen, the champion of No. 1 Middle School, who was also calm.

"You go first, shall I go first?"

The words were full of confidence, as if he was destined to be above everyone else. No matter who came first, the result would not change. This confidence was accumulated by reaching the top again and again. Wang Daoyuan was an unsurpassable legend in Nanming.

Meng Changqing only dared to say that he had the hope of matching him, but did not dare to say that he surpassed him.

Wei Zihang was immediately angry. This clearly meant that the two of them were in a class of their own and he was not worthy of being on par with them.

"Don't you take me seriously? I want to see how good you two are!"

Geniuses are proud, and naturally they will not admit that they are inferior to others. Su Xingchen shook his head and did not want to waste time in such a place.

"Then I'll go first."

He had an upright figure and a good family background. He attracted the attention of thousands of girls. He was a recognized prince charming, which made Wang Daoyuan curl his lips: "What a show-off!"

In the next moment, Wang Daoyuan's eyes fixed, and he saw that Su Xingchen's name topped the list.

Su Xingchen, 389.1 card!

Not only has he reached the advanced warrior level, he is even just one step away from the peak warrior level!

All the students stared at the golden number, shocked.

"Is this... is this really a student from the same class as us? Are you sure this is not the Qi and Blood level that only college students should have?"

Mao Buyi from Nanhe High School was considered excellent in the same level and barely broke through to the advanced warrior level. Now, at the high school stage, these two have surpassed Mao Buyi. You can see the gap.

The gap between geniuses and ordinary people is terrifying.

"Su Xingchen should be the leader this time. Wang Daoyuan will definitely not be able to beat him." A student said with certainty.

Wei Zihang looked ugly. He thought everyone was on par with him, but he didn't expect that he actually surpassed himself by dozens of cards of Qi and Blood, making himself look like a clown.

Su Yueyue's pretty face was full of joy and pride.

"Jiang Li,My brother is awesome, isn't he!"

Jiang Li smiled: "Awesome, awesome."

"Hmph, that's good to know. If you bully me in the future, I'll let him beat you."

Su Yueyue raised her little fist, trying to fight for the throne of the family. She had just tested her blood and qi, 94.2 calories, a rapid improvement, but when she thought of Jiang Li's breakthrough to the warrior level, she pouted. There was no way, she still couldn't beat him.

Jiang Li smiled but said nothing.

"Why don't you test your blood and qi? Our class is almost over."

"No hurry, I'll test it right away." Jiang Li stretched and smiled.

At this time.

Wang Daoyuan's eyes also became serious. Su Xingchen was indeed a little beyond his expectations.

"But, the first place is destined to be me!"

"Little punk, feel the fear!"

He turned his eyes to Jiang Li with some teasing, but what made him itchy was that Jiang Li didn't even care about him.

"If you pretend for a while, you'll see what's going on. "

Wang Daoyuan was extremely confident, and everyone could feel that attitude. The results of the blood test came out instantly.

Wang Daoyuan, 397.6 calories!

At this moment, everyone screamed in shock, unprecedented shock. If Su Xingchen was only one step away from the peak warrior, then Wang Daoyuan had stepped half a foot in.

"Fuck! What is this? Is this really a senior high school student? ? "

"Hahaha, I knew that Brother Daoyuan suppressed everything. No. 1 Middle School and No. 2 Middle School, now keep barking for me? ! "

Su Xingchen was silent.

He really didn't expect Wang Daoyuan's blood to reach this level, but he smiled immediately.

"This is interesting, actual combat is our real battlefield."

From beginning to end, in his eyes, the only competitor in this mock exam was Wang Daoyuan. Wei Zihang was extremely aggrieved, but he couldn't use the blood level to slap him in the face, so he could only hatefully say: "What's the use of high blood, I'll fight you two! "

Wang Daoyuan was in high spirits, thousands of eyes were focused on him, he enjoyed this feeling, he turned his eyes to Jiang Li, trying to see a trace of panic in his eyes.

This time.

Jiang Li finally responded to his gaze.

But this response was full of disregard and casualness, just like the 397.6 calories of blood were air.

"Keep pretending, I want to see how long you can pretend!"

Wang Daoyuan's face was gloomy, watching Jiang Li step by step into the testing equipment.