Landing in the Fantastic World

Three days later, Mu Yu's cultivation improved greatly, and his level broke through again, reaching level 48.

Today is the theoretical assessment and test day for the freshmen of the Northwest Spiritual Academy.

All the new students gathered outside the classroom, looking dignified and nervous.

Some timid people even turned pale, and the corners of their mouths trembled constantly.

They have all heard that the vice-president of the Outer Academy personally set the questions for this theory assessment test, and the questions are very difficult.

Those who fail the assessment will be kicked out of the Spiritual Academy.

When Mu Yu arrived, the other students in Class D were already there.

"You really dare to take the exam."

Class Ding teacher Huang Qiming narrowed his eyes and cast a cold glance at Mu Yu, "If you fail the assessment, I won't intercede for you. If you should get out, then get out."

Mu Yu walked directly into Ding Ban's queue as if he had never heard of it.

"What a clueless thing!" Huang Qiming cursed in his heart.

The assessment began, and all the students sat down according to their seat numbers.

After the test paper was handed out, Mu Yu casually looked at the questions in the test paper.

The first big question is all the basic theoretical questions of practice.

Including the luck method of practicing breathing, the division of cultivation realm, the cultivation method of profound skills, the rational combination of kung fu and profound skills, etc., it seems to be quite simple anyway. Mu Yu picked up the pen and spent three minutes in a hurry Time to write it all down.

Then he turned his attention to the second big question again.

The second big question is the actual combat discussion question.

Mu Yu has rich experience in actual combat, coupled with the inheritance of the three artistic conceptions under the white jade wall, facing any difficult combat situation in the title, he has listed at least three or more ways to solve it.

It also only took five minutes, and it was all done.

The third big question is to talk about your understanding of kendo.

This question really caught Mu Yu's heart. Mu Yu's swordsmanship had already reached the pinnacle level, and even Elder Qiu admired him. How could such a question stump him.

Mu Yu didn't even think about it, and wrote thousands of words on the paper eloquently. The words are like gold, containing the true meaning of swordsmanship.

After finishing all the questions, it took Mu Yu less than twenty minutes.

Mu Yu raised his head and looked around.

The other students were all frowning, helpless. Obviously, these questions were beyond their ability, which made them feel overwhelmed.

"What are you looking at? Want to take a peek? Be honest with me."

In front of the students, the head teachers of the four classes were watching the students. When seeing Mu Yu looking around, Ding Xian, the head teacher of Class A, reprimanded angrily.

Then he sneered at Huang Qiming, the head teacher of Class D: "Aside from peeking at cheating, don't you students in Class D have other skills?"

"Hahaha……"

Min Ruolei, the head teacher of Class B, and Jiang Hong, the head teacher of Class C, also laughed and looked at Huang Qiming with disdain.

Huang Qiming was the worst in every aspect among the four of them, that's why he was assigned to the worst class Ding as the head teacher.

All three of them looked down on Huang Qiming.

Huang Qiming's face turned red and he was extremely embarrassed, but he didn't dare to refute at all. Instead, he vented all the resentment on Mu Yu from the bottom of his heart.

"Teacher, I have to hand in the paper early!"

Mu Yu had already finished writing anyway, and he didn't want to waste time here, so he proposed to hand in the paper in advance.

"If you can't take a peek, you're ready to give up? Why would my Northwest Spiritual Institute recruit a trash student like you?"

Hearing that Mu Yu was going to hand in the papers ahead of time, Ding Xian subconsciously thought that Mu Yu was about to give up because he couldn't peek at cheating, so he couldn't help but sneered.