C19 Talent Test

After the youth threw his lunchbox onto the ground, the people beside the youth also began to imitate him as they threw away the lunchbox and shouted loudly.

Xuanyang's eyes lit up. He hadn't caused any trouble yet, but it was time to pull aggro. Xuanyang stood up and said to the students that were causing trouble before the restaurant staff arrived.

"Some dogs are like humans. They pick the best dogs and even like to cause trouble. I wonder what their parents taught them, they gave birth to a useless dog."

Seeing that someone was interrupting, the teenager was stunned. He carefully thought back to what Xuanyang had said, and with a look of disbelief, he shouted at Xuanyang:

"Brat, are you scolding me?"

"Be confident, don't remove it."

Xuanyang said with a smile. He did not practice in the library for three days for nothing before school started.

"You are f * * king courting death!"

The teenager rushed over and prepared to give Xuanyang a good beating. With one hand, he lifted the youth as if he was holding a little chicken.

"Who the f * ck are you? Let go of me!"

The youth shouted loudly. His hands and feet were moving about nonstop, but it was to no avail. A tall man wearing white chef clothes said to the young man:

"His mouth is so smelly before he's even an adult. It's time to hit him."

With that, the man directly slapped the youth's face twice. His voice was abnormally loud and clear, and the youth's face immediately swelled up as he vaguely said:

"Noob, keep it for me. I won't let you get away with this."

It was just an interlude, so Xuanyang didn't care. It was just a pity that he didn't do anything yet.

However, this was luck for the arrogant teenager. If Xuanyang was the one to take action, he would get the teenager to lick the food he wasted bit by bit.

He had been too low-key in the past. In any case, he wouldn't die in a short period of time.

After all, there was hatred for being so arrogant. He was too low-key and did not even have a sense of existence. Xuanyang had a deep understanding of this. No one in this world knew Xuanyang's background.

Xuanyang had decided to go crazy.

After the meal, Xuanyang walked there, and Lin Yue followed him there. Since Xuanyang didn't say anything, Lin Yue didn't say anything either. She just followed Xuanyang, the bitterness in her eyes deepened.

Just like this, Lin Yue followed Xuanyang and walked around the school building. The Dylan Cultivation College took up a lot of space.

The two of them walked around the school building and dormitory for a bit, and by the time it was 2 PM, all of the new first-year students had already gathered in the square.

At this moment, the square had two door-frame instruments and dozens of mechanical shards.

Xuanyang was a little doubtful. Did cultivators still need to know how to compete with machines? Lin Yue saw through Xuanyang's doubt and mumbled to herself as she explained. It turned out that Dylan Cultivation College does not only accept students who can cultivate, it also accepts refiners.

However, this refiner was different from the weapons craftsman. After all, this was the age of hot weapons, and although there were still people who could use the traditional sabers and spears, they had also undergone the fusion of technology.

But modern refiners not only knew how to refine magical equipment, they also knew how to create machinery, hot weapons, large-scale spiritual energy equipment, and so on...

Some people may not have talent in cultivation and would stop at Foundation Establishment for a lifetime, but they were exceptionally strong in refining. This person would also be respected by tens of thousands of people. After all, it was more likely for a cultivator to survive if they had a handy weapon.

As for the Psionic Ability testing instrument, the Psionic Ability testing instrument could measure a person's sensitivity to spiritual energy. The higher the sensitivity, the better the talent of the person and the faster the cultivation speed.

Xuanyang was already an immortal. His body was flawless and could absorb 100% of the spiritual energy.

Looking at the two psionic assessment machines, Xuanyang recalled the three months he had seen the mobile computer robots, and he couldn't help but sigh with emotion. Sometimes, technology is awesome, you can talk from a thousand miles away, you can find information anytime, and now you can even test a person's talent.

Of course, Xuanyang could easily do these things too, but his cultivation was still here — Immortal.

No wonder information was developed in this era. If it was in Xuanyang's era, the Thousand Mile Sound Transmission Technique would only be possessed by Spirit Separating Stage.

Even though modern humans were weak in terms of individual strength, this little kid was truly intelligent.

Xuanyang thought about it and closed off his consciousness. Sometimes knowing too much would be meaningless.

He suddenly thought of the people in the novels who had reached the Immortal Ascension Stage. Some of them were geniuses, while others had ten thousand years of experience. Diaos were quite common. There were all sorts of situations.

Even though he was an immortal, he was definitely lying. The situation might even turn out like this, and Xuanyang couldn't guarantee that a genius would definitely become an immortal.

He couldn't hang himself on a tree. Although Xuanyang could nurture a person to the Mahayana Stage, flying to the Nine Heavenly Lightning Tribulations wasn't something Xuanyang could control.

If Xuanyang were to help, the intensity of the heavenly tribulation would instantly increase by countless times. It would be able to instantly kill the person undergoing the heavenly tribulation just by rubbing against the side. Xuanyang himself might not die, but his body would still feel a lot of pain.

It was not worth it to not die even after suffering for nothing.

"Starting from the Psionic Ability test, the highest talent is one hundred, and the lowest is zero. Class 1, Li Changhe, come over for your test. "

"Alright." A petite youth said in a simple voice. Li Changhe walked through the center of the Psionic Power tester. A number appeared on the screen of the tester.

"Li Changhe's talent is eleven."

Most of the people present laughed, especially that arrogant youth in the cafeteria who had looked for trouble. It was unknown what medicine he had used on his face, but it had already been cured.

"Hahaha, young master is dying of laughter, such a low price, useless trash."

A hint of blood-red appeared in Li Changhe's eyes. How could it be so low? However, he did not say anything and left the square alone.

"Aren't the people who came here either rich or noble? Shouldn't they have already tested their talent?"

Xuanyang asked Lin Yue in confusion, as he said his longest sentence today.

"What do you mean 'rich' or 'noble'? Although this is the best cultivation academy in District Z, some families have indeed sent their children here." However, the death rate in this academy was also the highest, so only a portion of the clans chose this place. Thus, the number of people accepted by the academy was not many. In order to increase the number of students in the academy, the academy will issue many students as indicators. As long as enough tuition fees are paid, they can come to cultivate. "

"Besides, a Psionic Ability testing machine isn't something that just anyone can buy. In the entire Z area, only the five great families have a testing machine. Everyone else also has their first test today. Even if you don't mention the fact that this student's talent is not low, it's a pity that no one else knows. "

You don't even know this? Lin Yue looked at Xuanyang as if she was looking at a country bumpkin. Indeed, Xuanyang didn't know anything. There were some things that Xuanyang didn't want to know. You said that you were sleeping well and wanted to disturb his sweet dreams, yet now you still had to ask a junior about them.

Luckily, Xuanyang wasn't a very traditional person, he knew to be shameless. Anyway, he was 18 years old now, so just treat him as a normal arrogant teenager.

Those who didn't understand the situation could be destroyed with a single punch.