The old man who appeared next to Huang Lin was the dean of the Knight Academy.
The dean looked at the secret environment that was dark and self-illuminating, emitting bursts of holy light, and said indifferently: "Can he succeed? You should know how much pressure I have put on to let you delay time like this, with so many resources. With so much money, if he fails..."
Huang Lin looked serious, and said seriously: "He has fulfilled all the requirements of the Storm Swordsman, and there is no way he will fail."
At the same time, in one corner after another outside the sanctuary, figures kept appearing in the dark night.
The dean smiled wryly and said: "Storm Swordsman... has attracted the attention of too many people..."
"I'll kill anyone who doesn't obey the rules." Huang Lin's words sounded like a sword, and there was the sound of gold and iron in the air.
Indistinctly, Kaunitz, Barbara, Ferdinand, Jack, Anthony, and even Robert and other knights from other classes also rushed over after receiving the news. They watched Fang Xingjian enter the secret realm, and the eyes of them all rushed over. There is disdain, surprise, and doubt.
There is only one question in their minds now.
Fang Xingjian, will he be able to successfully become the Storm Swordsman
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As soon as Fang Xingjian stepped into the territory of the holy hall, he could feel that there seemed to be some things in the air that he didn't usually have.
As he got closer and closer to the sanctuary step by step, the restlessness in the air became more and more intense, making him feel his heartbeat and blood flow seem to be getting faster and faster amidst this restlessness .
However, with Fang Xingjian's attributes at this time, and his ability to control the movement of his body, mere restlessness couldn't stop him at all. He took a few steps in a row and stepped directly into the gate of the temple.
With this step in, Fang Xingjian felt as if he had come to another world, where berserk ether fans were rippling in the air, and endless information was freely released in the broken space.
Fang Xingjian's eyes saw endless, past and future, countless scenes of worlds.
Fang Xingjian's ears heard crying, shouting, screaming, countless voices of men, women, old people, and children.
Fang Xingjian's body seemed to be being pulled by countless people, as if he had entered hell, and countless little ghosts wanted to pull him to the underworld.
This is the Shattered Void, this is the Etherium.
Countless mini black holes disappear and reappear in an instant, they hardly affect any matter, but they send information.
However, Fang Xingjian had already previewed what would happen in the secret realm, so he was only slightly taken aback, then ignored these and continued walking towards the interior of the holy hall.
The spatial structure in the secret realm is different from that of ordinary spaces. Fang Xingjian looks small from the outside, but after entering it, he can find that it is very large.
Fang Xingjian walked all the way to the center of the holy hall, which is the area where the etheric fans are most active. The more active the etheric fans are, the higher the success rate of a turn will be.
Along the way, Xingjian felt that the restless power around him was getting stronger and stronger. There was nothing, but there was something like sea water that was constantly disturbing his body. Backwards, sometimes pushing him from behind, sometimes blocking him from the front.
However, Fang Xingjian's strength quality has reached 48+4, a full 52 points, even if a truck is in front of him, he can carry it away at will, let alone some disturbance of strength.
In this way, he came to the central position of the holy hall step by step. Fang Xingjian sat down cross-legged, controlling his breathing rhythm, blood flow, and fully operating his ripples and mental methods.
To change jobs in the secret realm is to run the ripples and mentality with all your strength, find a way to use your own ripples and mentality to make your life frequency close to the frequency of a certain kind of etheric fan around you, and use your own power to move nature the power of.
Fang Xingjian visualized his whole body emanating slight fluctuations, constantly communicating with the etheric fans in the surrounding air.
In the outside world, most of his efforts would be in vain, but in the secret realm, the space is broken, and the etheric fans are more active than ever. Fang Xingjian felt that with the continuous operation of his ripples and mental methods, the entire holy hall and the entire space seemed to be in turmoil. They all trembled violently.
But the ripples he is running now are not the Xilan Fengshen ripples that should have been used by the Storm Swordsman, but the new ripples that he has just corrected and displayed on the panel.
Sonic sword breath ripple level 1, strength quality +1, speed quality +2, reaction quality +1, endurance quality +1, flexibility quality +1 after operation
This ripple is a stronger basic ripple than Xilan Fengshen's ripple, and it is different from the special type of Xilan Fengshen ripple that can have the ability to manipulate wind in the future.
This sonic sword breath ripple sacrificed the ability to manipulate the wind, but in exchange for more powerful explosive power and speed.
Therefore, Fang Xingjian now exceeds the requirements of the Storm Swordsman in terms of attributes and ripples, which makes him keep looking forward to whether he can get a stronger job than the Storm Swordsman.
"bring it on."
"bring it on."
"Aether fan."
"Give me the power I deserve!"
A slight breeze blew up and down Fang Xingjian's body, and the next moment, the breeze turned into a squall, a storm, and countless air molecules directly swam around Fang Xingjian's body, enveloping his entire body.
On his panel, the value of potential began to jump wildly, but unfortunately his potential was contributed to the practice every day, and there was not much left, and it returned to zero after a few jumps. In fact, the potential is consumed when changing jobs, which has never happened in history.
Because in history, there has never been anyone who had such a solid foundation before changing jobs as Fang Xingjian, and had such excellent talent.
The next moment, Fang Xingjian felt countless invisible forces directly penetrate into his body, constantly squeezing his flesh, internal organs, blood vessels, and nerves.
With a pop, he suddenly spit out a big mouthful of blood.
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Two full hours later, Huang Lin and the others outside the sanctuary could not see the slightest abnormality compared to the movement in the sanctuary, which was determined by the special nature of the secret realm.
It was in Huang Lin's slightly nervous gaze.
Suddenly, a figure came out slowly, that figure staggered and stumbled out of the sanctuary.
Huang Lin's face changed, and his figure rushed up in a flash, grabbed Fang Xingjian's shoulders, and supported his body.
At this time, Fang Xingjian's face was ashen, and he vomited blood. His whole body looked like he had suffered a serious illness, except for his eyes, which were condensed and extremely energetic.
Huang Lin asked nervously, "What's going on, what happened?"
Fang Xingjian looked at his panel, looked at the profession "Wind Shadow Sword God" and the two extra specialties and skills on the panel, and laughed: "I... I succeeded..."
The next moment, he rolled his eyes and passed out.
Huang Lin frowned, his face was gloomy, and he didn't say much. Holding Fang Xingjian in his arms, he took a few steps and walked towards his room.
The dean sighed, and the figure disappeared.
Kaunitz was stunned for a while when he saw this scene, and then he laughed loudly and said, "Success? Hahahaha, Barbara, have you ever heard of a career change that succeeded in getting a job and walked out while vomiting blood? , and fainted in the end?"
Barbara on the side smiled and said: "No, there is only one situation that fits, and that is the failure of the inauguration, and the ether fans are backlashing in the body."
"A trash who didn't succeed in a single turn." Kaunitz sneered slightly, "Genius? I think it's trash. I don't think there is any need for tomorrow's duel."
Jack and Anthony looked at each other, sighed, and Qi Qi chased in the direction Huang Lin left.