The twelve volumes of the Occupational Rankings, each of which has my name on it

The battle was a turbulent one, but the truth was that the enemy was in trouble.

Yunshan City's action against the bandits was a punch in the face of cotton.

The bandits disappeared without a trace.

Because they were all in Song Gua's body.

This made the clones very depressed.

"Why do I feel like I'm in jail again?"

"I'm in a labor camp in my dream."

"You old thief! Let me out! I want to run! Jump! Go to the golden hook!"

"You were the one who handed out flyers by the golden hook near the mental hospital last time, right?"

"It's been several days since the experience fatigue ended. If I don't level up, I feel like I've lost 100 million."

"100 million? You've lost a lot of money on this."

"I miss the taste of the spicy hot pot near the school."

"I miss the taste of the milk tea near the community."

"I miss the taste of a massage shop near the headquarters."

"What taste? Tell me more."

At this time, Song Gua was sitting in the classroom, waiting for the teacher to announce the results of the first mock exam.

The clones in his mind were bored and could only chat to kill time.

Song Gua had gotten used to hearing these chaotic voices all the time.

He has trained his hearing, and even with these noisy sounds, he can still receive the surrounding sound information like ordinary people.

"Here, I want to congratulate two students in our class for achieving the top 50 in the city. They will participate in the Yunshan Fantasy Trial in three days!"

After hearing the head teacher announce the news, the students talked about it.

"There are actually two people? One of them must be the big boss Song Gua, who is the other one?"

"It's amazing to be in the top 50!"

"There are many children from the four major families this year. It's not easy to compete among them."

The head teacher suppressed the discussion in the class and said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, I won't keep you in suspense. The first one is naturally Song Gua, who scored the first place in the city. Everyone applaud!"

"Hua La La..."

The applause was thunderous.

It turned out to be the first.

Song Gua thought that he would definitely be in the top 50, but he should not be able to compete with the powerful children who gave money to the judges.

It seems that the four major families are still decent, and the judges did not give too many random scores.

Yes, the top 50 is enough. It's just a mock exam. What's the big deal about first and second place? There is no prize.

Song Gua is curious about who will be the other top 50 in the class?

When most of the quotas have been occupied by the rich and powerful, he can still make it into the top 50. If he is scored seriously, he must be higher.

"The second student is Yuwen Hao, who ranks 50th in the city!"

A sound of gasps.

Yuwen Hao stood up with his hands on his waist and dubbed himself.

"Dangdangdang! Hey, what's your reaction? Why didn't you give me some of the applause you gave to Lao Song just now?"

Yuwen Hao's hobby is well known in the class.

The girls are particularly disdainful of him.

The boys all have girls they admire, and they will naturally follow the girls who disdain the object of their disdain.

So, the applause for Yuwen Hao turned into a "che——".

Some people questioned.

"Huangmao, did you bribe the judges? How could you make it into the top 50?"

"Yes, if there is a city-wide lust contest, let alone the top 50, I would believe you are the first place."

"Did Huangmao's family suddenly get rich?"

Yuwen Hao clenched his fist in front of his chest, with a look of grief.

"I wanted to get along with you as an ordinary person, but I didn't expect to be alienated in return.

To be honest, I am a genius, a genius in combat!

Fighting across levels? Fighting with the few against the many? Defeat the strong with the weak?

To me, all of these are trivial matters!"

Song Gua, who was sitting next to Yuwen Hao, twitched his mouth.

This guy...

Song Gua remembered that Yuwen Hao's profession was a B-level shooter sequence.

Well... B-level, shooter, and his hobby are very consistent.

Yuwen Hao is not very diligent, just the normal level of effort.

Today's level is Lv14, and it is estimated that it will be even lower during the first mock exam.

Although there is only a 6-level gap between him and Song Gua, the experience requirement increases greatly from level 15, and even more after level 20.

As long as Song Gua keeps leveling up, he will never catch up with these 6 levels in his lifetime.

No matter how you look at it, Yuwen Hao doesn't look like he can make it into the top 50.

"You kid didn't really give money to the judges, did you?"

"Damn! Old Song, even you don't believe me?"

"Uh...

I can believe that you didn't bribe the judges, but what about genius... wake up. "

Yuwen Hao sat down and whispered: "Actually, I don't know how I got in. Although I did win all three rounds, it was because our team cooperated well. None of them got in, but I got in. It's very strange..."

Song Gua said quietly: "I noticed that there was a female judge who kept staring at you every time you competed on the field. Could it be..."

"Fuck! That 300-pound sow? ! NO! ! ! "

...

Three days later.

Outside Yunshan City, at the terminal of the light rail out of the city, the platform of the dungeon area.

The fifty freshmen who passed the first mock exam have all arrived. They gathered in groups of three or five, waiting for someone to pick them up and take them to the fantasy world.

Ma Feng was also in the crowd, his eyes fixed on Song Gua.

Beside him, there were a few Zhao family members.

"Hey, Ma Feng, I heard that you have a good relationship with Zhao Can. Zhao Can is no longer useful. Follow me in the future. "

Ma Feng is the only S-level professional among this year's graduates, so all the big families like to recruit him.

Zhao Shanming is the same age as Zhao Can, but he is not a direct descendant of the Zhao family.

Ma Feng was born in a humble family, and he has made up his mind to cling to the Zhao family, so he knows who the Zhao family is.

When Zhao Shanming invited him, he immediately responded respectfully.

"Master Shanming appreciates me, Ma Feng is very grateful, and if I can become a staff member of the Zhao family in the future, I will do my best! ”

After Zhao Can fell, Ma Feng had indeed been looking for a new master.

Although Zhao Shanming’s status in the Zhao family was not as good as Zhao Can’s before, it was not bad either. He could first cling to him and then look for a new master.

At the same time, Ma Feng was still thinking about Zhao Can’s promise.

If he killed Song Gua, he would give himself the strategy to refresh the dungeon record!

Ma Feng had thought about going to Song Gua to ask for the strategy.

But seeing that Song Gua was at level 20 and he was at level 15, he decided to forget it.

He still felt the pain from the punch in the Professional Temple.

As for daring to help Zhao Can to kill Song Gua and do such a crazy thing.

It was purely because of the killing weapon Zhao Can gave him.

Soul Devouring Orb.

Once activated, the target's soul will be sucked away by the light it emits for a certain period of time!

As long as the opportunity is right and the sneak attack is successful, Ma Feng believes that he will be able to kill with one blow.

But such a domineering killing weapon has a price to pay for using.

Compared with the copy strategy, Ma Feng feels that he can barely afford this price.

"Old thief, Ma Feng has been staring at you."

Song Gua has more than 200 clones and has the ability of "full-angle vision".

The eyes of the main body can only look forward.

But the clones overlapped on him can look around, and can even overlap upside down, looking from bottom to top.

Hmm... infinite uses.

Song Gua glanced at Ma Feng.

The clones immediately understood.

"Ma Feng, you rotten garlic, if you dare to mess with us again when you enter the illusion this time..."

"That's Yizute! ”

“So cruel! I like it!”

“I’ll blow myself up, blast him to pieces!”

“Such a little villain doesn’t need to blow himself up, I can kill him with just a fart!”