Is this a promotion?

Conditioning and adapting to the latest changes in the body, it was quite a bit unrealistic like a dream. If it weren't for the system's prompts, he would have thought that he was still in a mysterious illusion state. Through the dim candlelight in the corridor and distinguishing the road when he came, Xia Lan suddenly found that he was only 10 or 20 steps away from the direction of the courtyard gate. It turned out that he had fallen into the influence of the illusion when he stepped into the courtyard of the Saints.

How long has the time passed? Before I could think about it, Xia Lan quickly pulled away. For too strange and mysterious places, a moment of stay would cause unpredictable risks unless it was forced to do so. It is human nature instinct to seek good fortune and avoid bad luck, and no one is exceptional.

As soon as he stepped out of the hospital, Xia Lan instantly attracted the attention of countless people. The instructor named beside him glanced at him and made an announcement expressionlessly.

"Green! By!"

Xia Lan did not unexpectedly succeed, calmly and indifferently walked down the steps, returned to the team, and automatically ignored the hidden peeping gazes around her, immersed in the character panel introduction described by the system.

Now that he has two professions, there is no need to say anything about the Knight of the Holy Tribe. What's going on with the Sword Saint? Is it a variant profession of the Golden God General? After he carefully browsed the introduction of the Sword Saint profession, he had no connection with the Golden God General at all.

Sword Saint: Only when one is sincere can one use a sword, and only when one is strong can one prove a sword. Those who have reached the peak of sword skills will change their moves from the heart. If one is with one’s sword, one will lose one’s sword.

The ultimate meaning of the sword: where the sword is, everything is shattered, but the cause and effect of life and death are cut off.

Temple combat skills: master all the secrets of combat skills exclusive to the Temple Knight.

Sword Domain: In the realm of the sword, everything can be a sword.

Compared with the first self who entered the upper stage, the advantages and disadvantages are obvious. In terms of combat power alone, the current self is undoubtedly more than superior. If we use game terms to describe it specifically, the former self was biased towards the assassin type, but now it is biased towards the warrior type.

Xia Lan did not care about the change of professions. The reason why the strong are called strong is because the real powerful one is the strong themselves, not the appearance given by professions and external objects.

From early morning to noon, the long assessment finally came to an end. Only nine of the twenty-eight trial students finally stood out, most of whom were among the top of the first round of assessment sequences. The only surprise is that Willy successfully ignited the seed of glory and was almost fortunate to become a member of the new Knight of the Holy Trial, even if he was the weakest of the nine.

The remaining evaluators are automatically converted into reserve sacred cathedral knights. The ability to pass two rounds of assessment is enough to prove their potential. The sacred cannot let them stay out. They will have their own arrangements before the re-examination will arrive next year.

Following the normal arrangements of the newly promoted Knights, they must first train in the Knights stationed at the foot of the Revelation Mountain for three years, and then officially serve the Knights for five years before they can be dispatched to perform tasks. The eight-year-old life is enough to erase a person's personality traits, like a puppet who has lost himself and only knows how to obey the commands of doctrines.

But could Xialan go to the Knights?

In fact, he did not go to the Knights because Momer directly pulled him into his own Knights' brigade with a transfer order. Who knew what he had used to make the superiors acquiesced to his extraordinary behavior.

When he saw Momoer, he was still so ugly and unkempt. His half-closed eyes always looked lazy and lazy. It turned out that Xia Lan, a disabled man, only had the impression of him on the surface. When he had the keen sense of extraordinary superiority, he could see his amazing momentum hidden under the ordinary. Every move seemed to be wrapped in the powerful power of moving mountains and filling the seas. No wonder he could be in the high position of the captain of a sacred cavalry brigade.

The last sacred knight drew his long sword and rushed towards Xia Lan without waiting for his companions to react.

Here comes

Xia Lan's mind was focused on every move of their movement, and she had no time to care about their verbal provocation. Facing the fiercely attacking Knight of the Holy Tribe, he seemed to have seen countless flaws, took a deep breath, relaxed his body, and when the other party was a few steps away from him, the hand holding the hilt of the sword suddenly moved, and a beautiful silver light suddenly appeared in the flash.

Flashed behind the Knight of the Holy Tribe, Xia Lan did not stop at all, and was as moving as a rabbit like a dragon. When the other two Knights came back to their senses, his sword and his people had already turned into vague afterimages and swept past them.

"I won."

Xia Lan put away her sword and returned to the sheath, turned her head and said to Momoer, who was stunned in the distance.

Let’s look at the three sacred knights who fought. The first one who took action had a faint bloodline on his neck, and the latter two had obvious new sword marks on his chest plate and the heart of the chest plate.

If life and death are fought, the three of them are already corpses.

The entire battle process was decided in the blink of an eye, and the crowd watching the game looked incredible.

"You did win."

Momer had nothing to say. After ordering the adjutant to settle Xialan, he had a cold face and his eyes were always focused on the defeated three Knights of the Holy Tribe. The people nearby retreated silently. Those who knew Momer's personality knew that this was a sign of his temper.

When all the spectators disappeared one by one, he and the three Knights of the Holy Tribe who bowed their heads to the front of them were left in the huge open camp.

"Haha, your performance really opened my eyes! You underestimate the enemy, negligence, carelessness, and you have violated almost all the battle taboos! If you had died thousands of times on the battlefield?! Hum?! Do you know?"

Mommel almost roared at them in a roaring tone.

"Captain! Sorry." The rough knight said guiltyly with his head down.

"Sorry?! Will the dead man say sorry?" Momer kicked the other party more than ten meters away.

"Captain! I" the first Knight who took action had the same ending as the Crazy Knight before he even finished speaking.

Withdrawing his feet, Mommel salied at the guy who was kicking away.

"The idiotic one among the three people is you! You underestimate the enemy, have a scattered posture, frivolous movements, and are full of flaws. You deserve to be cut off by someone!"

"Where are you, speak!" After saying that, he said to the knight who had been silent.

"Captain, I just want to know one thing. Will you punish me when I figure it out?" the knight said ashamed.

"Tell me." Mommel said with his hands on his chest.

"Do you see clearly how the new man set out his sword? I was clearly blocking the direction of his sword, but in the end I still had a sword in my heart. I just wanted to know what was going on?" The knight obviously said with a suffocation.

"Because his sword has interfered with the realm of law." Momer frowned for a long time and said. It will not be continued.
Chapter completed!