Time passes gradually.

Everyone was either disappointed or overjoyed.

It is even more realistic than Jiang Xiao’s results in the college entrance examination in his previous life.

After a series of times, most people's natal spiritual weapons have a skill hole in the range of four or six.

In an instant, a golden light burst out from the podium.

Chen Fan's face moved slightly and said, "The best spiritual weapon... Seven skill holes..."

On the stage, a boy wearing a clover jacket was particularly proud, and a silver flying knife phantom exuded a sharp breath in his hand.

There was also a noise breaking out from the audience.

Zhou Haiyan couldn't help but nodded, "Okay! Zhang Hai, very good!"

Jiang Xiao's face was not very good.

The reason is very simple. This boy with slanted bangs doesn't have a good relationship with him.

The other party once bullied a female student on campus. The original owner of this body could not bear it and took action to stop it, but it turned out to be a gangster.

In addition, the other party has a wealthy family, and the dog legs around him have caused trouble for themselves a lot.

The little fat man behind him muttered, "How come this guy awakens the top-quality spiritual weapon with seven skill holes? He's really lucky."

"Haha, it's okay, aren't there only seven skill holes?" Jiang Xiao laughed and said, "Waiting to see me."

As soon as the words were finished, a sound rang out.

"Next, Jiang Xiao."
Chapter completed!