The three people who walked out, two men and one woman, should be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

The man on the right looked depressed, while the man on the left, and the woman, tried to look dull, the excitement in their eyes had already exposed their inner uneasiness.

"Steven, how about it?"

As soon as these three people came out, someone asked the man on the left.

Steven smiled slightly, "Barrely passed."

Everyone present congratulated Steven and the female guerrilla next to him. Of course, some people were disdainful of them passing the C-level test at the age of 27, such as Zon.

The frustrated guerrilla didn't wait long and left in shame, obviously because he failed to advance.

When he walked to the door, he suddenly looked back at Ling An, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but perhaps because he thought that he failed the test and didn't want to stay for too long, he opened his mouth, but did not say anything, and left directly.

Ling An saw his reaction. Including Zoen, people who were at least equivalent to the level of the team's deputy captain actually showed such a market-oriented side.

Thinking of the deputy captain, Ling An felt a slump and sighed silently.

The Glorious Army is also a human being.

"The next batch, three people." At this time, an old man's voice came from the gate.

"Brother Ling An, I'll go first." Cheng Yi smiled, and then walked into the door with the other two.

When the door is closed, the material of this door is obviously extraordinary. All energy fluctuations are isolated. Even Ling An's energy insight is far beyond others, he cannot infer what is happening in it based on the energy fluctuations.

Time passed by minute by minute, and about ten minutes later, the door opened again.

The three people who entered, including Cheng Yi, all their faces were very calm, but there was a hint of excitement deep in their eyes.

The three people who entered were over twenty-eight years old, and it was very late among a group of people who were able to advance to C level.

Judging from their appearance, Ling An knew that these seniors finally succeeded after experiencing more than once failures.

"Cheng Yi, how about it? Have you succeeded?" It seems to have become a routine. Every time someone comes out, people outside will ask this question.

Cheng Yi scratched his head embarrassedly, "It's not easy to succeed this time."

The three of them walked to the other side with a smile, and the two who had successfully advanced before also stood there.

Only then did Ling An realize that the seventeen people present were waiting for the advancement test. Some of them had passed the test and became C-level soldiers. At this moment, they were standing on Cheng Yi and the others' side. Including the people who had just come out, there were a total of seven.

"Next batch." The old man's voice came from behind the door again.

Three guerrillas looked at each other and walked into the door.

"Hey, boy, your name is Ling An, right? Do you have the courage to go with me later?" Just as Ling An was guessing what it was to test, Zorn suddenly came to his side.

Ling An raised his eyebrows, not knowing what Zoen meant.

"Since I'm invited by my senior, I'll join me with me."

"Don't call me, seniors, I'm only one year older than you, so it's so uncomfortable to scream." Zon's face was not very good. It was obvious that he had heard the conversation between Cheng Yi and Ling An before, and knew that this kid was indeed a recruit, which made Zon very depressed.

The reason why he invited Ling An to test with him was also very simple. He just wanted to see with his own eyes whether Ling An could pass the C-level promotion test.

Ling An smiled.

After all, they are not enemies, they are just Zon's arrogance for a moment. It's better to forget some of the previous unpleasantness.

The three people who tried this group were younger, most of them had been on Mars for two or three years. When the door opened, they knew that only one guerrilla passed the test and successfully advanced.

"The next batch..." Old voice came from behind the gate. Zon looked at Ling An and then looked at another guerrilla.

"Let's get on," Zon said.

Ling An and the other guerrilla had no other meaning, and the three of them passed through the gate and entered the room behind them.

Bang —

It was obviously not an automatic door, but it closed itself. Ling An looked at everything in the room.

The room is very large, nearly fifty meters wide in front, front, back and back.

The side they entered was one end of the room, and at the other end of the room, there was a table, and an old man sat on a rocking chair, as if he was asleep.

"If you are conducting the assessment, you can get rid of merits there first." The old man didn't open his eyes, and his words seemed to have no strength, but they were extremely clearly heard into the ears of Ling An and the other two.

Didi ——Deduct merit points: 2000.

Looking at the numbers displayed on the screen, Zon felt heartbroken, but when he thought that once he could advance to level C, he could gain stronger strength, his heart became much more balanced.

What's more, I felt so painful that I had several thousand left after I finished brushing. I'm afraid that others would have felt even more painful.

Thinking of this, Zon, who likes to compete with others, is in a better mood and can't help but look at the other two people who come in with him.

He was stunned as a result.

Another guerrilla was also as painful as him, but looking at Ling An's expression, he looked calm, as if he had deducted 2,000 merit points at once, which had no effect on him.

Does this kid have no idea of ​​the importance of merit, or is he slapping the swelling face and pretending to be fat? Zon couldn't help but think.

He did not doubt that Ling An had 2,000 merit points at this moment. After all, when he was getting rid of merit points, the terminal issued a prompt.

"Ling An, don't you feel sorry for 2,000 points of merit at once?" Zon couldn't help asking.

"Isn't it just for me to use everything and gain merit points?" Ling An said.

Seeing Zon wanting to speak but stop, as if he was thinking of sarcastic but couldn't find a reasonable reason, Ling An couldn't help but wonder if he knew that he didn't care about these two thousand merit points, because after he had 2,000 merit points in his account, he still had more than 50,000 merit points. I wonder if he would be irritated on the spot.

That’s right, Ling An still has a total of 50,000 merit points in his account.

Among them, about 15,000 merit points were obtained during the post of the rear battlefield. The 0806706 team had a strong overall strength, so they were often entrusted with important tasks and carried out many sniper missions. Naturally, there were many opportunities to get merit.

Especially Ling An, with his single-handed power fist and flying star gun, often made the alien race underestimate his strength. Among his 10,000 merit points, he got it from his sneak attack and killing a robber!

Of the remaining 35,000, 50,000 were the basic rewards for completing various tasks, and the other 30,000 were all contributed by a guy.

Er Brown.

The reward for killing the demon has always been very high. If this demon was killed by Ling An alone, he would get a full hundred thousand merit points!

What does this mean? It means that Ling An originally needed to fight on the Martian battlefield for ten years. If he had these 100,000 merits, he could exchange for a year of early retirement!

After finishing the merits, the old man's voice came again.

"Get started, test the first item, go from the white line under your feet to the table."

Ling An noticed the white line not far from them in the morning. To roughly estimate, it should be 40 meters away from the starting point of the white line to reach the long table on the other end of the room.

Ling An looked at this journey carefully, trying to sense something.

"Why are you still standing there?" Zon said, then stepped out of the white line with one foot.

Another guerrilla also stepped out of the white line, but as soon as they stepped out of the white line, their faces changed.

Ling An was curious and followed him.

When his body completely stepped out of the white line, a pressure suddenly came upon him.

"Is this... situation?"

Ling An's face changed slightly. This trend was different from Matt's mountainous trend. It was not only more secretive, not easy to perceive, but also had extremely strong concentrated effect.

Ling An looked at the old man sitting leisurely on the lounge chair behind the long table. This trend undoubtedly belonged to him.

Matt's mountain power is like a real mountain, giving people the oppression of Mount Tai, while the old man's secret power seems to be an unknown threat hidden behind the advanceer when he is moving forward in the dark.

Cold sweat broke out, and Ling An took the second step.

A small pressure came, but only a hundred degrees of energy tolerance was needed to keep going, which would not hinder Ling An and others.

The hidden power not only tests the physical ability of the three people, but also tests the spiritual ability of the three people.

Every time I take a step, I am clearly in the bright hall, but I still feel like I am heading towards darkness. The more Ling An goes, the more uneasiness he feels in his heart becomes.

But Ling An, who has felt the real omen, can distinguish this uneasy and threat, which is actually just an illusion.

Taking more than a dozen steps again, Ling An had already caught up with the other two.

Zorn's forehead was sweating, and the secret force made him bear great pressure every step he took, while the other guerrilla was even more unbearable, his body was trembling slightly.

The power of this secret force can be terrified by the guerrilla warriors who have fought on Mars for three or four years.

Zon had just taken another step and couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He saw Ling An surpassing him slowly by his side.

"This guy..." Zon was stunned.

Perhaps it is because his mental power is inherently different from that of ordinary people, perhaps because he has felt Matt's power several times before, or perhaps because he is influenced by the opening of his pupils, Ling An was able to move on normally under the pressure of this secret force after a brief adaptation.

In addition to opening the eyes, Ling An does not need to hide anything. He needs to show his abilities. The more talented he has, the more resources he may get, and the sooner he can master the power of opening the eyes, so that he, who was inexplicably dragged onto the boat, can go from a confused sailor to the helm.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Soon, Ling An finished the forty-meter journey and his face was extremely dull.

Behind the long table, the old man's eyes opened a slit slightly, and a hint of undetectable surprise appeared in his eyes, and then he closed his eyes.

Even with the influence of a secret force, Zorn and another guerrilla reached behind the long table three minutes later.

Zon's face was complicated. He had been completely convinced from the beginning when he was disdainful.

There is no way to refuse to accept it. It took three minutes for the same journey, but Ling An only took half of it.

He is still younger than himself!

"The second test content is to use the engine to pull this ball of energy." The old man still did not open his eyes or get up, but just raised his hand.

Zoen and another guerrilla were still wondering, and Ling An had already felt something strange.

An energy surged out of the old man's hand, and then, the energy broke away from his body, suspended on his palm, and split into three groups of energy.

I'm afraid that this kind of control can only be comparable after opening your pupils!

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The book about merit points, sometimes numbers, and sometimes Chinese characters. This is because there are ten thousand merits in the banned words on the platform. I can’t express the words of 10,000 merits.

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