"The earth and black are, even if they fail again and again, even if their dignity is trampled over and over again, you must endure it desperately, grit your teeth and persevere, and find at least one opportunity to "establish" from countless "breaks". Break endlessly and then stand, so that you can gain strength!"

"Tu Dahei, do you desire strength?"

The Sith spread his hands, as if holding an invisible treasure between his hands, and was inviting Shi Xiaobai to hold it. The hot words were irresistible magic, and the "breaking and standing" it depicted was even more exciting.

If it weren't for knowing the causes and consequences, the newcomers in the room would probably have taken it seriously, but the reality is cruel. Sith's disguise is only aimed at Shi Xiaobai, but the true face exposed in their eyes is naked and naked, which is almost disgusting!

However, this false disguise has obviously deceived the "ignorant" Shi Xiaobai and even moved him.

Does Shi Xiaobai desire strength?

"No, what I long for is justice!"

Shi Xiaobai sneered, and then turned into a bitter smile, "But justice needs strength to maintain."

Such psychological activities took only one second. Shi Xiaobai came to the conclusion, turned to look at the new people in the seat, and shouted: "Then I'll trouble you!"

Shi Xiaobai accepted the Sith game and even believed that the seventy-two newcomers present were preparing to help him with the "scheduling".

Everyone sighed in their hearts, and the local bun was still fooled.

Even though opening the holy vein of the psychic energy has led his control over the spiritual ability to leap to a level and reach "first mastery", to use a complete psychic shield, it is necessary to further "practice makes perfect", which is a realm that needs to be achieved after several years of accumulation.

The psychic shield he just supported was not only broken, but also nearly transparent. Such a psychic shield could be broken even for elementary school students aged seven or eight, let alone those who could pass the [Gaia] newcomer assessment.

The local buns will indeed be constantly "breaking", but they cannot be "established". What they have done after thousands of practices, how can this local bun be done within seventy-two times?

There is no doubt that he will suffer 72 painful failures! The taste of failure will slowly overlap and become a heavy sense of depression. When the last straw is pressed on, the bun will completely collapse, at the least you will lose confidence, and at the worst you will be unable to recover.

"This is the trick that the Sith is best at. First, give the player the greatest hope, and then peel off the hope little by little, so that the despair wrapped around the hope is slowly revealed."

On the seat, Ling Cun muttered to himself, looking extremely painful, and a thought that was unacceptable but seemed infinitely close to the truth emerged in his mind.

"The game designed by Sith is far higher than the price and the level of care in the past. Shi Xiaobai should have reached the level of 'pampering' in his heart. And completely 'bad' toys' has always been the most pampering game for Sith."

"The Sith wants to completely destroy Shi Xiaobai! Then the game will definitely not be so simple, he has a backup plan!"

Zerocun's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heartbeat missed. He looked at Shi Xiaobai, who was full of fighting spirit and the smiling Sith on the podium, biting his thumb's nails hard, and his handsome face looked a little distorted and ferocious due to the heavy load of thinking.

"Think about it quickly, there must be a way, there must be a way, there must be a way I didn't think of - quickly, think about it quickly, take all the brain cells, so come up with a solution!"

Zerocun's eyes were red and his teeth were getting harder and harder.

"Click!"

The sound of nails being bitten off was softly heard.

At the same time, the Sith's excited voice sounded, instantly drowning all the thoughts of zero.

"Then the game begins! The first wave of attacks will be launched by the weakest weakest!"

Sith reached out and pulled out a booklet from his pocket, flipped through it quickly, and whispered: "Let me find out what is the name of the weakest toy among the newcomers in this [Destruction] class."

The Sith flipped for a while, and finally stopped on a certain page, with a pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I found the weakest newcomer in this class, named Chen Lingcun."
Chapter completed!