"Director Xin, this head can be hidden. If someone chops your neck, can you kill you?"

"I know that cultivators are divided into ten levels. So what about dark art? Will dark art also be divided into ten levels?"

"Director Xin, when will you teach us a secret lesson? We want to disappear our heads like you!"

Xin Wuying kept saying contempt for the disciples' doubts, but he never shouted and told everyone to shut up.

As a cryptographer, he has a very special identity. Generally speaking, he doesn't have much time to talk to his disciples. Looking at the cryptographer in the virtual image and having a great time interacting with everyone, Xiao Ding and the tutors frequently exchanged glances, and they were all surprised.

However, this kind of eye exchange definitely does not interrupt the communication between the dark art tutor and everyone. As the tutor of Qingyun Sect, Xiao Ding and others understand the preciousness of the dark art class very well. In a year, the opportunity to be guided by the dark art tutor will not be ten times per team. This extra meal is naturally more important than the captain's choice.

Therefore, when he saw that the secret master could talk to his disciples like this, Xiao Ding and others consciously pushed back the selection of the captain.

Ling Feng, who was also very curious about this secret technique instructor like other disciples, suddenly felt a strange power.

For some reason, when others were having fun communicating with the secret mentor, he always felt that there was a certain power of surveillance on the square, shooting at him and his disciples.

He wanted to ask the Dantian to understand, but what was strange was that since the feeling of being shot, both the taciturn slum tree demon and the overly enthusiastic Zhang Qingyun had never appeared.

This made him wonder if there was really something on the scene shooting? So was the dark mentor coming out? At this moment, it was connected through the Unicom device. The illusion that appeared was not a real person. How could such an illusory image achieve the ability to release power and shoot the entire field?

Even the green-eyed demon boy was consciously hiding it. It seemed that this dark art instructor was really extraordinary!

"Then, while I'm in a good mood today, my tutor will give you some advice and talk about the basic knowledge of dark arts.

"Dark art is also divided into ten levels. Because invisibility and dark art are of the same flow and origin, the level of invisibility can be used to determine the level of dark art.

“The first order is the disappearance of a finger;

“The second level is the disappearance of one palm;

“The third level is the disappearance of half of the arm;

“The fourth level is the disappearance of the entire arm;

“The fifth level is when both hands disappear;

“The sixth level is the disappearance of the head;

“The seventh level is the disappearance of the upper body;

“The eighth level is the disappearance of the whole person;

"As for the ninth and tenth levels, the Dongkun world has never appeared."

When he heard that the dark technique had to reach the sixth level before he could hide his head, the disciples in the audience were immediately furious.

Since Master Xin Wuying can hide his head, it seems that he is at least a master of the sixth-level superpower realm?

People like Xiao Ding and Li Shiwen are said to have only the level 4 or 5, and they may not reach the level 5. These masters of the sixth-level superpower realm can be taught for three days. At this moment, they actually appeared on the shore of the insect chin area. How could it not surprise people?

The disciples do not know that the mechanism of the crypto art tutor is not only responsible for a certain team like other tutors. They have few subjects to teaching, and the entire area is the responsibility area. Usually, most of the dealings with them are just a formality, so only the sixth-level crypto art tutors can appear in their area.

Just as the cryptographer was talking about the basic knowledge of cryptographs casually, Ling Feng's entire thoughts were involuntarily focused on a girl wearing a mask on the left back of the scene.

Her name is Miao Xueqing, she is fourteen or fifteen years old, about the same size as Ling Feng, and she wears a black mask all year round.

The mask was not very big, only covering her left eye. I heard that when I first started, some foreign disciples wanted to take off her mask out of curiosity, but she immediately took out a dagger and stabbed the frivolous disciples, and put on a pose of fighting with the other party. From then on, no one dared to ask her to pull down the mask.

Ling Feng didn't know why he suddenly transferred his thoughts to Miao Xueqing, but he felt that when his thoughts were concentrated on the girl, the power of shooting in the scene seemed to be concentrated on the girl.

Then he saw a strange scene - she saw Miao Xueqing raise her left hand and look at her five fingers... Then his eyes blurred, and Miao Xueqing's left ring finger disappeared!

A finger disappeared, which was a symbol of the first-level dark arts. Could it be that Miao Xueqing had already entered the dark arts gate before she had studied dark arts class?

And just when he was so suspicious, his whole body suddenly flew out uncontrollably, like a crazy eagle, poking out his right hand and grabbing Miao Xueqing's mask!

This is by no means his intention. He has been disabled since childhood and knows how much harm it will cause to others by exposing others' shortcomings, but he can't control his body at all and can only grasp Miao Xueqing with that strange force.

The disciples on the square immediately turned their heads to Ling Feng who flew out of the air. All the mentors on the stage also focused on looking at Ling Feng. At this time, Ling Feng's right claw was only a slight stay away from Miao Xueqing's mask.

"Second-rate!"

Ling Feng also didn't know when Miao Xueqing pulled out a ten-centimeter-long dagger from where. The dagger suddenly pierced on the back of Ling Feng's hand, slashing the back of Ling Feng's hand, and Ling Feng's arm immediately became bloody.

The two stood in confrontation, Miao Xueqing protected her chest, and her right eye, which was not covered by a mask, showed a look of vigilance and ferocity, just like a little wild wolf stared by a hunter and ready to resist at any time.

"What's your name?" Ling Feng suddenly asked involuntarily. That was not what he wanted to ask. He already knew that the other party was Miao Xueqing, so why did he ask the other party's name?

He wanted to turn his head and look at the dark art instructor Xin Wuying. He felt that all this should be the dark art instructor, but his head was stiff, but he didn't even have the power to turn it.

Miao Xueqing did not answer Ling Feng's words, but frowned slightly, as if she noticed something was wrong. Then she suddenly kicked Ling Feng and kicked him backwards and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!