Lao Tzu is the Devil

　　The female NPC elf appeared next to Chen Mo: "The three challenges are over. Your final score is 385 meters in Hell. Would you please save a copy of the record!"

　　 "Of course I won't save it!" Chen Mo is not a masochist, there is no need to be abused in this **** difficulty, it is better to go back to the beginner difficulty to brush points, take a walk, and be more comfortable.

　　 The female elf smiled and said: "The dungeon record is cleared, and the next challenge will start from Hell Difficulty 0 meters."

　　 "Wait a minute! What I mean is that the transcript records are all cleared. I want to start with novice difficulty, who said I want to start with **** difficulty!"

　　The female elf patiently explained: "You have already cleared the newbie three difficulty levels and can no longer continue to challenge. You can only start from the **** difficulty!"

　　You little bitch! You wait! Sooner or later I will strip your clothes! Rape you ten thousand times!

　　 Chen Mo gritted his teeth with anger, but there was nothing he could do with this female elf.

　　 "After three seconds, it will be teleported back to the dungeon hall."

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2!

1!

　　 Purple light shrouded! That's right, Chen Mo is no longer white light now, and his body is exuding purple light. Chen Mo speculates that the color of light is related to strength.

　　 It's over! Don't expose it!

　　 Seeing that Chen Mo was about to send purple light back to the dungeon hall, Chen Mo quickly switched the ID and became the ID of the little prince!

　　 Buzzing! The purple light disappeared and the white light flickered.

　　 In the dungeon hall, Wei Zheng frowned slightly. He just sharply caught a ray of purple light. He just wanted to find the source of the purple light, and found that the purple light flashed by.

　　 Wei is shaking his head and muttering to himself: I really think too much, how could anyone in this group of students have purple light?

　　 Chen Mo has a special function, that is, he can find his sister in the crowd at a glance.

　　 The little girl seemed to be a little unhappy with a frown, Chen Mo stepped forward and comforted: "Little cute, what's the matter, why don't you look unhappy."

Ning Xuan squeezed her fist and gritted her teeth: "Damn it, it's horrible, if it wasn't for the guy called the big devil, I have cleared the level, I hate that guy, huh, don't let me know who the big devil is, or else, Otherwise I will freeze him with magic!"

　　 Chen Mo couldn't help laughing.

　　 Ning Xuan stared: "Chen Mo! You still laugh!"

　　 Once Ning Xuan called Chen Mo by name, it means that the little girl was really angry.

　　 Ning Xuan had already reached 9900 meters. In the last 100 meters, ten fireballs approached at the same time. Ning Xuan relied on her insight to find the flaws of ten fireballs to pass through, and then used freezing magic to block the fireball's attack.

Seeing that the level was cleared right in front of me, suddenly the system heard that the Great Demon King opened the **** difficulty. The difficulty of all the dungeons increased, and ten fireballs were added. Ning Xuan's frozen magic CD is not good, and the physique of the magic apprentice is also relatively good. Weak, unable to avoid the impact of ten fireballs, the challenge failed.

　　 Hearing Ning Xuan’s complaint, Chen Mo comforted: "I blame the **** big devil, sister, don’t be afraid, I will definitely help you find him, and then smoke him!"

　　 Not only Ning Xuan, many students in the dungeon hall complained that the difficulty has increased. What could have improved their grades, but now they are still standing there and there is no progress.

　　 Wei Zhenghong said: "Okay, don't make any noise, stand according to the team of each class, then open your own copy of the data, and the instructor of each class will check your results!"

　　 Soon, Class A, Class B, Class C, Class D, and Class F are all standing.

　　 Everyone has opened their own copy data, and everyone's occupation, attributes, and copy records are clear at a glance.

　　 Chen Mo stared at the ID of the little prince on his head.

【little Prince】

　　【Magic Apprentice】

　　【Physique: 5】

　　【Spirit: 20】

　　 [copy record: 100 meters]

　　 Zhu Mao, a tall boy whose finger was broken by Chen Mo before, looked at the 100 meters above Chen Mo's head and laughed exaggeratedly: "Waste is waste. It is still 100 meters. It's really a shame for our Class F!"

　　 F class vibrato goddess Zhong Lin'er covered her mouth and smiled: "I also named the little prince, really shameless, you might as well call Coyotito, hahaha!"

Ye Zhiyan couldn't listen anymore, defending Chen Modao: "Everyone is a classmate of F, why laugh at each other? If you have the ability to compare with those of class D and C, you can laugh at a hundred steps in 50 steps. What are you talents? !"

　　 The copy record of Zhu Mao is 1500 meters, and the copy record of Zhong Lin'er is 1000 meters. In Chen Mo's eyes, this result is almost indistinguishable from a baby. Chen Mo dismissed it.

　　 "What is the quarrel! Look at your performance, what qualifications do you have to quarrel here!" Instructor Yuehu rarely loses his temper, and walks over with his hands on his back.

　　 The classmates shuddered and shut their mouths.

Instructor Yuehu glanced at Chen Mo’s calm expression and the data on his head, and his voice became cold: "Chen Mo! Are you very calm? There are 2000 students in the school, and only you are 100 meters away, even you. Magic apprentice, can't you pass 100 meters!"

　　 "Haha!" There was a burst of laughter around.

　　 Chen Mo is neither overbearing nor overbearing: "I'm sorry, instructor, because I want to explore other ways to play the dungeon, so I delayed, I will definitely exceed 100 meters next time, I promise."

Yuehu is very angry and funny: "Yes, there are indeed many strategies in the evolution forum. There are many hidden gameplays in this dungeon, but those are played by masters. You are a class F student who can't even pass 100 meters. If you are not down-to-earth, you are still thinking of other ways to play, do you have any numbers in your heart!"

　　 Chen Mo couldn't refute, he could only nod his head: "I see, instructor."

Yuehu turned around and glanced around: "And you, don't laugh. Look at the students in Class D. They have risen an average of 1,000 meters. As for you, the best score is only 3,000 meters. Are you proud of it!"

　　 Zhong Lin'er grieved: "Then, that's because the difficulty of the dungeon suddenly increased. I, I can't get used to it."

　　 Yuehu said coldly: "Is the difficulty increasing for you alone? The difficulty for everyone in the world has increased. Others can adapt, why can't you!"

After a vent, Yuehu opened the rankings, looked at the big devil on the top of the rankings, and said to himself: "Big devil, who are you and why are you so good? These students can be as good as you are, and I don’t need to be so upset."

　　Compared with Chen Mo's experience, Ning Xuan's treatment is simply one in the sky and one on the ground.

　　 Even in Class A with so many geniuses, Ning Xuan was like the princess who held the moon.

Wei Zheng, who looked cold and ruthless, was full of smiles: "Ning Xuan, you are amazing. The record of 9900 meters, even if it is placed in the thousands of evolution schools across the country, is also among the best. Everyone must redouble their efforts. Xuan is an example!"

　　 Class A students have different expressions, some are envious, some are jealous.

　　 Especially the son Wei, who is known as one of the five geniuses, holds a paper fan in his hand, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, just like the son Pian Pian walking out of the world of martial arts.

　　 "My son Wei, how does it feel to be snatched from the limelight by a little girl?" It was Zhang Shengmo, another five genius who spoke. Both of them belonged to the ancient martial arts family that had passed on for thousands of years, and they were well-known in central China.

　　 "Sheng Mo, don't make fun of me. It's just a little girl. I don't care about it. I'm so strange, this girl's brother?"

　　 Zhang Shengmo frowned: "Oh? It's Chen Mo, who is the last one, what's so strange!"

　　 Gongzi Wei played with the folding fan and said, "I watched him secretly just now, and he was not humble or overbearing in the face of the ridicule around him. How could such a steady-minded person have a copy record of only 100 meters."

　　 Zhang Shengmo also became interested: "You mean, this Chen Mo is on purpose! But what good is it to do this!"

　　 Young Master Wei shook his head: "I don't know, but I always have an intuition. This one is called Chen Mo, and it is more terrifying than his sister."