Private Plane—the Golden Crow

Half a month later, the month-long training camp finally welcomed the day of graduation.

On this day, the students gathered in the square.

They were dressed neatly, and their slightly tired and youthful faces were filled with excitement.

"Fortunately, we rushed up on the last day! It was too difficult!"

Lu Ping looked at the big screen in front of the martial tower in the distance with lingering fear.

On it, after his name was the following: 21st level.

Zhang Ye, who was beside him, looked deeply at the big screen and patted Lu Ping's shoulder heavily.

"It was quite difficult, but other than God Lin's brother Xu Kun, you're the last one to break through the 20th level, right?"

The smile on Lu Ping's face suddenly stopped.

'Do you think I want to?

'Am I proud of being weak?'

Zhang Ye looked at the top of the rankings.

"The 78th level! I only achieved a third of what he did!"