When Yi Zichen was queuing at the back, he saw the three hundred mechas in the air. For a child who was not yet twelve years old, such an array was too dazzling and amazing. He deeply felt I realized that my choice should be correct.
Then he also saw the mecha flying towards the other side, and then heard another name, a name he had heard since he was a child, and had heard of the disaster, Shrek Academy.
Until this time, he didn't know that the former No. 1 Academy in the mainland had also reopened, and the Spiritual Academy he was going to apply for seemed to be competing with Shrek Academy.
Then he heard that majestic voice, Shrek's airspace is inviolable.
After that, the whole scene seemed to become chaotic. They could vaguely see the battle in the sky in the distance, and there was still a rebroadcast if they couldn't stand it!
Just like the Shrek Academy launched the big screen, so does the Spirit Academy. It also broadcast the competition between the two sides.
Yi Zichen was a bit arrogant at first, he has been dubbed a genius since he was a child, and he has great confidence in himself. In his opinion, he is already a soul master, and he will soon advance to become a great soul master , it can be regarded as having a foothold in the world of soul masters.
However, when he watched the incomparably terrifying matches through the screen, he realized that he was still far from understanding the world of soul masters, and only then did he understand that soul masters can be so powerful.
"Father, Shrek is so powerful! Did the Spirit Academy lose?" Yi Zichen asked his father beside him.
Yi Zichen's father smiled wryly and said, "Dad can't understand! Dad is just a craftsman, and he really doesn't understand the matter of soul masters. Teacher Li, what do you think?"
Teacher Li is a middle-aged man, his eyes were already full of splendor at this time, and he sighed: "Shrek is Shrek after all! Even the reconstructed Shrek is so powerful. It's a pity to see such a competition. It's a pity that the last match was not fought. Shrek Academy is really too powerful to be defeated without a fight. There may be five Limit Douluo!"
Yi Zichen's father asked curiously: "Is Limit Douluo the most powerful?"
Teacher Li smiled wryly: "The existence that can wipe out a city in just a few strokes of the hand, do you think it is terrible? Frankly speaking, I regret it a little bit, should I consider letting Zichen apply for the Shrek exam. You can see the registration here Many people who lined up behind went that way. It seems that Shrek's background and tradition have not disappeared with the big explosion."
Yi Zichen's father hesitated for a moment, and said: "I don't want it. The resources given by the Chuanling Academy are so many, and it shouldn't be much different. I don't have any skills, and I can't afford Zichen. I can only hope for the resources of the academy." And the conditions can be better."
Teacher Li nodded, and said with a wry smile: "That's the only way. Zichen is so good, I believe that no matter whether it is in Shrek or in Chuanling Academy, there should not be many who can compare with it. It won't be too bad anywhere. Many. It's just that the name Shrek is too sacred in the hearts of our soul masters."
While talking, they finally lined up.
Teacher Li and Yi Zichen's father brought Yi Zichen forward, and a young man greeted him, "Come on, do a simple test. Hold out your hand."
Yi Zichen stretched out his right hand as he said, and the young man clasped it on his wrist, with a hint of surprise on his face, "Yes, you can go over there for further tests." While talking, he pointed He pointed to the light gate next to which showed a faint swirling light.
Yi Zichen looked at the young man in front of him curiously. This young man looked to be in his twenties, handsome, with a cool demeanor.
"Brother, are you a soul master too? What level are you?" Yi Zichen asked curiously.
It was the first time he was away from home, and it was the first time he came to the bustling central part of the mainland. As a young genius soul master, he always wanted to compare himself with others, and he always felt that no matter where he went, Should be the best.
The young man smiled slightly, "Level over eighty."
Yi Zichen's eyes widened immediately, "Over eighty levels? Impossible. Are you so good?"
The young man smiled and said, "Can this still be fake? If you work hard, you will be able to do it in the future." While talking, a light flashed on his body, and circles of halos emerged silently, without any strong deterrence. But those were actually eight soul rings, and the most frightening thing was that the last one was a red halo.
"One hundred thousand year soul ring?" Teacher Li exclaimed in surprise.
The light converged, the soul ring disappeared, and the young man made a gesture of please towards the light gate on the other side.
Teacher Li hurriedly restrained his excitement, and respectfully bowed to the young man, he was just a four-ring soul master, no matter how humble he was in front of an eight-ring soul fighter. Hastily pulled the curious baby Yi Zichen who wanted to continue asking questions, and quickly walked towards the light door.
The heritage of Chuanling Academy is really strong! A person in charge of recruiting students actually has the eight-ring Contra level. And there are still souls of 100,000 years, this place is really right.
Stepping into the door of light, everything becomes illusory. It seems that the surrounding space is distorting. Yi Zichen was so frightened that he wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound at all.
Fortunately, this process did not last too long. The next moment, they came to an independent space.
This seems to be a slightly desolate place. Not far away, there is a very ordinary-looking building with wood and thatch as building materials.
In front of a fence that resembled a fence, a group of people were queuing up. I don't know what I'm doing.
Yi Zichen wanted to move, but found that he couldn't move at all. The next moment, with a flash of light and shadow, they were at the front of the team.
There is a table at the front of the line, and the old man sitting behind the table who is responsible for accepting registration looks lazy, and the clothes on his body are simple to say the least, no matter how you look at it, he looks like an old man in the village, even worse than his own father Spirit.
At this time, a teenager came to the desk to sign up. The old man lazily said: "The registration fee is ten gold soul coins, just put it in that box."
Hearing the words "Golden Soul Coin", Yi Zichen, his father, and the teacher couldn't help being stunned for a moment. Is there such a currency in what year? Paper money is used now, Federal currency!
The boy's accompanying father hurriedly took out ten gold soul coins and put them in a box nailed from several pieces of wood.
"Extend a hand."
The young man stretched out his hand in front of the old man, the old man squeezed his hand twice, shook his head at him, and said: "Your age is not suitable, you can go."
The boy froze for a moment, then turned to look at his father, there were not many teenage children as precocious as Tang San.
His father hurriedly smiled and said, "Teacher, my son just celebrated his thirteenth birthday. Look, can you accommodate me?"
The old man said impatiently: "Don't affect the people behind. Don't you know the rules of the academy? We only accept children under the age of thirteen. No one over the age of thirteen. You can go."
The boy's father said: "Then our registration fee..."
The old man said unceremoniously: "Once registered, it will not be refunded."
The clay figurine still has three parts earthy nature, the boy's father couldn't help but said angrily: "You guys are obviously cheating money. Refund our registration fee, otherwise we won't leave. If we had known that the so-called Shrek Academy is so dilapidated, we wouldn't have done it." It's time to come."
The old man glanced at him, and said calmly: "Mubai, someone wants to return the fame fee, you can deal with it."
On the ground next to it, a figure suddenly jumped up, "If you want to return the fame fee, it's okay, if you hit me, you will get it all back."
The boy who came out from the side was tall and burly, with a head of blond hair, and his whole body was full of vigor. What was even more peculiar was that he had double pupils, and he looked like he was only thirteen or fourteen years old. There is obviously a feeling of shame.
The boy didn't talk nonsense, his eyes flashed, and all three spirit rings of two hundred years and one thousand years were released immediately, and a strong aura burst out from him.
The boy's father's face changed drastically, and he left a sentence that counts us as unlucky, and took his son away quickly.
The handsome young man returned to the side and sat down, his evil eyes glanced coldly at the young men and parents who signed up behind him, the threat was obvious. The oppressive force brought by three spirit rings is not something ordinary people can bear. At this time, he looked like a thug instead.