The power of the five elements of Douluo continent

"Brother, look there is a small village over there." Xiao Wu said to Tang San.

Tang San looked in the direction of Xiao Wu's finger, and saw a small village about a mile ahead, with Ziji Demon Eye's eyesight, he could clearly distinguish that there were about a hundred families in that village, more than The scale of Saint Soul Village is smaller.There is a wooden fence around the village, which seems to be used to guard against wild animals.There seemed to be a lot of people gathered at the entrance of the village, not knowing what happened.

Tang San smiled and said: "Let's go over and ask, maybe people in this village will know where Shrek Academy is. Soul Master Academy should be very famous."

Coming closer, Tang San and Xiao Wu both realized that something was wrong, there were indeed quite a few people gathered at the entrance of the village, most of them were teenagers around their age, and most of them were accompanied by their parents.

There was a table at the entrance of the village, and an old man in his 60s sat behind the table. What shocked Tang San and Xiao Wu was that a somewhat tattered-looking plaque hung on the wooden arch at the entrance of the village. Engraved on it are five simple words, Shrek Academy.In front of these five words, there is a green head that looks like the head of a humanoid monster.Green and a little cute.The old man behind the desk where the novel was released also wore a similar green circular badge on his chest.It should be the school emblem of Shrek Academy.

"No way." Xiao Wu jumped off Tang San's back, looked at the plaque in surprise, and then looked back at Tang San, both of them felt a little stunned.

Even the scale of Notting Junior Soul Master Academy is much larger than here, and it is obviously like an ordinary small village. The arch at the door is not only wooden, but also not one-third the size of Notting Academy.Can this also be called Soul Master Academy?

"Brother, did the master make a mistake? No matter how I look at it, I don't think it looks like an academy. It must be a lie."

Tang San smiled wryly and said: "It's all here, let's have a look and talk."

At this time, there were about a hundred applicants in front of them, and many of them were frowning, apparently holding the same thoughts as Xiao Wu.

The parents of a teenager who was in front of Tang San and Xiao Wu were all around, and only heard the teenager's mother say: "Are there any mistakes, this is the so-called Soul Master Academy, and it is also an academy that claims that you can become a Viscount of the Empire after graduation." ?”

The boy's father said with some uncertainty: "This is what the Wuhundian said, there should be nothing wrong with it. But this academy is really a bit run-down."

The young man said: "Father, I don't want to go to school here, it's too embarrassing. I'd better go to Soto Intermediate Soul Master Academy. How can I put it, I was considered a genius when I was in the Junior Academy."

The boy's father frowned and said, "Since you're here, just wait a little longer. Maybe this is a test. The real academy isn't here."

There are definitely many similar conversations among the queued crowd, and most of the teenagers and their parents have deep disappointment on their faces.

Tang San's gaze didn't stay on these applicants for too long, he looked at the front of the team, that is, the registration place, his eyesight and hearing were improved under the effect of Xuantian Kung, he could vaguely hear the people there. dialogue.

The old man sitting behind the desk who was in charge of accepting applications looked lazy, and the clothes on his body were simple to put it mildly. No matter how you look at it, he looked like an old man from a village, not even as energetic as old Jack from Holy Soul Village. .

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."

"Hand out."

His mother confidently put ten gold coins into the wooden box, and the boy obediently stretched out his hand.

The old man squeezed his hand, glanced at the young man with dim eyes, and said, "It's exactly 12 years old. Release your martial soul and show me."