[Douluo] Xiaoqingmei at the opposite door

In the open space outside the classroom, the three of them confronted each other for a moment, and Wu Lin slammed a stick as thick as a bowl to the ground, sending out electric currents.

The melon-eaters were very excited, laughing one after another. Most of them came to watch the show, just to see what the two new little furry kids could do.

Glancing at her watch, Xie Yue felt that she might not be able to eat the most popular sweet and sour pork ribs in the cafeteria at noon today.

After a second of silence for his lunch, he dragged the Moonblade a step forward. The surface of the silver Moonblade was covered with a layer of blood-red halo, reflecting the bright light in the sun.

Zhu Nan made a move towards Wu Lin that he thought was very handsome, wiped his neck, and then swaggered and sat on the top of the flower bed.

After receiving the instruction from the "boss", Wu Lin swung his thunder stick and smashed it down on Xie Yue's head.

Xie Yue dodged easily and swung the moon blade.

The heavy stick smashed dust on the ground with a rumbling sound. The ground of Wuhundian Academy is still very solid, just to prevent it from being smashed by active students.

With both hands, he raised the lightning rod, feeling the pressure behind him, Wu Lin quickly dodged to the right, the lightning rod swept across, the yellow soul ring shone, the body of the rod swelled, and the current spread.

The moon blade has a weird shape, different from ordinary swords, and the attack line becomes even more erratic under Xie Yue's wielding.

Zhu Nan, who was watching the battle, couldn't sit still. He felt that he had made a mistake, not only that, but also lost face.

The moon blade without a soul ring can directly match Wu Lin's first soul skill. Xie Yue also hit Wu Lin's neck with the handle of the blade and made up a kick by the way, almost kicking Wu Lin on his back.

"You are too slow," Xie Yue put on the appearance of a little teacher, shaking her head regretfully.

Wu Lin, who was standing still, was out of breath and was about to continue, but suddenly the sound of wind came from his ears, and the sound of rolling stones rushed towards him accompanied by flames.

Yan's martial soul is a flame lord, capable of both offense and defense. Even without a soul ring, its inherent flame power cannot be underestimated.

The powerful Lie Yan has extremely high defensive power, and the electric current on the thunder stick can't hurt Yan.

Just when Wu Lin's attention was attracted by the moon blade, Yan's concentrated punch hit Wu Lin's left shoulder with a strong wind.

This time he really fell down, Wu Lin let out a muffled snort, stepped back a few steps, and bumped into a small wooden chair beside him.

"Lord Flame, this is an ancient beast martial soul. Please chew on this name carefully. Is it possible for you, a great soul master, to defeat you?" Xie Yue, who had already retired from the battlefield, added fuel and vinegar to the side, and the explanation was brisk.

"Come again," Wu Lin shouted.

"Have you fought enough?" Seeing that a scuffle was about to start again, the second-year deacon walked over, his voice full of seriousness, "Stop immediately, or you will bear the consequences."

Before the melon-eating crowd dispersed, Xie Yue and Yan tacitly ran away, crossed two staircases, and rushed towards the cafeteria.

After a little episode at noon, although there were still militants secretly ready to move, no one dared to provoke the two children on the surface.

Xinjin found a seat by the window for good friends Xie Yue and Yan, and sat in class for an afternoon.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the students went to the playground one after another. This is a compulsory course for the second grade every day, running laps, the higher the level, the more they run. Physical fitness is the foundation of a soul master.

Xie Yue and Yan walked side by side to the door, but were stopped by the teacher of the theory class.

The teacher moved very quickly and stuffed a book into their hands.

Xie Yue looked down, and it was written on the cover, the basic age form of soul beasts, in eight big characters.

"This book is what I taught two weeks ago. I have a test tomorrow, and I specially found a book for you. You should study hard tonight." The teacher touched the two little heads and smiled very kindly, "After all, you just came here. , the requirements are very low, just a pass is enough.”

Fierce and vicious, Xie Yue felt that the teacher's smile was no different from that of a ghost-faced villain.

With an unexcited heart and trembling hands, Xie Yue skillfully turned the book to the last page.

Xie Yue felt that a white light really flashed in front of her eyes, like a bolt from the blue.

"Page 185!" Yan wailed.

"Now we go to the playground to run laps. After eating, we can return to the dormitory at 12 o'clock at the earliest. Tomorrow morning, we will get up at 3 o'clock and run laps. That means we have 20 hours. Calculated by reading one page in 9 minutes, we can read 180 pages in an hour. That's 3 hours to read [-] pages, and we can get [-] hours of sleep tonight." Xie Yue calculated very quickly, simply and rudely.

Yan frowned, "If you sleep so little, you won't grow taller."

"If you don't leave, you won't even be able to sleep for three hours," Xie Yue had already run towards the playground, she looked very calm, she didn't forget to give her brother a hand, but she had already scolded the teacher of this class in her stomach back and forth.

Don't take the exam early or late, don't take the exam tomorrow.

Why don't you let us go even if you take the exam.

Speechless.

On the second day, the fellow suffering from the weight that should not have been borne at such a young age appeared at the door of the classroom with dark circles under his eyes.

As the saying goes, grinding guns before the battle is not fast, but the two people who are full of soul beast knowledge get the test papers and write hard, and then successfully finished writing just after half of the test time, and then fell asleep on the table.

It was very comfortable to sleep for an hour. When they woke up, the test papers disappeared.

Yes, the teacher saw that they were asleep, and didn't bother to wake them up. He was bored to invigilate the exam by himself, so he simply brought up the test papers of the two of them and changed them.

This seems outrageous, but it is quite common in Wuhundian Academy. There is no fixed form for the cultivation of soul masters, and it is the consistent style of the teachers to be careful and casual.

The 100-point test papers scored 75 points and 76 points. The theory teacher was quite satisfied, and walked away with a stack of test papers.

After two exciting and busy days, everything seems to be on the right track, with classes, training, physical fitness, and actual combat every day.

Xie Yue was a little depressed. Where is her first spirit ring? Although she is powerful, it would be a disadvantage if she didn't have a spirit ring combat class. Impatient, he even wanted to get a token and go to the nearby forest.

A week later, Xie Yue didn't wait for her first soul ring, but the dean.

The dean led Xie Yue and Yan out of the Wuhundian Academy, bypassed the back mountain, and walked into the resplendent and magnificent palace, the Pope's Palace, which is exclusive to Pope Bibidong of the Wuhundian.

The dean didn't take them in, but just waited in the square in front of the hall. After a while, two people came outside the hall.

The person on the left couldn't see his face at all, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black mist, while the person on the right had short blond hair and was dressed in a white coat. His skin was particularly noticeable, as tender as a baby's.

Xie Yue's brain quickly began to collect information. Who is this? I have never seen it before. Judging by the dean's expression, he should not be a small person.

"We are all the elders of the Wuhun Palace. My title is Ju, and his title is Ghost." The man in white stepped in front of Xie Yue and lowered his head slightly. "From today onwards, we are your teachers."

Xie Yue's eyes widened in surprise, Titled Douluo, his teacher is Titled Douluo, wow!

Wuhundian Academy recruits talents from all over the world, and there is no shortage of talented students.

This time, Xie Yue and Yan were not arranged to obtain the soul ring first, because they wanted to see if their understanding and use of their own martial souls were superior to others.

Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo came up with the idea of ​​recruiting apprentices after seeing their performance in the second-year practical class, and it would be good to accept both at once.

Pope Bibi Dong is still very clear about the level of his subordinates, but the elders of the Wuhun Temple all have their own temperaments and will not accept disciples easily.

Although she has the idea of ​​accepting apprentices, she always feels that the two children are still a little short of something, and it happens that the two elders want to accept them, so why not do it.

"Which one do I want?" Ju Douluo looked carefully at the two little beans.

Xie Yue's skin is quite fair. The skin of a six-year-old child is like a block of tofu, as if it can spring up when poked. His hair is a bright silvery white. After the sun shines, his whole face looks fairer. In addition, Yan, who was dressed in black and red as a background, stood beside him, making it look even whiter.

Ghost Douluo squeezed that delicate face, "I'll choose him, I like this pretty face."

Little white face?

You still have a big black face!

Xie Yue almost blurted out, but since he couldn't beat Ghost Douluo at all, he nodded obediently.

Glancing at Ghost Douluo, Ju Douluo patted Yan's head with a smile, "This kid has pretty features, and he's good to be my apprentice."

Xie Yue almost thought that she had heard wrong.

Yan's fiery red hair, which can be called bold and unrestrained, coupled with the natural flame lines on his neck, is his delicate features?

"Why are you standing still," the dean's voice reminded the two of them.

Taking two steps back solemnly, putting his left hand lightly on his right shoulder, Xie Yue and Yan bowed respectfully, "Teacher."

In front of the Pope's Palace, few people walked around, the sun poured down, casting a shadow through the sculpture of the seraph, and the fully armed guards stood neatly, which was even more solemn.

In the silence, Ju Douluo smiled slightly, and waved his palm in the air.

The two people who were bending over felt a light soul power rushing up from their sides, and straightened up involuntarily.

From now on, they officially became disciples of the elders of the Spirit Hall.