Douluo: My martial spirit is an elf

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 boy who was in front of Tang San, Tang Qin and Tang Wu were following him. The boy's mother said: "Is there any mistake? This is the so-called Soul Master Academy, and it is said that one can become an empire after graduating. The Viscount’s academy?”

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: "Dad, I don't want to go to school here, it's too embarrassing. I'd better go to Soto Intermediate Soul Master College. After all, I was considered a genius when I was in the junior college."

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."

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. Do you think you can be accommodating?"

The old man said a little impatiently: "Don't affect the people behind you. Don't you know the rules of the academy? We only accept children under the age of thirteen. We will not accept any children over the age of thirteen. You can leave."

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."

This person is exactly Dai Mubai, before because he was sitting on the side and blocked by the crowd, Tang San didn't see him.

What was slightly different from when Tang San, Tang Qin and Tang Wu saw him that day was that the look on his face was a little helpless.

Dai Mubai didn't talk nonsense, he directly stimulated his own soul power, releasing all three soul rings of two hundred years and one thousand years.

The surging soul power produced an invisible pressure in the air, and the cold light in the evil eyes flashed repeatedly, looking at the father and son.

[Author's digression]: As for Shrek, the original plot may have too many plots. These plots are transitional chapters, so you don't need to read them.