Technology Cultivation System

The principal saw the students in the auditorium quiet down, and then sat down.His complexion was obviously a little ugly, and his face was drawn long.

Seeing this, the dean of the Academy of Soul Arts quickly explained in a low voice: "Principal, I really didn't cheat."

"No cheating? You call this no cheating? Damn our school dog won't believe it after seeing it, do you believe it?"

The principal slapped the table and said angrily in a low voice.

The dean of the Soul Art Academy wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile, "Principal, I just added a training to them recently, and they are subjected to an attack from the initial strength of the Heavenly Soul Mirror every day."

He was afraid that the principal would scold him again, so he quickly added: "But I didn't reveal anything, this is the subject of this competition."

The principal pointed to the dean of the Soul Arts Academy, his eyes widened, and he almost laughed out of anger, "At this time, if you add training subjects, a fool can guess that they are competition subjects."

The dean of the Soul Arts Institute glanced at the big screen, there were 16 people left on it, 15 of them belonged to the Soul Arts Institute.

Anyway, he achieved his goal, and he simply broke the jar.No matter how bad the result this time is, it won't be worse than Budoin.

"Principal, it's all like this now, what do you say!"

"I don't mind if you want to rematch, then I can't be the dean of the Soul Arts Institute. The main reason is that I have no place to put my old face!"

If this match was really re-competed, it would be tantamount to admitting that the dean of the Soul Art Academy cheated, not only slapping the head of the Soul Art Academy in the face, but also slapping his headmaster in the face.

The headmaster was so angry with the dean of the Academy of Soul Arts that he couldn't speak for a long time.

Jing Jing, who was sitting by the side, heard that there was no sound next to her, stretched her waist and turned her head with a smile on her face.

She said softly, "Principal, I have an idea here. It can not only protect the reputation of the dean, but also make the competition fairer."

The principal was full of curiosity about An Jing's words, and asked tentatively, "An Jing, is what you said true? Don't tease me."

An Jing blinked her big eyes, with a smile on her face, and said firmly, "That's natural."

She looked at the dean of the Academy of Soul Arts, and said with a smile: "Since the name of this first level is Dalang Taosha, I think...the waves are not big enough, what do you think, Dean?"

headmaster:"???"

Dean: "???"

The lightning strikes in the early days of the Heavenly Soul Realm were not considered big, so could it be that the lightning strikes in the later stages of the Heavenly Soul Realm were considered big!

and many more!

A thought suddenly appeared in the minds of the two of them, and then quickly dismissed it.

Quiet doesn't really plan to play like this!

The headmaster squeezed a sweat in his heart and reminded: "Quiet, you won't be..."

"It seems that the principal has also thought of it. So far, there is only one way."

There was no trace of worry on Quiet's face, but he said excitedly: "Since we have played, why not play something more exciting, what do you think?"

"But……"

The headmaster was still a little worried!

He has only been the principal for a few years!

He still wants to work for a few more years!

Before the principal could finish speaking, he was interrupted by An Jing.

"Principal, don't worry, I know it well."

An Jing paused for a while after finishing speaking, and then continued: "Since the two of you have no objections, then I'll go to the control room."

She got up and walked towards the control room.

The principal and the dean looked at each other, and the dean said with some concern: "Principal, is this... really all right?"

The principal said coldly: "Then you should think of a better way!"

The dean shrank his neck and stopped talking, he didn't have that ability.According to his vision, the first level of the game is now over.

At this time, everyone in the virtual space is waiting for the next attack, and everyone is fully focused on defense.

After waiting for a full 5 minutes, the next attack has not yet arrived.Some people have become irritable.

They don't know what's going on outside, and naturally they don't know the quiet plan.

Meng Changkong didn't dare to be negligent in his heart at this time. He was caught off guard for the first time, and now he was even more careful.

For some reason, the sense of crisis in his heart not only did not decrease, but became more intense.

Just when everyone was waiting impatiently, the dark clouds above their heads suddenly dissipated.

"Is this our pass?"

Someone in the virtual space asked.

"It should be. I just counted, and it happens to be sixteen people, just entering the next round."

As a result, as soon as the two spoke, a huge lightning bolt fell from the sky, covering everyone, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, without any warning.

The huge thunder made the students in the auditorium cover their ears one after another, and even the principal and dean on the subjective stage stood up.

The dean of the Academy of Soul Arts said tremblingly: "Principal, did Director An play too excitingly? My heart can't stand it! What if those students..."

The headmaster frowned tightly, he still believed in quietness in his heart.

After observing for a while, he still found some clues. Just when the lightning bolt was about to hit the students' heads, more than a dozen virtual devices were forced to exit directly.

The principal breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the head of the Academy of Soul Arts and scolded angrily: "What a fart! Do you think An Jing is as brainless as you! Take a closer look at those devices!"

The dean of the Academy of Soul Arts was scolded, not only did not get angry, but a smile appeared on his face.

Because he saw that there were three virtual devices in the Soul Art Academy that were still lit, and the remaining virtual device that was lit belonged to Meng Changkong.

"Principal, what you said is right!"

An Jing walked out of the control room, with a smile still on his face, obviously having a good time.

"I didn't expect kid, there's something!"

Quietly whispered something.

When the lightning that covered the entire audience dissipated, there were only two people sitting at this moment, one was Meng Changkong and the other was Li Zhou, and their figures were somewhat vain.

There were two other people lying on the ground twitching, one was Gu Wanlai and the other was Mu Chuan.The figures of these two people became almost transparent.

The students sitting in the auditorium shut their mouths one by one.

Anyone who dares to say that this is a shady scene must have a brain problem.

The attack in the late stage of the Heavenly Soul Realm lasted a full ten seconds, definitely worthy of the name of the big wave washing the sand.

After a minute, the figures on the big screen slowly dissipated, four virtual devices were turned on, and Meng Changkong and the others came out a little tired.

Immediately, the dean of the Academy of Soul Arts stood up happily and announced: "The list for entering the second level is Li Zhou of the Academy of Soul Arts!"

"Mu Chuan of the Soul Academy!"

"The Soul Art Institute has come late!"

"Freshman Meng Changkong!"

The principal twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard the head of the Academy of Soul Arts announce these names, and this guy was still showing off.

In the soul art competition, your soul art academy only occupies three positions, so you are ashamed to brag about it!

But he didn't say much now, originally this soul art competition was dominated by the soul art academy.

"Next, enter the second level, the arena for supremacy!"