Douluo Dalu

"Brother, you see there is a small village over there." When the little dance was carried by Tang San, it was also the sweetest time for her mouth. At this time, she must be called Tang Sange, instead of calling Xiaosan.

Tang Sanshun looked in the direction of the little dancing fingers, only about a mile away from the front, there is a small village, with the eyesight of the purple pole konjac, he can clearly distinguish that the village has about 100 households, The size of the Holy Spirit Village is smaller. There is a wooden fence outside the village, which seems to be used against wild animals. There seems to be a lot of people gathering at the entrance to the village. I don't know what happened.

Tang San smiled: "We asked in the past, maybe the people in this village will know where Shrek College is. The Soul Academy should be very famous."

In front of the little dancing finger, he laughed and said: "Brother, speed up pulling."

Tang San did not have a good backhand on her hips and patted it, and the foot was slightly forced, and quickly walked toward the village.

When I came to the present, Tang San and Xiao Wu found that something was wrong. There were indeed many people gathered at the entrance to the village. Most of them were teenagers of similar age, most of whom had parents.

There is a table at the entrance of the village. There is a 60-year-old man sitting behind the table. What makes Tang San and Xiao Wu’s eyes stunned is that a plaque that looks a bit smashed on the arch made of wood at the entrance to the village. It is engraved with simple five words, Shrek College. In front of these five words, there is a green head that looks like the head of a humanoid monster. Green and green, a little cute. The old man behind the table also had a similar green round badge. It should be the school badge of Shrek College.

"No." The little dance jumped from the back of Tang San, looked at the plaque with surprise, and then looked back at Tang San. Both of them had some sorrow.

Even the Nodding Primary Soul College is much larger than here. Moreover, it is obviously like an ordinary small village. The arches at the entrance are not only wooden, but also not one-third of the Notting College. Can this also be called the Soul Academy?

"Brother, is the master wrong? I don't think it looks like a college. It won't be a lie."

Tang San smiled and said: "Come on, come and see."

At this time, there are about a hundred applicants in front of them, many of them frowning, and obviously hold the same thoughts as the little dance.

A young boy who was in front of Tang San and Xiao Dance was always with him. He only listened to the young mother’s mother: "Is there a mistake? This is the so-called Soul Academy, or a college that claims to be a Viscount of the Empire." ?"

The boy’s father was somewhat uncertain: “This is what the people of Wu Hun Temple said. There should be no mistakes. But the college is really broken.”

Juvenile said: "Dad, I don't want to go to school here, it's too shameful. I still go to Soto Intermediate School of Souls. How can I say that I was a genius when I was in junior college."

The boy’s father frowned and said, “If you have already arrived, wait a second. Maybe this is a test. The real college is not here.”

Similar conversations are absolutely in the queue, and most of the teenagers and parents have a lot of disappointment on their faces.

Tang San’s eyes did not stay on these applicants for too long. His eyes looked at the front of the team, that is, the place where he signed up. His eyesight and hearing improved under the influence of Xuan Tiangong, and he was able to hear it there. dialogue.

The old man who is sitting behind the desk and accepting the registration looks like a lazy look. The clothes on his body are plain and simple. It looks like a village old man, not even as old as the old Jack of the Holy Spirit Village. .

At this time, a teenager came to the table to register. The old man lazily said: "The registration fee is ten gold soul coins, and it will be done in that box."

The father's accompanying father rushed out ten golden spirit coins and put them in a box made of several pieces of wood.

"Extending a hand."

The young man stretched his hand to the old man, and the old man squeezed his hand twice. He shook his head and said: "Your age does not match, you can go."

The young man stunned and turned to look at his father. The teenage children were so precocious as Tang San, but not many.

His father hurriedly laughed and said: "Teacher, my son just passed the 13-year-old birthday. You see, can you get through?"

The old man is a little impatient: "Don't affect the people behind. You don't know the rules of the college? We only accept children under the age of thirteen. If you are over 13 years old, you will not accept it. You can go."

The father of the boy said: "Then our registration fee..."

The old man is unceremonious: "After registration, it will not be refunded."

The clay figurine is still three-dimensional, and the younger father can't help but anger: "You know this is to swindle money. Retreat our registration fee, otherwise we will not leave. I knew that this so-called Shrek Academy is so broken, we will not It should come."

The old man glanced at him, faintly said: "Mu Bai, someone wants to return the name fee, you deal with it."

On the side of the ground, a figure suddenly smashed up. "I want to return the name fee, and I have beaten me and returned it all."

This person is Dai Mubai. Before sitting on the side and being blocked by the crowd, Tang San did not see him. It was a little different from the time when Tang San and Xiao Wu saw him. At this time, the look on his face was somewhat helpless.

Dai Mubai is also nonsense, directly urging his own soul power, releasing all three soul rings of two hundred years and a thousand years. The soul of the cockroach produces invisible pressure in the air, and the cold light flashes in the evil spirits, looking at the father and son.