Early the next morning, Fan Wujiang's biological clock arrived as usual, and he got up early to wash up and go to the backyard to practice.

The bubblers floated on the surface of the lake to sleep, and when the sun first bloomed, Nurda came down from the mountain on his long legs of two meters, greeted him and prepared breakfast as usual.

The pushing hands and shoulders of the Eight Elephant Grandmaster Fist, he has now reached the level of familiarity, but there is still a little distance to be said to be able to understand it.

Now that he has accepted the task of the Advanced Department, he has to work hard, and if he doesn't make it to the top ten, he will be sorry for the captain of the armor division who recommended him.

He thought about this matter in a series of ways, and quickly judged that the captain must be one of the several guards present when he clashed with Li Qiankun and others.

To be honest, he actually liked the guards. Disciplined, organized and magnanimous, as well as upright military spirit.

When Teng Taishan got up, Nurda also made breakfast. Fan Wujiang finished devouring the food, went upstairs to take a shower, and changed into clean clothes.

The old man reminded him to bring his wizard registration card, and the admission procedure must be used. There was nothing to prepare, so I set off for the hospital building in good spirits.

The [Faculty Building] is also located in a secluded location, at the far right of a row of connected academic buildings. After walking for about 20 minutes, Fan Wujiang arrived 5 minutes earlier than the agreed time, and the time was accurate.

The Faculty Building is responsible for registering the information of the students of the Faculty and handling some related chores. Under normal circumstances, it is only around the beginning of the school year and a few festivals that it will be busy and lively.

At this time, it is working time, but there are only a few people who look like mentors or staff coming in and out.

Walking into the hall, Fan Wujiang saw a familiar figure at a glance.

Xu Changwei was talking to a young man beside him whose skin was a few degrees darker than Hei Gu.

"It's coming. ”

Obviously, the person who arranged the admission procedures for him was none other than this Tutor Xu.

"Tutor Xu, good morning. ”

"Hello, Mr. Fan. Introduce, this is your future martial arts instructor in the academy, Seinfeld. ”

The mentor named Seinfeld smiled at Fan Wujiang slightly, probably because of the black, his teeth looked very white.

Fan Wujiang was stunned for a second, then quickly reacted, smiled and nodded, "Hello Mentor Song." ”

Seinfeld stared at Fan Wujiang and said, "It's not bad." It looks like a good material for martial arts. ”

"Don't talk about this yet, hurry up and go through the formalities, and you teachers and students will have time to communicate in the future. Xu Changwei urged.

The three of them walked straight to the office window on the right side of the hall, and an old aunt in charge of registration took Fan Wujiang's wizard registration card and scanned it on the sensor.

"Hey, why is this information empty? ”

"The martial arts are entry-level, and I haven't had time to update the information of the federation yet. Xu Changwei added to the old aunt with a smile.

The old aunt glanced at Fan Wujiang, "Why is the awakening sequence empty?

Xu Changwei and Song Fei also looked at Fan Wujiang at the same time, but Tan Zhu didn't talk about it. It's not that I don't want to say it, Tan Xiaofeng himself doesn't know what this kid has awakened.

Fan Wujiang didn't know that there was such a procedure for admission, and his brain was running rapidly.

Walking as a martial servant does not mean that there is no awakening element sequence, at his age, he must be awakened.

It would be very unreasonable to say that he has not yet awakened, because it is impossible for a mentor to accept an awakened waste student.

"Gold. ”

The old aunt lowered her head and lifted her glasses on the bridge of her nose, and Xu Changwei and Seinfeld were also a little stunned.

"It's been more than 3 years since I've been a student of the gold department, young man, how can such a good sequence enter the martial arts class, Tutor Liao of the academy recruits students all year round..."

"Oh, I said Sister Liu, this is too much. Isn't it good for us to be a martial servant? You actually helped Lao Liao block people. Seinfeld interrupted the old aunt and took a piece of paper from her hand.

The group of three went up to the second floor, turned a corner and came to the hall, looking at the two egg-shaped instruments, Fan Wujiang was dumbfounded.

It turned out that there was a device to test the index in the college, and the index had to be registered for admission.

Regarding this point, it's not that the old man forgot to say it, but Teng Taishan rarely walks around other places except the Black Academy, and he doesn't care about the things in the academy. How would he know that the college applied to the federation for two testers before the start of this semester to facilitate the students' testing.

"Students, please enter the tester. A goblin staff member urged.

If you don't expect it, it's definitely not good, and it's hard to ride a tiger. What do you say after the test?

Fan Wujiang, whose brain cells were about to be overloaded, was pushed into the 'eggshell' by the two mentors before he could come up with any good way.

No way. As soon as the index came out, everyone present would be shocked.

Immediately after, his weird 7-series awakening index will be sent to the advanced department.

Subsequently, if he develops for the good, he will be kept in captivity as a rare national treasure, and if he develops for the bad, there will be no bounds.

Pull him to do in vivo studies, all kinds of experiments. This is still small, if you dig deeper, you will have to involve the old man and the head of Xinyuan, and even, there is Sui Xing...

The tester buzzed into operation, and Fan Wujiang's brain was also buzzing.

No! No!!

With a bang, a great force spread out from the skull, and the severe pain made Fan Wujiang feel that his head might have exploded.

Boom!

He heard the sound of some kind of massive object colliding, and he held his head and gasped to open his eyes, but he didn't see the internal structure of the instrument.

Rather, it's a strange and familiar ancient wilderness.

Boom!

Thunder rang out, lightning flashed, and incandescent light outlined lines like tree branches, filling the entire sky in front of him.

He calmed down and soon understood that this was his own world of consciousness. In the experiment of the head of the Xin Academy, he had been to the wild land once.

"How did you get here, what does that mean?" he muttered.

Suddenly, he heard a voice.

It was extremely low and devoid of any emotion.

The voice did not speak Chinese, nor English, French, Italian, or Wandao Chinese, or some of the languages he had ever heard.

But strangely, he could understand what the voice was saying.

"Thunder, thunder, guard, and ......," he repeated in Mandarin what the voice said.

"Thunder Guard, what's it??" he tried to communicate with the voice.

But there was no answer.

Confused and dazed, it was only a moment, and the vast sky and earth around him suddenly retreated.

Before he could react, he found that he had been detached from the world of consciousness and was set up by two mentors to set up an egg-shaped tester.

"It's weird! The equipment that the federation only sent over in the first two days of school, why is this broken? No, it can't!"

The diminutive goblin uncle looked at the short-circuited tester in disbelief with two huge eyes open, and held a huge electric plug in his hand.

"Fan, it's okay. Xu Changwei stared at Fan Wujiang and asked worriedly.

Fan Wujiang also came to his senses and shook his head. He was in the world of consciousness just now, and he didn't hear any sounds outside, so he didn't know what was going on at all.

Seinfeld patted his chest and said, "Scared me." These tens of millions of instruments actually leak electricity, which is really fucking unreliable. ”

There are two egg-shaped testers in the testing hall of the hospital building, and after the goblin uncle put down the plug impatiently, he pointed to another instrument, "Let's change this test." ”

"It's unreliable, don't electrocute my students. ”

"Seinfeld!" Xu Changwei scolded, and Seinfeld immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, and smiled embarrassedly.

Pushed into the instrument by these two people again, Fan Wujiang felt 10,000 alpacas roaring past him.

What the hell is this......

Isn't it over?

If one is broken, it can't be broken again.

As soon as the machine was running, Fan Wujiang saw countless blazing white particles floating in his body, sizzling and seeping into the instrument one by one.

Immediately after, I heard Seinfeld's roar, "Quickly cut the power supply, don't really break the electricity." ”

The goblin scrambled to pull the plug......

In the testing hall, Xu Changwei looked at Uncle Goblin, and then at Fan Wujiang.

Fan Wujiang looked at his nose and nose, and suddenly felt that this reaction might not be right, so he quickly reached out and patted his chest and chattered.

"Scared me to death, scared me to death. It's unpredictable, it's too scary. Is it a short circuit, I just felt like I was being electrocuted in there......"

Seinfeld had a black face, his face was already black, and he looked like he was going to eat people, staring at the goblin uncle.

"Don't delay the enrollment process, or you can make a test report. Wait for the instrument to be repaired, and then retest the registration data. ”

Xu Changwei made a feasible suggestion, and the goblin uncle walked to the computer with his short legs without saying a word, and the typing speed of twenty fingers flew.

"The three indices of the forging body are in line with the general entry-level test results of martial arts. The index of the gold system, I filled in according to the lowest awakening. Uncle Goblin handed the report to Xu Changwei with an aggrieved face.

Fan Wujiang thought that the two instruments were 100% broken by himself, and seeing that the goblin uncle looked loveless, he felt a little sad in his heart.

"Eighty percent of this instrument was withdrawn by the Federation, and the refurbishment was thrown to our college. Old Dao, you hurry up and declare it, don't use it during this time, so as not to have an accident. ”

Hearing Xu Changwei say this, the goblin uncle named Lao Dao also felt that this was very possible, and he couldn't stop nodding.

After that, the three of them returned to the window and handed a series of materials to the old aunt.

After Seinfeld signed his name on the tutor's confirmation form, all the formalities were completed.

Hurriedly going downstairs, Xu Changwei glanced at the time, and said to Fan Wujiang: "Go to the management room on the first floor of the No. 1 battle building and swipe a card." For the next month, you'll be free to enter and exit the Matchhouse like any other Special Training member.

If you want to use the study room, just swipe your card on the access control. However, it's best to get ahead of time and don't hit the time that other students are using.

As you know, from today onwards, everyone will have to work hard to practice. If there is anything, you can always find Tutor Song, you are welcome. ”

Fan Wujiang looked at the two mentors and said with a smile: "Thank you, Tutor Xu, thank you Tutor Song." ”

"Alright, Seinfeld, don't you still have classes, go get busy. ”

"Yes, there's ten minutes to go. I'll go first, and leave Fan's mobile phone number. ”

After the two of them wrote down each other's numbers, Seinfeld turned around and turned on [Swift Walk], and in the blink of an eye, he ran away.

Obviously, Xu Changwei had something to say, and Fan Wujiang was ready for him to ask about the instrument.

Anyway, I didn't know anything I asked, and I didn't admit it when I was killed.

There is no evidence, he bites to death and denies it, what else can Xu Changwei do with him.