"Welcome freshmen, welcome to join!"

"Mao Spiritual Academy is a traditional academy with a long history of 2,000 years, training young elites for the Ghost Dao Clan, the Secret Maneuver, and the Thirteen Guardian Teams, I hope you will not insult this tradition. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

With the sound of the announcement, Yan San stepped into the door of the Mao Spiritual Academy.

Since they all enter the school in the spring of each year, cherry blossoms are fluttering throughout the college.

Yan San stood at the school gate and took a deep breath, a little bit of the mood when he had just entered college, but his previous life was over before it began.

Now is the time to make up for it.

"I'm your instructor, Yutaro Toyota!"

"We have a class a year..."

On the podium, the instructor with meticulously combed hair was encouraging the new students below, but Yan San was a little sleepy when he heard it.

In his previous life, when he saw the episode of the animation about Mao Spiritual Academy, he thought it was an original plot, but now that he heard this very similar speech, Yan San became a little interested.

Of course, it's not about those courses, but one of the internships, going to the present world for soul burial.

The animated version is to go to the present world for actual combat exercises.

Of course, no matter which one you are, you can go to the present world, and this is what Yan San is interested in.

Although I don't know what was interesting about RB hundreds of years ago, Yan San also wanted to see it, and it would be better if he could go to China.

"If you have any questions, you can also ask the first student in the class, Sifeng Yuan Yansan. ”

Suddenly, the teacher's words made the attention of the whole class focus on Yan San, Yan San would not have any restraints, after all, he had endured the gaze of all the captains, such a small scene was nothing.

He smiled slightly and nodded at his classmates, now Yan San has integrated the demeanor of the aristocracy into his words and deeds, and he will definitely not do anything rude.

I have to say that Yan San's appearance is still very good, and I can faintly hear some female classmates discussing his voice.

Not only has the spiritual pressure strength reached the sixth level of the highest level, but there is also an additional written test requirement for this admission, although the score occupied is not high, but Yan San also achieved the highest score, and won the first place in this admission with an absolute advantage.

Therefore, the popularity of Yan San is comparable to that of Shiba Haiyan back then.

Now there are doglegs who take the initiative to follow him, such as the --- Maeda Nozomi Chiyo in the back.

He didn't have the same hairstyle as he did later, so Yan San had the courage to let this guy follow him.

But now I'm a little fat man, and I just keep eating and eating pancakes every day.

The Maeda family is a middle-level nobleman who belongs to the Sifeng Yuan family, as long as there is no accident, the vice captain of the second team and the captain of the police team of the second hidden mobile detachment are all served by their family, so now this guy will come to follow him.

"Boss, don't you need me to teach these poor ghosts a lesson, so that they don't come to harass you, boss. "The little fat man Nozomi Maeda is a poor ghost when he speaks, fortunately no one hears it, otherwise Yan San's image would have been ruined on the first day.

Yan San lowered his voice with a black line on his face and said, "Don't talk nonsense! Everyone is a classmate, what kind of trouble is a poor ghost when you open your mouth!"

"Since the boss won't let me say it, then I won't say it. Nozomi Chiyo didn't care either, and after speaking, he took out pancakes and ate them.

Yan San breathed a sigh of relief, although this guy looked quite unreliable, he was still quite obedient.

Yan San didn't expect to change his personality, as long as it didn't affect him.

The instructor finished speaking and left.

The first class was about the history of the Corpse Soul Realm, and the teacher who gave the lecture was an old man who looked trembling.

Yan San looked like he was listening carefully to the lecture on the surface, but in fact, he had already begun to wander too much in his heart. It's one thing to maintain an aristocratic image, but it's not right to waste time.

This kind of thing Yan San could already be memorized thirty years ago, but for those students born in Soul Street, it was necessary to learn, after all, they did not have such conditions as Yan San.

The next day is all about explaining the theoretical knowledge, including the relevant knowledge of the void, the soul burial and other proper nouns, as for the details, I will talk about it in the corresponding course later.

There were also many students who came to greet Yan San during class, of course, most of them were girls. Yan San chatted with them with a pleasant face, and stared vigilantly at Nozomi Chiyo Maeda, if a poor ghost came out of his mouth, Yan San was ready to slap him.

Although his face was full of disgust, he didn't say anything offensive to people, and Yan San temporarily put his mind at ease.

The first day passed without a disturbance, and perhaps the next few days passed like this.

After talking about theoretical knowledge for several days in a row, if it weren't for Yan San's immersion in his inner world to slash the sword, he wasn't sure if he would skip class every day like Ye Yi, but fortunately, Xuxiao didn't force Yan San out.

Today finally started the practical teaching of the ghost way, but for Yan San, these are all fried cold rice, but it is not bad to consolidate the foundation.

"Breaking the Tunnel, begin!"

Following the instructions of the teacher who was taking the ghost path class, the first group that was divided into three groups stepped forward, and then performed the thirty-one breaking path that had just been taught at the target.

So the students began to chant the words of the 31st Red Cannon, and then everyone sent out a variety of red cannons, and only two or three people in a small group could hit the target, and they only scratched the edge slightly.

Seeing this, the ghost teacher didn't say anything, after all, it was the first time, even if it didn't come out, it wouldn't be strange. However, Yan San's class is a special promotion class, but this situation has not occurred.

Next, the second group stepped forward alternately, and Yan San also prepared to use the red cannon according to the teacher's instructions, without the intention of being maverick.

However, although he used red artillery, Yan San also had some ideas of his own.

Generally speaking, the stronger the spiritual pressure output, the more powerful the ghost path emitted. However, Yan San took another direction, that is, to compress the spirit pressure to increase the power, but this method requires a relatively high control of the spirit son, and the higher the level of the broken path, the stronger the control required.

Yan San stretched out his right hand to the target, and did not chant the spirit of speech, anyway, it was the same for him or not.

"Thirty-one of the broken paths, red artillery. ”

A red cannon that was much smaller than the average appeared in Yan San's hand, which made the teacher who taught the ghost path feel a little strange.

"Could it be that this eldest young master is not good at ghost paths?"

The teacher thought with some confusion that he was already ready to comfort Yan San after this round.

The red cannon in Yan San's hand went straight out, and there was a loud bang the moment it touched the target, and then the power rushed to the wall behind it without the slightest weakening, directly blasting a big hole in the wall.

The teacher's words of comfort were swallowed before he could say anything, and the surrounding classmates all looked at Yan San dumbfounded.

Yan San was also a little confused, he forgot that this was not the Sifeng Courtyard family, and there was no strong enchantment to protect the wall.

He smiled embarrassedly at the teacher, then went down and sat down.

Fortunately, the teacher broke this peace in time.

"Ahem, the ghost path of the students of Sifeng Academy is very good, if there is anything you don't understand, you can ask for advice. ”

(To be continued.) ）