There are a total of ninety-one soul beasts, and it is not a day's work to tame them.

Although the harvest is not small, Luo Chong is facing a difficult decision at the moment: where to go next?

"The Iron Eagle Guild can't stay, if you go back to the Holy Soul Academy, I'm afraid you will face the secret pursuit of the Medicine Master Guild again!" Luo Chong couldn't help frowning, "However, if you don't return to the Academy, you will be openly hunted down by the Medicine Master Guild and the Iron Eagle Guild!"

In the Holy Soul Academy, these two guilds will at least not openly break in and kill people, but will only act secretly.

Weighing the pros and cons, Luo Chong decided to go back to the Holy Soul Academy for the time being, and then make plans after seeing the situation, after all, in the academy, there are still teachers such as the vice dean, Gu Feilei, and Wei Wen who are partial to him.

And, of course, his brother Fan Shao.

Thinking of this guy who was full of **, Luo Chong couldn't help but smile slightly, "I don't know how this guy is now, is he still as as before?

Since the first day he entered the Iron Eagle Guild, Luo Chong gave Tinker Bell the recipe for the "Double Soul Pill" in the "Green Capsule Medicine Book", and now Tinker Bell has refined three Double Soul Pills.

"Holy Soul Academy, I'm back!"

......

"Ahh

"I don't know which beauty is thinking about me......" Fan Shao rubbed his nose and muttered quietly. He had long been accustomed to the disgusting, contemptuous, or sympathetic gazes around him.

There's no way, who let him come from a famous family, but he has a waste wood soul element?

The famous family is enough to make everyone envious, but a waste wood soul yuan makes everyone's hearts full of inexplicable happiness!

"No matter how noble the birth is, what is it? It is just a waste of wood, and it will not be taken seriously in the family in the future, but it is just a poor worm who eats and waits to die! It is not even as good as us!"—this is the state of mind of most people. Of course, out of fear of the family behind Fan Shao, no one said these words explicitly, but everyone tacitly agreed.

After class, a girl with a delicate appearance and a blue dress came to Fan Shao and said with a smile: "Rice spoon, let's go eat?"

"Xin'er. As soon as Fan Shao saw the girl, his listless face immediately became wonderful, he jumped up from the chair, pulled his messy hair, and said with a smile: "Obey!"

"Look at your stupid appearance, as soon as you hear about eating, you really deal with the name of your 'rice spoon'!" The girl in blue glanced at Fan Shao with disgust, but her big eyes were full of smiles.

"Hehe, in this world, I only let you have this name!" Fan Shao smiled and scratched his head, his heart warm.

"Why, you are not ashamed of the name of such a rice bucket, but proud of it?" A young man with a long body and a fair face inserted between the two and looked at Fan Shao with a sneer.

"Murong Yi, what's my name, it's your business!" Fan Shao said angrily.

This Murong Yi is the son of a general of the Gulan Empire, and he is very incompatible with Fan Shao on weekdays, and often takes the opportunity to find trouble with Fan Shao, because his strength is not as good as others, Fan Shao can generally endure and fool the past, but today in front of his beloved girl, he was scolded as a "rice bucket", but Fan Shao couldn't bear it.

"Shout, it's quite tough!" Murong Yi seemed to see through Fan Shao's thoughts, don't you want to save face in front of your girlfriend? Then I will completely embarrass you!

Murong Yi glanced at the girl in blue and sneered: "Mo Zixin, I really don't understand, why do you want to follow such a rice bucket? Could it be that you fancy his family background? Then you don't have to wronged yourself like this! In our class, just a man is better than him!"

Saying that, Murong Yi stretched out his slap contemptuously and patted Fan Shao's "general's belly".

"Murong Yi, I'll fuck your mother!" Fan Shao was completely furious, his face turned red, and he raised his fist and hit Murong Yi's arrogant face.

"Don't measure yourself!" Murong Yi snorted coldly, grabbed Fan Shao's wrist with his right hand, and then took it into his arms, and at the same time stumbled under his feet, Fan Shao stood unsteadily, and fell to the ground with a plop.

Seeing this, Mo Zixin hurriedly stepped forward to help Fan Shao: "How is it, are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" Fan Shaoteng jumped up from the ground, gritted his teeth and rushed towards Murong Yi again.

At this moment, a man's stern voice suddenly sounded:

"What are you doing, this is a classroom, not a martial arts arena!"

Fan Shao and Murong Yi followed the prestige, and saw that it was a white-robed man who spoke, and their faces couldn't help but change at the moment, and the appearance of the menacing appearance just now immediately became regular, like a docile kitten.

"Teacher Lin!"

The white-robed man named Teacher Lin walked up to the two of them, and his face turned cold: "You have been in the academy for so long, don't you still know the rules?"

Fan Shao and Murong Yi lowered their heads and whispered, "I'm sorry, Teacher Lin." ”

Seeing that the attitude of the two of them was not bad, Mr. Lin couldn't help but soften his tone: "Forget it this time, remember, don't take it as an example!"

Fan Shao and Murong Yi hurriedly agreed, and they couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief in their hearts.

This Teacher Lin is known for his strictness, and the entire academy is notorious.

Seeing that Teacher Lin had walked away, Murong Yi said to Fan Shao in a sneering tone: "Fan Shao, in two days, it will be the final martial arts competition, and the people of your family will also come to participate in it, hehe, if you take the penultimate in age, the expression on your father's face must be very exciting!"

With that, Murong Yi walked away.

"Bang!" Fan Shao slammed his fist on the table, and the muscles on his face twitched with anger.

"Rice spoon, are you okay?" It was the first time Mo Zixin had seen Fan Shao so angry.

"It's okay, Xin'er!" Fan Shao glanced at Mo Zixin and said with a forced smile.

"Rice spoon, I don't care what your soul element is, how bad your strength is, I will always be with you!" Mo Zixin's voice was not loud, but very resolute.

When Fan Shao heard this, he couldn't help but have a sour nose, then pulled up Mo Zixin's small hand and said resolutely: "Xin'er, I don't believe that I Fan Shao has been like this all my life, one day, I will let everyone know that I Fan Shao is not a waste!"

"Hehe, beauty, you're new here, right? Do you need me to be your tour guide and introduce us to the Holy Soul Academy?"

In the Holy Soul Academy, a handsome young man in Chinese costume made a rather handsome gesture and came to a woman who was almost as beautiful as a demon.

"Thanks, but I already have a guide. The woman smiled and pointed to a black-robed young man beside her. The young man looked indifferent, and he was holding a cute little girl in his hand.

The young man in Chinese clothes looked at the black-robed young man who was not good-looking, and sneered, "So, you are also a student of the Holy Soul Academy?"