Following.

Early in the morning, Yang Ming and the three of them left the Rose Hotel, walked out of Soto City from the South City Gate, and headed for Shrek Academy.

Along the official road to the south, the road is flanked by large areas of farmland, and the reputation of Soto City as the grain capital of the Barak Kingdom is not for nothing.

On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops fall into the soil, who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard work.

With the spicy sun on their heads, facing the loess, looking at the past, the farmers are ploughing the fields, sweating, quite hard.

No matter where it is, the status of the peasants is lower than that in the city, and the taxes collected by the Barak Kingdom on the peasants are relatively low, if it is in other countries, after layers of exploitation, nearly half of the grain harvested by the peasants in a year is paid, and the rest is kept for their own use, and the rest is not much to exchange for money, and it will be exploited by the middlemen.

Halfway through, Xiao Wu suddenly stopped and said to Yang Ming:

"Brother, I'm tired of walking, can you carry me?"

"Not good."

"Why?"

"Exercising more helps you lose weight."

"Brother, are you saying I'm fat now?"

Xiao Wu looked at Yang Ming pitifully, and her mouth pursed a cute arc.

Yang Ming paused, looked Xiao Wu up and down for a moment, and saw that her chest was flat, and suddenly realized.

"Oh no, you're developmentally malnourished."

Xiao Wu naturally also noticed Yang Ming's gaze, first his face was slightly hot, and then when he heard Yang Ming's words, he raised his pink fist in anger and hit Yang Ming in the chest again and again.

"You're malnourished! Hum! ”

Xiao Wu stopped moving, stomped his feet hard, as if he couldn't walk, and took the lead angrily, saying:

"Little San, let's go, don't wait for him!"

Tang San only felt funny in his heart, and shook his head again and again, feeling that Xiao Wu was like a child who didn't grow up, and was broken by Yang Ming's words.

Of course, Xiao Wu will only show such a little girl posture in front of Yang Ming and Tang San.

If it was changed to Notting City's Junior Soul Master Academy, Xiao Wu would be the little dance sister who called the wind and rain.

Passing through the farmland, there is a village in front of it, the village is not big, there are hundreds of households, with a wooden fence around the village in a circle, the village looms smoke, occasionally the dog smells the smell of the living approaching, is barking incessantly, adding a bit of noise.

At the entrance of the village, there are many people gathered, including many teenagers of the same age as Yang Ming and the others, and of course, accompanied by their parents.

At the entrance of the village, a table sits an old man in his sixties, and a plaque hangs on the arch with the words Shrek Academy.

In front of the font, there is also a green avatar, which looks like the head of a humanoid monster, green and green, looking a little cute, that is, the legendary Shrek monster.

Slime, Yang Ming knows that there will be monsters in the novice village of domestic online games.

As for Shrek, this monster is fresh.

Yang Ming had almost visited all the famous colleges in Soto City yesterday, and now when he came to Shrek Academy, he found that this place was really shabby.

Not to mention that there are no flowers at the door, and there is not even a decent school gate, which can only be described in two words: shabby.

Seeing this, Xiao Wu was confused.

"Brother, we shouldn't have come to the wrong place, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like an academy."

Obviously, these parents who came early also had the same questions as Xiao Wu.

"Is there any mistake, is this the so-called Soul Master Academy, or is it an academy that claims to be able to become an Imperial Viscount after graduation?"

Hearing the mother's speech, Yang Ming rolled his eyes.

As the saying goes, the mouth of the sales, the ghost of deception.

What's more, if Shrek Academy doesn't publicize it like this, how many people are willing to come to this ghost place?

This kind of thing can be understood by just thinking about it.

Soon, there were parents in front of them who immediately exploded because of the registration fee, and there was a lot of noise, as if they were in a vegetable market.

"Shut up!"

Suddenly, a strong momentum erupted from the old man.

A rich red light diffused from the old man's body, and a long stick with countless fine lines appeared in his right hand, and the most surprising thing was that a total of six soul rings rose from under his feet.

One white, one yellow, three purple, one black!

This is actually a Soul Emperor-level powerhouse above level sixty!

Suddenly, the parents and teenagers who were still noisy just now closed their mouths, strength is the best pass, they at least understand that they should have at least a sense of awe in the face of the strong.

There were thousands of horses at the scene, and the old man's face was not shocked, and he looked like he had already seen it, but his tone was a little cold.

"I don't care what kind of identity you have, and I don't care how talented your children are, I only have one requirement, when you come to our Shrek Academy, you must abide by the rules set by our Shrek Academy."

"Otherwise, please let me go!"

said something domineering and awe-inspiring.

Of course, the old man also talked about the confidence of these words, after all, even in the entire Barak Kingdom, the sixty-level Soul Emperor was one of the few powerhouses.

Parents and students fell silent.

After some ideological struggle, many parents left with their children, reluctant to spend the ten gold soul coins tested, of course, because the child's age did not meet the standards of Shrek Academy.

You can't be over thirteen years old!

Soul power must be at least level 21!

These two points alone are enough to keep most people out.

There were a lot of people in front of him all of a sudden, and soon it was Yang Ming's turn.

Dai Mubai naturally noticed this young man early on, after all, it was still rare to see someone who could break through his defenses in the realm of the Great Soul Master.

There was no imaginary hostility at all, Dai Mubai bowed slightly towards Yang Ming, his eyes were full of war, and said:

"I'm looking forward to seeing you join the Academy."

"Definitely."

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, Yang Ming threw the ten Golden Soul Coins he had prepared into the wooden box and stretched out his hand.

The old man pinched it, and found that there was no problem, so he said:

"Show your martial spirit."

A flash of golden light converged in Yang Ming's hand, and a strange weapon appeared, like a sword but not a sword, like a knife but not a knife.

There was disappointment in the old man's eyes, just the awakening weapon martial soul could not satisfy him, what he wanted was a monster genius!

However, that's not all.

Yang Ming completely urged his soul power, his left hand spread out, and a ball of green lotus earth heart fire appeared in his palm, and the moment it appeared, a scorching high temperature continued to release heat to the surroundings.

The old man was slightly shocked.

But that's not the most surprising thing for him.

The moment the first black soul ring appeared under Yang Ming's feet, the old man's face was shocked.

"Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?"

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