Chapter Thirty-Seven: Shrek, whose painting style has collapsed!

When they came closer, Tang San and Xiao Wu both found that something was wrong, there were indeed a lot of people gathered at the entrance of the village, most of them were teenagers of the same age as them, and most of them were followed by their parents.

There was a table at the entrance of the village, and to Tang San and Xiao Wu's stunned, there was a plaque that looked a little tattered hanging on the arch made of wood at the entrance of the village, with five simple words engraved on it, Shrek Academy.

In front of these five words, there is also a green avatar that looks like the head of a humanoid monster. It's green, it's a little cute. The old man behind the table also wore a similar green round badge on his chest. It should be the school emblem of Shrek Academy.

"No, it won't." Xiao Wu jumped down from Tang San's back, looked at the plaque in surprise, and then looked back at Tang San, both of them were a little stunned in their hearts.

At this time, I saw two or five old men standing on the stage, and the picture was not too terrifying.

I saw five old strong men wearing grass skirts, bare sexy lines and curved muscles, and they were standing on the stage and dancing hula.

They were standing on the stage writhing wildly, feeling extremely good about themselves, but the people next to them were already pointing fingers.

Ha?

Seeing this scene, Tang San and Xiao Wu were instantly stunned.

What is this operation?

After a while, they finally stopped dancing, and at this time, a white-haired old man took the microphone and said loudly, "Welcome to Shrek Academy!" ”

"This is the best academy to achieve the legend of your life, you only need to pay a hundred gold soul coins to be able to apply for the exam here, how about it, does anyone want to apply for our school?" The white-haired old man assumed a proud posture and shouted loudly.

"This?"

"Did I open it the wrong way?" Tang San rubbed his eyes and looked at it again.

That's right, several teachers at Shrek Academy are dancing hula.

"This ...... This is what Master said about Shrek Academy? ”

"Little San, I think we should go back, I suddenly feel that Xiaoyaomen is very good." Xiao Wu said immediately.

Tang San smiled bitterly and said, "It's all here, let's take a look." ”

At this time, there were about hundreds of applicants in front of them, and many of them were frowning, obviously holding the same idea as Xiao Wu in their hearts.

"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?"

"This academy is really in tatters, and these teachers, are they sick in the brain!"

"Dad, I don't want to go to school here, it's a shame. I'd better go to the Soto Intermediate Soul Master Academy. Anyway, I was a genius when I was in junior college. ”

"Now that we're here, let's wait, maybe it's a test."

There were definitely a lot of similar conversations in the queue, and most of the teenagers and their parents had a deep disappointment on their faces.

Tang San's gaze didn't stay on these applicants for too long, his gaze looked at the front of the line, that is, the place where he registered, his eyes and hearing were raised under the effect of Xuantian Gong, and he could vaguely hear the conversation there.

"After seeing our welcome mode, do you really want to join our family? If you want, go there and pay the registration fee! The old man continued.

After finishing speaking, half of the people left here, and the remaining half of the people, none of them wanted to pay the money, and it seemed that they were all trying to wait and see.

At this time, the black-haired man stepped forward and said secretly: "Boss Fu, your method doesn't seem to work!" If we can't recruit students this year, our college will really go out of business! ”

"Wait, aren't there still half of them?" The white-haired old man said lightly.

At this time, the black-haired strong man said: "Boss, if you take it easy and ask for some ordinary disciples, I think there are still people willing to sign up, if you still only accept geniuses, I think you really can't recruit people this year." ”

The white-haired old man said lightly: "Wuji, have you forgotten the original intention of our school?" What is Shrek? Shrek is a monster, what we want to recruit is that kind of monster student, and everything else can be changed, but this is the only one, it must not be changed, people who can't be called monsters, it's impossible for me to let them enter Shrek Academy! ”

Zhao Wouji silently stepped back, and at this time, Flender shouted loudly again: "Our Shrek Academy is very good, I think everyone knows the graduation standards of our academy, you can't graduate if you don't become a Soul Sect, that is to say, as long as you send your child in, we will train him to become a Soul Sect and send him out!" ”

"Of course, it's not so easy to enter our Shrek Academy, you can only enter if you pass our approval, are you ready?" After Flender finished speaking.

There were many boos in the crowd.

"There are still requirements for this kind of broken school? At first glance, it is a pit person, and it is gone! ”

"Even if I become a soul sect, I don't want my son to suffer like this, let's go!"

"Hey, I thought Shrek Academy was a great academy, but I didn't expect it to be like this, it seems to be in vain!"

The crowd shook their heads and left.

At this time, only a third of the people remained.

"It seems that the people who stay are all people who want to apply for our Shrek Academy, okay, let's come and do the test!" Flender laughed.

At this time, a little boy came over tremblingly.

"Boy, unleash your martial spirit." Flender said lightly.

At this time, the little boy unleashed his martial spirit, and a scythe appeared in the air.

"Martial Soul Scythe, fifteenth-level soul master."

Flender shook his head at him.

Then a few more people came in quick succession, but none of them met the requirements.

At this moment, a child of about ten years old walked up, only to see that he was dressed in white, with golden hair, exuding the aura of this aristocracy, and a pair of eyes releasing evil light, looking very extraordinary.

I saw him walk up and instantly release his martial spirit, and suddenly, I only heard a tiger roar, and a golden light penetrated his body.

"Dai Mubai, Martial Soul Evil Eye White Tiger, Twenty-second Great Soul Master!"