Looking at the shouting from the audience, Wen Twelve took a bucket of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth one by one, and watched the battle below with blank eyes like a child fighting.

After a moment, Wen Twelve snorted and thought about it.

It's been five years, and I've done a good job in this world, looking at Thorton's current growth, who knows how many more five years, if you can't do it, you have to spur him on.

Thinking of this, Wen Twelve made some kind of decision in his heart, and the next moment, Wen Twelve disappeared into the stands silently.

Early the next morning, Wen Twelve came to the Soto City Intermediate Soul Master Academy, and just as he walked to the door, two soul masters who were about eighteen or nine years old blocked Wen Twelve's way.

Seeing Wen Twelve's personable and extraordinary bearing, the two of them didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly asked.

"This junior, you're here to report at the academy, right? But you're late, and the registration for new students in the college has ended. ”

"Oh, really?"

Hearing the words of the two, Wen Twelve replied without waves, looking at what the two were about to say, Wen Twelve glanced at the two of them, and swaggered into the academy.

The two people who were left in a daze took a long time to come to their senses.

Entering the Soto City Intermediate Soul Master Academy, the opening ceremony has just ended, and the energetic students on the playground are being divided into classes.

Wen Twelve casually stopped one, inquired about the principal's office, and walked over.

"Bang bang."

In the company, an old man about 50 years old with a ruddy complexion, with a big belly, is playing an office romance with a 20-year-old flower girl.

Hearing the knock on the door, the old man went limp, and the two stopped their respective movements, and after the initial panic, anger flashed in the old man's eyes.

"Who is so bold as to disturb his own good deeds."

The old man straightened his collar and shouted to the door.

"Come in."

Wen Twelve pushed open the door and walked in, looking at the ruddy faces of the two people in the room, and the girl's hair was still a little messy, Wen Twelve nodded, showing a smiling expression, looking at the old man in front of him.

"This old man, he looks like he is in his 50s, I didn't expect it to be okay with this bite, can my body bear it?"

"Ahem, ahem."

Looking at Wen Txi's expression, the principal coughed a few times in embarrassment, then glanced at Wen Twelve, and said in a deep voice.

"This classmate, it's class time, what are you doing here?"

Hearing the headmaster's words, Wen Twelve looked at the rest of the room.

"What kind of class, I'm not a student of your academy, I came here to apply to be a teacher."

"Huh? Applying for a teacher? ”

The principal looked at Wen Twelve in front of him, except for being handsome, there is nothing special, so it can only be described as particularly handsome, in his early 20s, he is only in his 20s, he is only in his 20s, he is an intermediate soul master academy here, there is no shortage of that kind of teacher, but this kid dares to disturb his own good things, it is good to let him suffer a little, thinking of this, the principal's eyes rolled.

"No problem, but if you want to become a teacher at our Soto City Intermediate Soul Master Academy, you only need to hold a stick of incense in my hands, and if you can't do it, leave by yourself."

As if he was afraid that Wen Twelve would not agree, the principal provoked Wen Twelve with deep meaning.

"If you dare to apply for a teacher at a young age, your soul power should not be low."

The girl next to her, looking at the principal's appearance, also knew that he was deliberately making things difficult for Wen Twelve, and shook her head.

"It's a pity that this good look, if you change the headmaster to be happier, maybe you will be able to enter the academy, and there may be something else happening between yourself and him then, but now...... It's all in vain..."

"No problem, I promised, when will it start."

Seeing that Wen Twelve agreed, the principal showed that he had succeeded in his treacherous plan, and the principal stood up abruptly with his desk, and the fat on his body was shaken a few times by this violent action.

As the headmaster stood up, he instantly summoned his martial spirit, and a nine-toothed nail rake appeared in his hand.

At the same time, the five soul rings of yellow, yellow, purple, purple and black rose up on his body, and with the addition of the soul ring, the principal's momentum burst out in an instant, pressing towards Wen Twelve in the distance.

Looking at the principal's martial spirit, Wen Twelve couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"This kind of body, with a nine-tooth nail rake, is really a perfect match."

However, the strength of this old man also surprised Wen Twelve, the principal of an intermediate soul master academy can have 5 soul rings, which is already very good.

And the principal looked at Wen Twelve, who was unmoved in the face of his momentum, a little strange, is this guy unresponsive? Can't feel your momentum? Then he watched Wen Twelve suddenly climb up to the work, turned over, and walked over step by step in Wen Twelve's puzzled gaze.

Looking at the fat old man carrying a nine-tooth nail rake, with an unknown smile on his lips, Wen Twelve unconsciously took a step back.

"What does this old man want to do?"

Seeing that Wen Twelve finally retreated, the principal nodded with satisfaction, this is the right look, a little guy, dare to harm my good deeds, see if I don't press him to his knees and beg for mercy.

Looking at the old man who was getting closer and closer, Wen Twelve finally couldn't help it, a pair of purple pupils suddenly appeared in a circle of ripples, and nine red soul rings rose on his body in an instant.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Looking at Wen Txi's rising soul ring, the old man was so frightened that he retreated again and again, crashed into his work, and sat on the ground as soon as he fell.

"Sealed ...... Title Douluo. ”

"Poof!"

On the other side, the girl also felt that her legs were weak in an instant, and she fell to the ground.

The old man's eyes widened as he looked at Wen Twelve in front of him, and asked with a stammer.

"This ...... This... Bit......... Your Majesty, I'm ...... I ......"

Listening to his own inability to ask questions for a long time, the old man slapped himself in the face.

"Calm down, calm down."

Looking at the old man's strange appearance, Wen Twelve was a little puzzled.

"What are you doing? Slowly, what are you doing sitting on the ground? Get up and speak. ”

Hearing Wen Twelve's words, the old man quickly nodded.

"It's... Yes, yes, Your Majesty. ”

Keep trying to stand up, but you can't be looked down upon, stand up! Isn't it just a Title Douluo! Stand up.

But the legs that were already weak were not obedient.

"That's... Xiaojuan, come and help me! ”

The old man had no choice but to ask the girl around him for help.

"Headmaster, I... I... I can't stand up! ”

Xiao Juan replied with a trembling voice.

"Useless stuff!"

The headmaster glared at her fiercely.

Xiao Juan looked at the principal's equally trembling body, and could only be silent, who called him the boss.