Three months later, outside the Jingling Court, outside the Zhuwa Gate at the South Gate, there was a long queue of students who came to the assessment, and a team of Grim Reapers, dressed in death overlord suits, were maintaining order. At the front of the line, several instructors from the Mao Spiritual Academy used instruments to measure the age and spiritual pressure of the students.

Today, such a scene, the four gates of the Jingling Court will appear.

No one can resist the temptation of becoming a god of death, especially the civilians of Wandering Soul Street, who have lived a hard life for decades, even if they know that they have no spiritual pressure, they still line up for the assessment with one in ten thousand hopes. As a result, there are a large number of people who participate in the assessment every year, which also increases the burden on the instructors in charge of the assessment.

Zhang Han didn't expect that there would be so many people who came to the assessment, and when he arrived outside the south gate, he could only line up in the second half of the line.

Feared by the majesty of death, although there were many people, no one dared to make a loud noise, and at most they whispered to their companions before and after. Most of the words are 'How many times have you taken the test?' ''Are you sure?'' ''Can it be done this year?'' Something like that.

There are also some staring at the Grim Reaper who maintains order with red eyes, discussing with each other which is more handsome and which is more stylish......

Name, Zhang Han

Stamina, 151

Power, 170

Dexterity, 155

Intelligence, 149

Spiritual pressure, Level 2

Special attributes, none

Special Item, Sen Luo Wan (Slashing Knife)

Special skill, Crescent Sky Rush

The crescent moon celestial chong absorbs the spirit children around the body, and combines its own spiritual pressure to release a half-moon-shaped slash, increasing its attack power by two times.

Thanks to the battle with Xuan three months ago, in the past three months, most of Zhang Han's attributes have exceeded 150, and only his intelligence is 149, causing his spiritual pressure level to remain at the second level. However, the self-created skill Crescent Sky Rush was included in the attribute interface, and the attribute interface in front of me was finally not as shabby as it was at the beginning!

Spiritual pressure, first class, age, seventy-seven years old, not passed!

Spiritual pressure, third class, age, one hundred and five years old, permission to pass!

Spiritual pressure, none, not passed!

……

The instructor of the assessment helplessly glanced at those who had no spiritual pressure but always wanted to fish in troubled waters, sighed, and lazily stared at the instrument in front of him.

Just lined up, moving forward little by little like a snail...... It wasn't until the sun was about to set that it was finally Zhang Han's turn.

The left hand is placed on the age-testing instrument, and the right hand is placed on the spiritual pressure testing instrument.

"Age, twenty-six years old, spiritual pressure level, level two, permission to pass."

After waiting for a whole day, just to stand in front of the instrument for more than ten seconds, Zhang Han was also drunk, rolled his eyes helplessly, and followed an instructor to those alternate students.

Yes, alternate!

To become a student of the official Mao Spiritual Academy, you have to go through the second round of assessment. As for what the rules of the assessment are, Zhang Han doesn't know, so he can only wait and see what happens.

It didn't take long for the preliminary examination to be completed, and Zhang Han and the students who passed the preliminary examination followed the instructor to the Zhenyang Spiritual Academy.

In an empty martial arts arena, there were four or five hundred students gathered, and these people were the total number of students who passed the preliminary examination this year.

Everyone stood quietly in the center of the martial arts arena, and the students whose names were called walked into the hall not far away. The closed door blocked everyone's view and made it impossible to see what was going on inside.

However, it is still easy for everyone to tell who is in the exam and who is not.

Those who passed, one by one, were elated, with their nostrils facing the sky, and those who did not pass lowered their heads and wept secretly.

After a long time, when there were less than one-third of the students left in the scene, Zhang Han heard his name. He took a deep breath and followed the instructor into the hall.

In the hall, a very old teacher squinted at Zhang Han who walked in with his hands behind his back, and waited until Zhang Han came close before he asked, "Is the sword on your waist your own?" ”

"Yes" Zhang Han held the scabbard with his left hand and responded nervously.

"Pull it out and inject it into the spiritual pressure."

Zhang Han slowly pulled out the forest according to the order, and the spiritual power on his body poured into the knife, and in an instant, the dark red knife body was wrapped with blood-red blades, flashing and flickering.

"Alright, permission to pass!" The old teacher smiled and said, "Congratulations, you have become a student of the Mao Spiritual Academy, please continue to work hard and strive to become a god of death after graduation." ”

Nani?

That's passed?

Isn't it supposed to be a real PK, a group PK or something? No matter how bad it is, you should also make a comparison, is it really good to pass it so easily?

Zhang Han looked at the old teacher with a confused expression, his eyes were full of 'Are you kidding me?' 's look.

"You're only twenty-six years old, but you have a spiritual pressure that is close to the third level, and you have condensed the Slashing Sword without studying, and you have great potential for future growth. The above is the reason why I gave it through. ”

seemed to see what Zhang Han was thinking, and the old teacher patiently explained.

Zhang Han couldn't help but touch the tip of his nose, buddy knows that he is not a mortal, but I will feel embarrassed if you praise him so bluntly.

"Okay, follow the instructor over there, and he'll take you to the dormitory." The old teacher nodded to the left-hand side and said, "Remember to get your ID card and school uniform." ”

"Thank you."

Zhang Han bowed to the old teacher and walked out of the door behind the teacher next to him.

Similar to the ancient society, there were very few high-rise buildings in the entire Jingling Court, and the same was true of the Zhenyang Spiritual Academy where Zhang Han is now. The whole college occupies a very large area, and there is a hill behind it, and as far as the eye can see, the lush trees and tender green branches and leaves are fluttering in the wind.

As soon as he walked out of the martial arts arena, the young instructor suddenly remembered something, stopped his figure, turned his head and asked, "Considering that some students have to practice family secret skills in addition to studying, the academy has prepared two kinds of dormitories for you freshmen, single room and double room, which one do you choose?" ”

"Single."

Although it has been more than half a year since he came to the Corpse Soul Realm, Zhang Han still feels out of place in this world. Different cultures, different customs, and different languages remind him all the time that he is just a traveler, a passerby, and may leave a bright footprint, but it is definitely not a destination.

Based on this, Zhang Han subconsciously was full of vigilance and defensiveness against the people and things around him, if it weren't for this, it would be impossible not to even make friends for more than half a year.

Hearing the answer, the young instructor nodded, and took Zhang Han all the way around and around, and finally came to the door of the dormitory. handed Zhang Han the key, identity tag and school uniform, and instructed him to gather at the martial arts arena just now tomorrow morning, and then turned around and left.

When you open the dormitory door, you will see a small single dormitory, with a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a small toilet in the innermost part.

"It's not bad, it's much better than the thatched hut I lived in for half a year."

Zhang Han has always thought that he is a person who is at ease with what he encounters, he doesn't have much desire to enjoy, and he doesn't have any ambition to become stronger.

……

The next day, the freshmen gathered in the martial arts arena and listened to the instructors read their names aloud.

As is customary, one class is an elite class, and the other classes are ordinary classes.

Most of the elite classes are children of the nobility, and the remaining small part are the so-called 'genius students' with high spiritual pressure, and these students are the objects that the academy devotes most of its resources to focus on cultivating. As for the ordinary class, the treatment is a notch lower than that of the elite class.

Unfortunately, Zhang Han was placed in the second class, which is the ordinary class. For this kind of trivial matter, Zhang Han doesn't care much in his heart, he has everything, and there will be infinite possibilities in the future, even if there is no awesome teacher to teach, Zhang Han believes that he will not be weak.

After the class was divided, Zhang Han followed the instructor of the second class to receive his own shallow beating.

The original form of the Slashing Knife has infinite growth possibilities, and the user injects spirit, consciousness and soul into it, and after a long time of dialogue and resonance, it can finally grow into the only Slashing Knife of his own.

The standard shallow fight that Zhang Han received belonged to the academy's lease, and if he couldn't evolve into a sword before graduation, he had to return it to the academy, and after joining the Thirteenth Team of the Protector and becoming the Grim Reaper, the team would reissue the shallow fight.

Zhang Han has his own slashing sword, and the reason why he still has to receive a shallow fight is just to study what is so peculiar about this primitive slashing knife.

After all, the more than 6,000 Grim Reapers' hands of the entire Thirteenth Guardian Team are holding this thing, and it can also evolve into a strange slashing knife, I have to admit that the shallow fight is definitely a divine object.