Sima Zhe and Bai Mei got out of class and walked on the road. Bai Mei said, today is the college club day, let's all go and see what interesting clubs there are. Apparently the freshmen did not know the purpose of these societies.

There are a lot more clubs than in previous years. They are all owned by royalty and royal families, as well as some sects.

There are royal families under the royal family, they are not all royal blood, most of them are just because of their strong strength, in the frontier war has made immortal military achievements, the royal family in recognition of their outstanding dedication, they are divided into the frontier, let them expand the territory. Of course, these kings also want to get a piece of the pie in the Spirit Academy. Find some talents to maintain their fiefdoms, so they also cultivated some of their own institutions in the Spirit Academy to attract talents. That's why there are more and more of these associations.

For Sima Zhe, or which one he chooses, it has no impact on his future.

Of course, the strong ones don't worry about no one to win them over, but if the strength is not good, they want to squeeze their heads and want to enter these clubs.

In fact, the so-called College Club Day is the name of the College Gang. The academy is actually an institution that has the state to cultivate talents, and as long as you are obedient to the royal family, you can go far. If you are not under the royal authority, it is estimated that you will not be able to get close to the stronger path.

Behind each community is a very powerful force, of course, the most powerful force is the royal family, but the clansmen under the royal family are cultivating their own strength. The strongest of them is, of course, the Prince's Eight Poles. It is said that they cultivated their own strength, sparing no expense, and bought countless elixirs, mystical spiritual dossiers, and dark iron steel from the black market to improve the strength of their subordinates. As for his purpose, it is self-evident.

Obviously, everyone in the academy wants to join this Eight Pole Gate, but for the Eight Pole Gate, not every student in the academy is qualified, they must be worthy of the Eight Pole Gate's heavy money to cultivate.

Sima Zhe saw that there were many horizontal bars, and there were many stalls on the road, setting up countless slogans, what a thousand changes, popular all over the world, water fairies and the like.

A young man suddenly walked up to Sima Zhe's person and said, You are the Sima Zhe with the talent of Sword Purple?

Sima Zhe said, yes, I'm Sima Zhe!

The young man hurriedly said, join our Fire Gate Society, although it is not as powerful as the Eight Extremes Gate, but we have a way, we will find the most suitable spiritual power exercise for you. Cooperate with your spiritual magic to make it even more powerful.

Bai Mei said to Sima Zhe, if you want to join the club, of course, you must participate in the strongest Baji Gate.

Sima Zhe said, is it necessary? I already have a teacher, and there is an additional club, I'm afraid I won't be able to play!

Bai Mei knew that Sima Zhe had a little meaning to Bai Lu, so she said, Do you want to become stronger? My sister doesn't like people who are weaker than her, and if you want to become stronger than my sister, there are many more ways.

Sima Zhe listened to that, Sima Zhe said, but I heard that Bajimen is a well-known ruthless club. I'm afraid that Sima Zhe will also suffer from it and become ruthless.

Bai Mei said, isn't this very right? People don't die for themselves, and if you don't fight for a little bit of something for yourself, you're sorry for yourself.

The club has spent money for you, and it's normal for you to do some work for the club.

Sima Zhe refused the invitation of the young man in front of him, and went to the registration office of the Baji Gate with Bai Mei. The registration office of the Baji Gate is full of people, and there is a long queue of old people, and they are almost at the door.

However, the method of selecting talents in the Bajimen is fast, they are two people fighting, and the one who wins continues to fight to see how many games he can win.

All of a sudden, it was Sima Zhe's turn, and the people of the club asked to sign a life and death certificate, and it was irresponsible to kill or maim them. At this time, Sima Zhe panicked, and the pen in his hand shook uncertainly. Probably because he knew that he didn't have much strength, he had just reached the spiritual realm, he had just learned to condense spiritual power, and he hadn't learned too much spiritual art.

Bai Mei said, if you're afraid of death, forget it.

When Sima Zhe heard this, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and sign this life and death certificate.

In front of Sima Zhe was a tall strong man, he was wearing pitch-black steel armor, holding a spear in both hands, and he had already won dozens of games on the ranking list of the Baji Gate, probably because of his armor, he was not injured at all, and he looked particularly tough.

Before the competition began, the tough guy on the opposite side poked a spear, and the defenseless Sima Zhe had to dodge.

The people around him, coaxed and said, Karakuri is unique, Karakuri is unparalleled,

Bai Mei said that it turned out to be a skillful matchless, no wonder it was our turn so soon.

Sima Zhe didn't know what was going on, and only escaped in the dodge to get a glimmer of life.

In fact, Sima Zhe can completely surrender, so he can also retreat with his whole body. But if he had already had the will to surrender, he would not have signed a life and death certificate.

Sima Zhe was able to escape under the skillful spear every time, thanks to his perennial iron-striking skills. However, every time Karaknik misses, his hatred for Sima Zhe increases.

Karakuri Wushuang finally couldn't help it, he knotted his handprint, and shouted, Wushuang cannon! With a bang, he turned the spear in his hand into a small machine cannon, and the machine gun was connected to his puppet spirit glove, and Karakuri Wushuang casually fired a cannon in the direction of Sima Zhe, Sima Zhe bent down and dodged. However, the surrounding crowd had no time to dodge, and many people died here.

Sima Zhe looked at the passers-by who fell to the ground one after another, thinking that if he didn't stop him, this guy would definitely be going to blow up.

Sima Zhe's mind tumbled over all the knowledge he had learned, only the cold ice palm of the master!

At this time, while Sima Zhe was escaping, he recalled the handprint taught to him by Master Muzi, and his ingenuity was unmatched, regardless of the three-seven-twenty-one, and he hit Sima Zhe indiscriminately.

Bai Mei looked in his eyes, and some sweat broke out on his head. I also feel that I am not his opponent, and I can fight for so long, and my spiritual power is not under me.

At this time, Karakuri Wushuang clasped his hands together and shouted Wushuang machine gun, and he snorted. The mecha on his body turned into countless guns, and they had guns everywhere in the direction of three hundred and sixty degrees, and before everyone could react, this guy wanted to shoot. At this time, the people at the registration office immediately jumped out, pressed their handprints on the floor, and a wall rose on the ground, enclosing the battle area of Sima Zhe and Karakuri.

Obviously, Sima Zhe couldn't hide this time. Don't say that he can't hide, if it weren't for the earth-based spiritual magic at the registration office, even the passers-by who were watching would not be able to escape their doom.

Bai Mei thought to himself, it seems that he will do less things in the future. Otherwise, even his own life will be lost. The challenge of the Baji Gate to Sima Zhe is still a little higher.

In the wall, there were bursts of gunfire, booming and rumbling, and it took a long, long time. Finally stopped. The people at the Baji Gate registration office removed the wall. I only saw smoke and dust billowing out, bullet casings rolling on the ground, the wind blew, and three figures loomed.

The people at the registration office, unable to wait, shouted with a handprint, He, a strong wind blew.

I saw a cute girl, a giant man in armor, and Sima Zhe.