After all the students fell to the ground in the morning and couldn't get up again, Doudou, who had no sense of guilt, prepared for the afternoon class and went straight to the holiday, after all, the students fell to the ground, and as a teacher, he dragged them to class, which was inhumane. Isn't it.

So after Doudou slowly finished his lunch in the teacher's cafeteria, which was almost empty, he wandered to the vicinity of the fourth-grade physical arts department class taught by Keer, and casually pulled a student to ask for Keer's location. After burping, Beanie led Carter towards the Department of Physical Arts, as if ignoring the strange eyes of the young man who was dragged by him behind him for questioning.

Doudou has long been surprised by this kind of look, and I don't know how many earth-shattering things Ke'er has done, almost everything that has to do with her can make these teenagers and girls who are always ready to save the world, silent as a cicada. Ke'er, Ke'er, what the hell did you do......

Politely knocked on the door of the fourth-year physical arts department, it was already class time, so there were only one or two teenagers passing by occasionally in the corridor, I don't know if it was because of skipping class or because of skipping class. The originally noisy Dead Soul Specialist gradually quieted down.

"Bang !!"

The gate slammed into the wall like a piece of wood carried by a strong wind, kicking up dust on the ground. Originally, I was sitting in what could be called a large classroom. The students were stunned, either careless, drowsy, or attentive.

Doudou naturally retracted his right foot and walked in with a sheep in his hand.

Standing at the front of the classroom, Kerr's eyes flashed with coldness, and his eyes swept over like sharp daggers. Then I saw a yellow sheep with a pair of coquettish pink horns. A dirty strip of cloth was handed to her, and a word drifted into her ear.

"I'll leave this to you, I'll do something. ”

Beanie floated away, not taking a cloud with them

Carter blinked innocently with those eyes open, and then opened a sheep's mouth,

"Meow~~~~"

The classroom was silent for five seconds, until Doudou disappeared at the end of the hallway, and everyone guessed the reaction

Wow!!!

The whole classroom was boiling.

"Damn!! what kind of person is this!

"How can we save face!! ”

"Why, do you know how to hang your family like this!!

"What the hell! Who the hell is this!!"

“......”

Young people are all fun-loving, hot-blooded and young and frivolous, and the mentor named Feng Keke in front of them has the same age as them but has the strength they need to look up to, and he is still a beauty. Well, the most important thing is to be a beauty. You can't expect how many girls there are in the Department of Physical Arts, let alone beautiful teachers, some of them have graduated and probably haven't seen a female tutor.

Such a powerful, mysterious, beautiful, and very suitable mentor for their age was actually kicked in the door, and after kicking the door, he left without an explanation, can this be endured? ! This can't be tolerated!! so the students are excited.

"Find out this kid! Lao Tzu is going to kill him!" said a big man with a muscle dragon with a whole body of 1.9 meters and a red face slapped urn.

"Kill him, kill him!!" is a guy who is afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

"Hey, anal him, anal him. This is one of the few female students in the Department of Physical Arts, wearing glasses with a gloomy face, with a weird smile on the corner of her mouth, and that gloomy aura suddenly made all the boys within half a meter of her tighten

“......”

"Shut up and get on with the lessons. ”

Ke'er came back to her senses and said lightly, and the excited teenagers and girls suddenly quieted down with an inexplicable tremor all over their bodies. Kerr continued to lecture as if nothing had happened, but unlike just now, in addition to the frog lying on her head, there was a sheep lying on the stool next to her, a yellow sheep, and a pair of angry pink horns on her head.

At this time, Doudou didn't understand how much uproar he had caused just now, and of course he wasn't in the mood to understand, now he was on the fifth floor, that is, the upstairs of the class where Ke'er was class, and it was different from the four floors below.

There are not so many classrooms on the fifth floor, only one classroom, which is about the same size as the classroom below, and the rest is occupied by libraries, cafeterias, martial arts arenas, training grounds, etc., etc., etc., etc., and countless functional classrooms.

It's like a small Dead Soul Specialist, and you don't have to go downstairs to do anything, as if the entire floor is for the classroom deep in the functional classroom.

This is where Ling Xixiang stays - fifth grade.

Although the students of the Necrons are accustomed to calling people on this level the fifth grade, and when they talk about the fifth grade, they still have an inexplicable expression on their faces, but there is no fifth grade in the establishment of the Necrons.

There are four grades in total, and each grade is divided into: Gun and Arrow, Physical Arts, Swords, Guns, Medical, Magic, and Special Abilities. Although the name is this one, it only puts the name of the more representative weapon of each department through it.

For example, the gun and arrow department, this is a department, and nine out of ten people are holding hands (the remaining one is the wonder of Nuoguo), that is, the ability of the Horcrux is a long-range physical person. It doesn't have to be a gun or a bow and arrow, you have to hold a stone, you have to say that you are long-range, you have to enter the gun and arrow system, and no one will stop you.

And the so-called fifth grade has nothing to do with these, and they are not even called fifth grade. They had also been students in Years 1 to 4, and they had studied in various grade departments like everyone else, and then they were selected for this floor.

Of course, there are conditions for wanting to enter the fifth grade, otherwise it will not be the whole Dead Soul Specialty, but the number of people selected for the fifth grade can only make up one class.

The first of these conditions is that each class will be first place (each department will be divided into one to four classes according to the number of people)

Now you probably know why everyone mentions fifth grade with such wonderful expressions.

The first must be the first place.

The second is that the score must be thrown off the second place five streets. What is Wutiao Street, that is, in the face of the second place in this class, you can kill it with one hand, so congratulations, whether it is a duel with the second place, nothing to find fault with, in short, you can do anything, anywhere, kill it with one hand, and then the next day a mysterious person will come to inform you and let you go to the fifth floor to report

No matter which grade, no matter which class, which department, regardless of the status of men and women, if you can do these two, you can enter the fifth layer, this setting is the original system of the Grim Reaper, of course, the entire Dead Soul is also original in hell, so the Grim Reaper is not bad for this title.

So this so-called fifth grade, the threshold for entry must first be a genius among geniuses. They are very hanging, very hanging.

In hell, a person's strength basically depends on his age, the longer he lives, the greater his strength, and it is basically impossible to pretend to be a crossbow. Because this is the characteristic of the soul, the soul can only become thicker and purer through the accumulation of time.

A bunch of teenage boys, the hair has not grown, even if it starts to accumulate from the mother's womb, and no matter how witty the education is, it is impossible to be worthy of the adult gangster who has been mixed outside for a year (Keer, please ignore the alternative in the alternative). That's why Doudou always says that this school is idiotic.

However, a gangster who has been out for a year will definitely not be able to beat a warrior who has come out of the Dead Soul and is already thirty years old when he is thirty years old. This is also inevitable.

Yet fifth-graders, the geniuses of these geniuses, are able to do it. At the age of their teens, they had the strength that others had suffered for decades, and before they left school, they had the ability to compete with ordinary soldiers. This is what they can do as a fifth grade, and it is what they need to get into fifth grade.

But in the school archives, they are still students from grades 1 to 4, such as Ling Xixiang, she was notified to enter the fifth grade when she was in the second grade, so after two years her class graduated, she would also graduate, so the sooner he entered the fifth grade, the more terrifying his strength would be when he came out.

Even if you enter the fifth grade in the fourth grade, after staying in the fifth grade for a year, you can at least have a fight with the outside war master, but the person who can become a war teacher, after so many years, is naturally not comparable to the little child who has been in the school for a few years, at most, it is just you coming and going, life and death are combined, and the one who dies must be a student of the dead soul specialty.

But in just one year, he can go from an ordinary soldier to two levels in a row and fight against a war division. Maybe the strength of the Dead Soul Specialist can't be seen now, but after more than ten years, the students who went out will gradually mature, and the hideous side of this Dead Soul Specialty, which was first created in Hell, will be revealed in front of the various forces of Hell

Of course, these have nothing to do with Doudou. He's just a clinic, and recently he has a part-time side hustle, opening a bar

Doudou slowly walked to the deepest part of the corridor, thinking about it, Doudou did not kick the door arrogantly this time, it was not that he suddenly became good, but that it was not necessary, Ling Xixiang mentioned it once, there is no concept of class in the fifth grade.

From the outside, the fifth-grade that seems extremely mysterious is how to teach the class, where the teacher is sacred, and how to train the demons who are originally geniuses among geniuses are fundamentally wrong

Not to mention the tutors, they don't even have classes, the school gives them everything they can give, and then let them understand for themselves. The strength that is enough for them to enter the fifth grade is not something that the tutor can teach, and most of them still rely on their own comprehension.

The Dead Soul is just the perfect condition for them to grow.

"Squeak~~~~~"

The door of the most mysterious fifth grade of the Necron Soul was slowly opened by Doudou

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ps: Regarding the introduction between the strength levels, I mentioned it a little before and remembered, it was the episode of Ke'er's Violent Blood, she picked all the way from the lowest level to the self-level, but probably no one paid attention, so I rewrite it here. Ordinary Swordsman (Warrior, Magician, Medic) → Swordsman (ditto) → Swordsman (one more shield fighter and gladiator, not in this column for medical treatment, the others are the same as above) → Senior Swordsman (one more healer and gladiator and other swordsmen in the same swordsman's column) → Berserker, Sword God, Magister, Holy Healer, Senior Gladiator→ Berserk Spirit, Juggernaut, Wall of Guardians, Divine Power Fist, Holy Magician. That's pretty much it, and then this thing doesn't need to be remembered, in the future, most of the people around Doudou are different from these people, they are non-mainstream, and then their strength is probably at the level of the Sword Master, and they will be surpassed after a while, so I just wrote and played, in fact, it is not much use. The law of this novel, the level of strength or anything is not very important, so you don't have to take it seriously.