"I said, my son obviously has a grade B blood root test at home, how did he become a grade C here, and he was almost kicked out. It turned out to be a ghost made by a blood drum. Master Mo, you have to explain this matter to us clearly. "There is a certain family that is not happy anymore.

"It's absolutely fake, my grandson is at least a grade C blood root, and he actually became unqualified in the first test and was kicked out. Master Mo, we strongly request that the drum be changed and retested. Your blood drum is so fake, a person with zero blood roots will crack it when he touches it. Do it all over again......" Suddenly, the relatives and friends who had brushed it down before, and those who did not give up shouted.

"Shady, there must be shady. ”

"Is it that Hall Master Mo deliberately did this, for the convenience of some people. ”

"Check, you have to check. We strongly urge the leadership of the hospital to come forward and investigate this matter thoroughly. ”

Suddenly, tens of thousands of people shouted in unison, and the sound shook like thunder.

"Fart, fart, this is the regular blood drum of our college, how can it be a fake? Mo Liu was angry, and his face turned green.

"No, I'll have to test again. Otherwise, we have to petition collectively. The crowd began to surge, and they all crowded towards the selection site.

"That's right, please come out and speak!" someone shouted.

"What are you doing, this is the place where the Fire Emperor Academy selects talents, not a vegetable market. What kind of system is the noisy and shouting. Change the drum and re-test. At this moment, a majestic voice came from the inner courtyard.

"Yes, yes, the subordinates will do it immediately, and they will change it immediately. Mo Liu was frightened, and he didn't expect to alarm the number two person in the college, Executive Vice President Jin Zhongding.

"Hmph, I can't do this little thing, I think you, the hall master, are also at the end of the selection. Jin Zhongding's blood was dense, and his words made Mo break out in a cold sweat. He shouted, "Change the drums, change the drums, bring the 'flowing gold drum', move over." ”

"Ah, the Golden Drum. Hall Master, that drum has not been allowed to be used for a long time. The inheritance has been passed down for dozens of generations. It is one of the Academy's most original ancestral drums to test the blood root. One of the instructors was startled and hurriedly came over and said.

"Why is there so much nonsense, move! move! move! This is to test the blood root, and it is not used as a weapon to fight a war. "Mo Liu was almost hysterical, the old guy was going crazy.

Soon, four people rushed forward carrying a golden drum with dazzling golden light. The diameter of this drum is enough to be a square circle, and it is densely covered with some circles and dots. The rings used to test the blood root index are all made up of some black pockmarks like black jade.

It is said that such pockmarks can make the blood root finger sperm test accurate to 12 in 100. For example, at 41.35 decibels, the original blood drum is accurate to a single digit at most. And this golden drum can be divided into a hundred points.

"This is the oldest and most authoritative blood drum 'Golden Drum' in our college. It is made by polishing a whole piece of gold ore. The drum surface covered with it is made of the skin of the Celestial Eagle. It's a half-spirit blood drum. Needless to say, the value is at least hundreds of millions of inferior blood crystal coins. However, this is not for sale, and it is one of the symbols of our Fire Emperor Academy. Mo Liu introduced, looked around again, and said, "Now you believe it, right?"

"Believe it, let's retest. Someone shouted.

"Li Yu. Second Class Bloodline...... As I said, is the test index the same. It's just a little more precise. Mo Liu sneered.

One by one, the relatives and friends who regained hope finally lost their heads, because the re-test did not give their grandchildren and sons the opportunity to enter the academy to cultivate.

"Boy, is it your turn?" Hall Master Mo was definitely grinding his teeth, if there were no others here, I am afraid that Hall Master Mo would have pounced on Ye Jun and devoured Ye Jun alive.

Call you to make trouble, let you make trouble, I am the most troublemaker......

This guy tried to stay calm, but. The slightly twitching lips betrayed his psyche.

"Huh. Ye Juntian glanced at Mo Liu, strode forward, stretched out his hand and pressed it, and shouted in his mouth, "Everyone, please see clearly, boy, I pressed it gently." If anything really happens then, I can't blame the boy. ”

Airplanes......

This time, there was a reaction, and the drum surface of the flowing golden drum actually jumped. There was a dull buzzing sound. As Ye Juntian's palm was firm, the drum surface actually trembled violently as if he was afraid of the cold.

It was as if someone was striking with a hammer, and there was a constant buzzing sound.

And, the frequency is getting faster and faster.

Hall Master Mo was dumbfounded, and everyone was dumbfounded. Hall Master Mo's heart was in his throat. Don't worry, I'm afraid of exploding.

Boom!

The last thing that Hall Master Mo wanted to see happened again.

"Boy, you are simply a disaster star, a broom star, a bane, give me a stick to beat it out, beat it out!" Hall Master Mo's voice trembled violently, his tone was not light, and his face was greener than Xiao Heizi's zombie.

Master Mo's heart is bleeding, and now all the year's salary has to be pasted. Moreover, how to explain to the top management of the academy is the most headache.

Feel distressed, worry about it, fight with the master, it won't hurt you!

Ye Juntian sneered in his heart and shouted, "This drum has nothing to do with me, boy, it broke by itself." You don't like the kid here, I'll just leave right away. It doesn't make sense for you to beat people indiscriminately, doesn't it?"

As soon as Ye Juntian finished speaking, he flew away, and a stone weighing several thousand catties kicked him and flew a few miles away, knocking down a big tree.

"That's right, you can't hit people indiscriminately. The drum broke by itself. Many people from the group of relatives and friends were a little sympathetic to Ye Juntian and shouted.

"How could an ordinary person with a zero bloodline test damage the half-spirit tool drum left by your ancestors? An elder touched his chin and shouted.

In fact, Ye Juntian himself is also full of confusion. Just now, before I had time to touch it, the drum actually sounded by itself. And the more I shivered as if I was afraid of the cold, the more I shivered, and finally the vibration was too strong to crack on its own.

What the hell is going on?

Could it be that my bloodline is really grounded, and even the golden drum can't withstand the pressure of this leyline, and I am scared.

"I broke the drum and wanted to leave, boy, do you think there is such a good thing in the world? Mo Liu was so angry that he was a little incoherent. The old guy grabbed all his hair and turned it into a bird's nest.

Two deacons came up with iron rods.

"Whoever dares to hurt my young master, I will fight for my life with you. Li Jing stepped forward, the same as King Kong.

"Hehe, it's getting more and more lively. Zheng Sanshao said with a smile.

"It's strange, Sanshao, how could that drum crack by itself. Fang Xiliu looked confused.

"Yes, half-spirited tools. It's still an ancestral drum, don't say that Ye Juntian touched it and cracked it. Even if this kid directly hits with a big hammer, it is impossible to crack it open. That's a half-spirit device. Hong Biao touched his head and didn't understand.

"I don't know, hell. Zheng Sanshao said angrily.

"I want this kid. Just as everyone was in turmoil, a weak voice sounded.

Everyone looked sideways, and from the gate of the academy came a short old man with unkempt hair, a yellow face, a sickly face, and a face crisscrossed with scars, which looked like he would cry in fright, and walked a little shaky. It seemed to be his voice.

"What are you, get back to me. This recruitment is a big deal, it is to select talents for the academy, do you understand? This is the great and sacred cause of our selection hall, when will it be your turn to recruit people as a bad old man? I really don't understand the rules at all, I see that you are also an internal staff member of the academy, rules, what are the rules, understand?" Mo Liu is really angry, today it seems that he is the master of the selection hall is not up to the matter, and anyone can come out and insert a lever.

"They called me 'cold nights'. The old man looked blank and said.

"The night is cold, the hall master is still 'cold'? Who are you, what qualifications do you have to meddle in the recruitment affairs, get out!"

"I'm an ironworker. A few days ago, a disciple who burned the fire quit. Missing a bellows. This kid has no blood roots, just now I saw that he seems to have a brute force, one foot can kick thousands of pounds of stones, enough to pull the bellows. It also takes skill to pull the bellows, and it's key to both endurance and durability......," says Night Cold.

"Less verbose, a bunch of rubbish. Stop, stop!" "Hall Master Mo was even more angry, and he waved his hand fiercely.

"You're a subordinate of the Armory Hall, aren't you called Ye Leng?" asked an examiner.

"Hmm. "The night is still cold.

"Night...... Cold...... Blacksmith ...... Cold Night...... The cold night of striking iron......" Mo Liu's mouth repeated these words, the old guy's body suddenly shuddered, he glanced at Ye Leng heavily, and asked, "Are you ...... Cold nights?"

"Is there any one with the same name in the academy?" Ye Leng didn't even look at him.

"Is it the 'Night Cold' master?" At this moment, a voice came from the door, and an old adult man wearing a pale gold robe with an extraordinary face walked out.

"Hello Vice Dean Wan. "The mentors all greeted him, this person 'Wan Liang', one of the vice deans of the Fire Emperor Academy, and he is also the youngest vice president of the Fire Emperor Academy. He is only in his early thirties this year, and he has actually reached the realm of Heavenly Martial Arts, and his cultivation qualifications are definitely the likes of geniuses in the world.

Although Wan Liang said that his merit and qualifications were the lowest among all the vice presidents, he was also the youngest.

Which vice-president is not a man of forty or fifty years old. It is not uncommon to be 100 years old, but Wan Liang is only in his early thirties, a super potential stock. Therefore, he was exceptionally promoted to the vice president of the college.

"Xiao Wanzi, now he is the vice president. Hahaha......" Ye Leng suddenly laughed a few times, then coughed violently, and soon, he instantly returned to a sick face.

"Senior, the kid is polite. Wan Liang bowed deeply towards the night cold. It was definitely a very reverent bow and not a show.

"Are you the predecessor of the 'No. 1 person in Qingzhou' in the past?" someone in the crowd shouted excitedly.

"Ah, the night cold senior, it's the night cold senior. The crowd erupted.

"Ye Leng senior, Ye Leng Master, Master ......" There was a wave of sound waves on the square, and one wave after another overshadowed it, it seems that this Ye Leng has become a hero who has returned triumphantly.

"Is Ye Leng so famous?" Ye Juntian turned his head and asked Li Jing. (To be continued.) )