"Dao Third Boss, you're fine, or let's make an appointment another day."

The head secretary of Sanjo stood on the side of Daosan, surrounded by nine classmates, including Liyue Ji and Xiguang, who had made an appointment to come to the training room to practice at this time today.

Although Dao San himself planned to rest for a while, simple training was already a habit for him.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

"Leave me alone."

On Michizo's side, Mitsui-san, who was previously detected as a minor in Dosan, now follows Daiwoona's instructions and is regarded as Hanyu Michizo's personal medical care.

Mitsui-san carried a large box, hurriedly stepped forward, and under the inexplicable gaze of a group of students, he began to dig out the equipment, and after a meal, he stared at the data on the box, "Mr. Daosan, there is nothing wrong with the test results, if you do further inspection, you need more sophisticated instruments." ”

"No, I'm fine."

Feeling like he was wasting resources, Dao San was also a little embarrassed.

Liyue Ji on the side looked sour, and looked at the younger brother of the other family, his own retainers were as good as wood.

Liyue turned her head to the side, only to find that Dawn was looking at Hanyu with a worried look.

Liyue Ji stood at the back of the line, her whole body shaking.

Xiguang, a bastard, has never been so kind to his sect master.

It's not that he doesn't care about people, it's just that he hasn't met the right person. ’

Liyue Ji endures her stomach and endures it, she has to endure the humiliation, she wants to expose the true face of Daosan, and complete a gorgeous reversal!

"Bang, pop!"

A loud sound came from a distance, and when a few people looked up, they saw a huge fireworks blooming in the starry sky.

"Wow, what a beautiful fireworks." Liyue Ji has some starry eyes.

Dao San felt that this fireworks seemed to be a little familiar, as if it was the new version of the fireworks of Sister Konghe's ship, Flower Crane No. 10086.

No way.

Sister Konghe hates death the most, and she pickles the pickles she pickles for them, and she can eat them for a while if she doesn't eat them again.

"Hey, the fireworks exploded, like a person dropped?"

"Damn, really!"

"We're too far away here to save it."

The fireworks exploded, and there was a figure in the deepest part of the fireworks, facing the ground, and fell down.

It's a little episode that looks like a show.

The group came to the training room with a smile and a smile, and at this point in time, there would generally be no one in the training room.

Again, the upper limit of the Grim Reaper is generally fixed after you are born in the Corpse Soul Realm.

The Grim Reaper's general spiritual pressure is increased by nature.

"So let's start with a quick step?"

Dao San tentatively opened his mouth, slashing fists and ghosts, he didn't want to train the slashing technique, and the instant step was still Daosan's weakness.

"Dao Third Boss, you decide, whatever you want to train, we just follow."

Three of a kind of waving hands, jokes, there are six or seven people here, which one is really here to train.

No kidding.

Here, apart from Liyue Ji's psychopath, and Jing Ling Xiguang's fool, who is not a marginal low-level nobleman.

Because someone in the family became a god of death, the strength of the family itself was still weak, so it was gradually not accepted by the aristocratic circle.

These people all want to take the Grim Reaper route with peace of mind.

The big guys are happy to accompany the prince to study, and report that Hanyu Michizo is happy, and after becoming the god of death, he plans to bring everyone one or two.

Sure enough, when the general secretary of Sanjo said this, several other passers-by and classmates also echoed it.

"Daosan-san." Xiguang suddenly spoke, and the gourd opened his mouth, attracting everyone's attention, "I have the weight of the Xia Dalu family here, about a ton, I feel that it will be very suitable for you." ”

Liyue Ji: (๑•̌.•̑๑)ˀ̣ˀ̣

it, there are dogs.

"Weight-bearing should not have much impact on instantaneous step cultivation." Dao San was a little puzzled, if it was really useful, he would have used it a long time ago.

Don't think about the Grim Reaper with mundane training methods, the essence of slashing fists and ghosts is the output and control of spiritual pressure.

Not the physical adaptation of mortals.

"No, Daosan, although weight-bearing has little effect on the speed improvement of instantaneous steps, it is very helpful for the micro-manipulation training of instantaneous steps, which will be very helpful for the creation of your mirror reversal."

"Yo Yo Yo, you understand again Classmate Xiguang."

The companions around him distanced themselves from the three general divisions in surprise.

Obviously, Dao San has a special sense of Xiguang, and Sanjo is attacking Xiguang at this time, what kind of madness is it.

Not only did Sanjo not care, but continued to speak in a mocking tone, "Dao San Boss doesn't need to pay attention to him, Xiguang is really crazy in cultivation, and he often engages in those strange things, which may not be suitable for us, let alone a genius like Dao San Boss." ”

Xiguang's hand clenched his fist fiercely, but then let go again.

He had suffered so much humiliation that the three words were nothing.

And the head secretary of Sanjo was not taken seriously by the light of the day, not so much humiliation, but rather showing his ignorance.

"Sanjo, in fact, I feel that what Xiguang said has some truth." Thinking about whether he was a little slapping Sanjo in the face, after all, Sanjo was also kind, Dao San spoke again, "Sanjo classmate, do you want to try it?" ”

The students around him who came with the same purpose as Sanjo almost couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh, Sanjo was really stupid.

Unexpectedly, when he heard Daosan's kind words, Sanjo actually climbed directly down the pole and said happily, "Okay, I'll try it too." ”

It's shameless, and now my companions are really starting to look down on this guy a little bit.

Only Mitsui-san, who was struggling to carry the equipment box beside Daosan, could see it clearly, and couldn't help sighing.

To this day, he really saw through it, and the world of the nobles was no different from them.

If you want to understand the foolish operation of the Sanjo Directorate, you must remember in your heart that the Sanjo Directorate is here to curry favor with Hanyu Michizo, and to say that it is ugly, he is here to be a dog for Michizo.

After that pass just now, will Hanyu Michizo hate the head secretary of Sanjo?

No.

Because the general secretary of Sanjo has always adhered to the principle of promoting high Hanyu Michizo.

How he is high, he spares no effort to hit those guys who think they are equal to the three levels of the Tao.

Hanyu Michizo will not be angry, and even rush to the performance of the Sanjo General Division, Hanyu Michizo will subconsciously acquiesce that the Sanjo General Division is his own person, although he made a mistake, but the other party is to find out for himself.

Even Mitsui-san was still thinking that if it weren't for the fact that the gap between his Sanjo family and the Kasumi Taiji family was indeed too great, the head secretary of Sanjo would dare to shoot at Liyue Ji.

Compared with the Sanjo General Division, the performance of other academy students is simply that they want to set up a torii as a bitch.

Maybe accompany Michizo to train for one night, and the next day, Hanyu Michizo may not know what they are called.

The opportunities are equal, but in a few words, the three general directors are at the forefront.

……

The Soul Court, the territory of the Twelfth Team.

A hedgehog head dressed in the white feathers of the Eleventh Team sits a pink-haired loli on her shoulder.

"Hey, I said Yachiryu, it's already dark, haven't you found the old man Yamamoto's team house?" The prickly head seemed to have a piece of iron in his throat, and he was very hoarse.

This is the captain of the eleventh team, and he is more wooden.

"Hey, didn't Xiaojian say that he would go in this direction?"

The voice of the deputy captain of the eleventh team, Yachiryu and Kenpachi, are simply two extremes, and the voice is crisp and full of childlike fun.

"But after that, won't you lead me in this direction again?"

"Why don't I remember, here, Xiaojian's side must be right."

"Eight thousand streams, don't you be blind, okay? Old man Yamamoto promises that there will be an opponent who will make me have fun tonight! ”

"Got it, got it, little sword here." Yachiryu stretched out his finger and shook it twice, pointing in one direction like a roulette wheel.

Kenpachi followed the direction that Yachiryu was pointing, and looked back twice with some uncertainty.

"Isn't that the direction we're in?"