Take back the martial spirit.

Reaching out to pull up the fat teacher on the ground, Zijun nodded in acknowledgement.

"You can touch my bone age, I don't want to be mistaken for a bad old man because of my cultivation."

An embarrassed but polite smile was revealed.

The fat teacher grabbed Zijun's arm and groped for a while.

The more you look at it, the more thrilling it becomes!

The more I look at it, the more I feel unreal!

Putting down Zijun's arm, the fat teacher clenched his fists in his chest with shortness of breath.

Bent down respectfully.

"Martial Soul Academy's blessing has seen the crown!"

Hearing the fat teacher's name, Zi Junle looked up and down in approval.

"It looks like it's quite rich, you don't have to be so polite to me in the academy in the future, just call me Zijun or Xiaojun."

Stand up.

Fu Youcai looked at Zijun with respect in his eyes.

After all, in this world where strength is respected, soul masters and even ordinary people especially respect strength!

As long as you're too strong to be able to reach the dust!

The attitude of others towards you is only respectful, and there is no jealousy!

What's more, Zijun is only six years old now!

already has the strength of Title Douluo!

If you wait for him to cultivate until he grows up!

I'm afraid that strength has already surpassed mortals! It is possible to become a legendary "god"!

It's just that what Fu Youcai doesn't know is that today's Zijun has already become a god!

He is a supreme god king who surpasses the first-level gods!

At the same time, he is also the new god of Shura!

Come back to your senses.

Fu Youcai's look was shocked again!

What he never expected was that the person in front of him was the legendary Zijun!

"You...... You are the legendary Young Lord of the Purple Monarch! The fiancé of His Royal Highness Qianrenxue! ”

Reaching out to hold Qian Lingxue's palm, the two glanced at each other and replied with a smile.

"If there wasn't a name and surname in the academy, I think I was."

The three of them chatted briefly for a while.

Fu Youcai filled in the names of Zijun and the others into the admission list and submitted them to the dean.

Early in the morning of the second day.

An exclamation rang out from the dean's office.

"What! Six-year-old Title Douluo? Blessed and rich, why do you tease me? Hey? How does the name sound familiar? ”

Seeing the dean's stunned expression, Fu Youcai, who was honestly sitting in the chair, scratched his head and smiled bitterly.

"You guessed it! He is the young master of the purple monarch in the mouth of the pope, as for the authenticity of the information, I have also confirmed it by touching my bones, and it is indeed a six-year-old bone age. ”

After listening to Fu Youcai's answer, the middle-aged man in front of him calmed down.

"In that case, then there is no problem, you go down! The two of them were assigned to the third class of the key area, and all aspects of teaching resources were tilted. ”

As he spoke, the middle-aged man handed over the list in his hand to Fu Youcai.

The latter nodded and exited the dean's office.

Time always passes inadvertently.

After a night of silence, the hopeful morning sun rose again.

A new day of campus life also began to ...... with the lively and noisy laughter.

Bang Bang Bang!

The instructor standing on the podium slapped the lectern and reminded.

"Let's check the list of students in the class, and if you read your name, please respond to the teacher. Roll call begins! ”

Bring your middle and index fingers together and gently push the glasses on the bridge of your nose.

The instructor on the platform picked up the list on the table and gave it a cursory glance.

There was a gleam in his eye, and he looked sideways at the last row.

That's where Zijun and Qianyue sit.

Retract your gaze.

Looking at the list in his hand, he said excitedly.

"Lu Renjia!"

"Here!" A little boy with an ordinary appearance but a youthful face stood up and responded.

"Blessed ......!"

"Hey, Nana! Look at that! Isn't he the one who was in the playground yesterday? Why did he come to school too? ”

Evil Moon, who was sitting in the penultimate row near the wall on the right, patted Hu Liena on the shoulder and pointed to Zijun's position.

He looked in the direction of Evil Moon's finger.

Zijun, with white and purple medium and long hair, was sleeping on his desk.

Only Qian Lingxue on the side, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, sat on the chair with a happy face.

"Who knows, maybe Master, her old man, was afraid that her children would be bullied in the academy, so she specially arranged it."

After Hu Liena glanced at Zijun, she lost interest.

Because in the hearts of Hu Liena and the others, Zijun is an elder of the Martial Spirit Hall who "rejuvenates".

The real age is estimated to be their grandfather.

For a "bad old man", she is such a precocious female doll, where would she be interested.

I clicked on the name, and I don't know if the tutor was intentional or intentional.

did not mention the names of Qianrenxue.

He put down the roll call book in his hand, picked up another roster with "Detailed Information of Students" written on it and lit it again.

"The students I want to introduce by the teacher below are all very talented people in our school! The students who were named earlier should try to learn from them! ”

Clenched his fist to his mouth and coughed, and the male tutor introduced in a straight voice.

"Yan! Bone age is six years old! Ancient Martial Soul Flame Lord! Sixth-level Soul Warrior! ”

Hearing the teacher's roll call, Yan stood up with his hands in his arms and looked at Hu Liena with gentle eyes.

But the latter was not interested in him at all, because Hu Liena had already been nurtured by Bibi Dong.

Subtly, she has become a woman who only worships the strong!

The reason why Tang San attracted her at the beginning was because of her strength stronger than Hu Liena.

"Hu Liena! Bone age is six years old! Martial Soul Fox Demon! Seventh-level Soul Master! ”

Heard the introduction of the two people, except for a few people.

The other students looked at the two of them with envy on their faces.

"Wow! As soon as you wake up, you have the strength of a seventh-level soul warrior! That's amazing! ”

Bang Bang Bang!

He slapped the lectern to signal quiet.

After watching the students calm down, the instructor on the platform continued the roll call.

"A thousand snows! Bone age is six years old, martial soul seraphim! Innate soul power! Level 20 Soul Master! ”

"Here!" Qian Renxue subconsciously raised her hand in response.

But with her raising of her hand, the whole class seemed to press the pause button!

Only her voice echoed through the classroom.

The students in the entire class all opened their mouths wide and focused their eyes on Qianrenxue's position!

Innate full soul power level 20!

This talent!

Even Tang San, who has the aura of the protagonist, is out of reach!

The two are not on the same level at all!

Because of this, Zijun, who watched the plot in his previous life.

Before he died, he didn't figure it out, where did Qianrenxue lose? Why lose?

In the original book, Qianrenxue is not only talented! He was born ten years earlier than Tang San!

But when Qian Lingxue was thirty years old, the realm had just reached the Soul Saint!

To put it mildly, even if this talent is thrown on a dog, it can far surpass its peers!

But Qianrenxue didn't make any big progress at all, but was still caught up by Blue Silver Grass.

It's just a big deal!

I don't know who started it, and suddenly there were bursts of exclamations in the class.

"Oh my God! She's so cute! ”

"It is worthy of Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Martial Spirit Palace! This talent is also strong, isn't it? ”

Seeing everyone's praise of Qianrenxue, Hu Liena, who was sitting by the wall, murmured softly unwillingly.

"One day, I will definitely prove to my master that I am the most suitable heir of the Martial Spirit Palace!"

"Quiet and quiet!" The instructor on the platform stopped again.

Glancing at the students present, he put down the roster in his hand.

Raising his hand and pushing down his glasses, a fiery look slowly appeared on his serious face.

Firmly lock the position of the last row.