Since the return of the Ichiban team house, Sufeng declined Matsumoto's invitation to drink flower wine.

In his words, drinking flower wine with you and not allowing you to go to Mrs. Kikuhime, what's so good about it, don't go!

When he heard this, Matsumoto Ranju almost drew his knife and slashed at Sufeng's head.

It was not easy for her to muster up the courage to take the initiative, but she was prevaricated by such words.

It's so angry that people's chests hurt.

The Kuban team house.

Captain's exclusive dojo.

Su Feng plunged into it and began his long-lost sword meditation practice.

The walls of the dojo are attached with complex ghost path spells, forming a mimic binding path to block the leakage of spiritual pressure, and it also has a certain anti-peeping function.

Cultivation is a very important thing for the god of death.

Especially the practice of sword meditation.

Sitting on the gray-white futon, he placed the sword on his knees, pressed the blade lightly with one hand, stroked the blade with the other, and slowly closed his eyes while holding his breath.

As a Grim Reaper who had already mastered the Beginning Solution, it didn't take too long for Sufeng to enter the state.

After a short trance, his spirit was already in a completely different space.

Pale and immense, the wind raging, a familiar scene as far as the eye can see.

"It's no different from the last time I came."

Standing in the surging wind, Su Feng stretched out his right hand, and a light wind stroked through his palm.

Strange to say.

Arashi's body is not a humanoid creature like the other slashing blades.

It is the wind of heaven and earth, unrestrained, unrestrained, freewheeling, drifting, and omnipresent in this space of the slashing sword.

Considering that some of the slashing swords don't have a human form, Sufeng doesn't care much about it.

That's a good look.

Tracing the wind and diverging the spirit, let the spiritual pressure wander around with the cry of the wind, shuttling through this pale and boundless world, looking for the second layer of the slashing knife space.

Suddenly, the wind became stronger and stronger, the world seemed to come to life, and the pale sky turned more and more gray.

It was as if countless clouds were piling up, cascading on top of each other to the end of the sky.

The wind is getting more and more amazing.

The rugged ground was lifted in an instant, and a huge gully with no end in sight lay horizontally in the world, and thick and hot magma surged into it, sweeping the sky, and the whole apocalyptic scene.

The wind rose and turned into a storm tearing the sky, and a faint light brewed and accumulated in the clouds.

Until—

Bang!!!

A huge sound as if the heavens were opening the earth resounded in the sky, and the gray sky was completely illuminated at this moment.

Blazing light erupted violently, and countless thunder snakes swam among them, unleashing their power to the fullest, turning the sky into an endless pool of thunder!

Snort -

The canopy of heaven tore, thunder roared, and scorching pillars of thunder burst into flames in endless light, burning everything in front of them.

Su Feng instinctively opened his five fingers, allowing the thunder pillar to fall in his palm.

In an instant, all the thunder in this world quickly converged, turning into a blade that emitted blazing thunder.

The blue-purple electric light on it continued to swim, and the rattling sound exuded an astonishing power.

"Thunder ......"

Su Feng looked at the blazing thunder and lightning that kept dancing in his palm, and the corners of his mouth rose.

…………

Time flies, and a moment flies.

Mao Lingshu Academy, among the largest dojos.

Hundreds of Priests and Grim Reapers, waiting for the start of the day.

As an annual graduation assessment, whether it is the Grim Reaper who has become a member of the team, or the academy student who is a reservist, he attaches great importance to it.

What makes them even more excited is that after the student assessment, there will be a captain assessment to be held in the dojo.

The assessment of the students is nothing more than a basic test of slashing fists and ghosts, and there is no suspense.

On the contrary, the form of captain assessment is uncertain, and it may not be seen once in decades or even hundreds of years.

In this regard, the students who are the reservist Grim Reaper are still very curious.

On the high platform, Yamamoto Motoyanagisai stood quietly in place with his hands on crutches, looking down at the people below with majestic eyes, and behind him was the vice-captain of the team, Minister Jiro.

Compared with the straight bodies of the two, the captains who came to watch the battle in the rear seemed to have lost their manners.

The first to bear the brunt of the defeat was the captain of the Shichiban team, Komamura Zuo, who was half a cut taller than the others, and at the same time, he also wore a huge iron mask on his head to hide his true face.

And behind him, there is a figure standing that surprises Sufeng.

Dongxian wants.

At this time, he seems to have stepped out of the shadow of the past, and his appearance is somewhat similar to that of later generations.

The only difference is that the eyes are as black as ink.

If you look closely, you can see that there are two inconspicuous gaps on the upper and lower sides of these eyes.

It is one of Kiyonosuke Yamada's masterpieces, and it is also an important proof that Tosen wants to regain his light.

Dong Xian wanted to turn a deaf ear to the surprised gazes of others, but when he saw Su Feng, he smiled and nodded.

Such a reaction made everyone even more puzzled.

Jingle Chunshui walked to Su Feng's side, stretched out his hand and poked Su Feng's arm, and whispered, "What happened?" ”

"How do you feel like you're having some kind of adultery?"

Su Feng glanced at him dissatisfiedly: "Didn't you attend the last meeting of the nobles?" ”

Jingle Chunshui looked dazed, completely unclear about what was going on.

As a member of the superior aristocracy, he has not participated in the aristocratic meeting for a long time since he became the captain of the Yaban team.

"The Tsunayo Tokitan who was reported by Ling is dead."

Su Feng said nonchalantly, "I killed you on the rebel battlefield. ”

From his tone, it was not difficult to see that the death of Tsunaya Shitan seemed to be an insignificant matter, like crushing a bed bug to death.

"That's ......," Jingle Chunshui said abruptly, "That's really a thing to be thankful about." ”

"The death of a despicable person has even made the air in the Corpse Soul Realm a little fresher."

When Dongxian on the side heard this, his gaze at Jingle Chunshui softened a lot.

As long as you scold Tsunayo Shitan, then we are good half-brothers.

"Ahem, Chojiro." Yamamoto Motoyanagisai coughed lightly, "It's time to start." ”

"Yes, Captain!"

The finch minister Jiro stepped forward a few steps, amplified his voice with spiritual pressure, and his majestic voice suddenly spread throughout the entire dojo:

"The sixth-round assessment of the Mao Spiritual Academy has officially begun, please enter the candidates!"

At the bottom of the high platform, thirteen officials walked out, arms crossed, standing proudly in the center of the dojo.

They are the seat officers of each team, and they are also the examiners of this candidate assessment, responsible for the test of basic battles.

Sufeng watched with interest as the battle took place below.

As a person who has come over, he is very keen to appreciate the scene of his younger brothers and sisters being punished.

It's a pity that these officials didn't dare to be ruthless at all, and after a battle, they didn't even have a serious injury.

However, after just watching a few battles, Tracing lost interest.

There are no geniuses in this year's Spirit Academy, and their performance can only give barely qualified results.

"If there are students you like, you can recruit them to the Jiuban team."

Sufeng reminded Matsumoto Ranju beside him, "This matter will be left to you to be responsible." ”

"That's probably not going to be able to attract anyone."

Matsumoto Ranju is also not very optimistic about this year's students, "It's not bad if there are people who are good at clerical work, you can help Qixu share the pressure." ”

"Just look at it." Tracing the wind directly decentralizes.

The assessment of the students was carried out rapidly, and in a short time, it was already coming to an end.

The atmosphere in the dojo gradually became solemn, and almost everyone's eyes were focused on the high platform.

They knew that the main event of the day was about to begin.

Minister Jiro of the Sparrow had a serious expression, and a little spiritual pressure melted into his voice:

"Next, the captain's assessment begins!"

"The vice captain of the fifth team, Ichimaru Gin, and the captain of the ninth team, Tsunayo Sukaze, please enter!"

Tracing the wind moved his arms, which were sore from standing for a long time, and smiled sideways:

"Please, Vice-Captain Ichimaru......"

Thanks to the big guy Darek in the forest for the tip.

After a few days of trying, I found out that the big chapter is not suitable for me, so I'll write a small chapter in the future, there should be two more chapters today

(End of chapter)