Mao Spiritual Academy.

Daewoo Nahara Yan Wulang looked at the students below with a serious expression, and his mood was quite complicated.

This is the strongest academy student he has ever led, and there is no one.

Even the young master Haiyan of the Zhibo family at the beginning had a huge gap compared to a few of the monsters.

After all, not every reincarnation can master the first solution in a few months.

That's right.

As the most talented Hibanya Winter Shirou this year, he already knew the real name of the Slashing Knife as early as a month ago, and successfully reached the beginning of the solution.

As a container for the collapse of jade, Ai Sani Koiji, although he has not yet reached such a situation, he has also resonated with his own slashing knife, and he is only one step away from knowing his true name and mastering the first solution.

This kind of terrifying progress, not to mention that Ooi Nahara Yan Wulang has never seen it, even if you look at the history of the entire corpse soul world, there are few legends.

However, although the two are geniuses, their personalities are extremely difficult to control.

For example, right now, Asai Koiji is sitting in his place with his hands around and a stinky face, as if everyone else owes him 1.8 million.

Ever since he learned that Hibanya Winter Shirou had mastered the first solution, he rushed to the door to challenge, and then he was beaten to a zero bar three.

After the whole battle, it can be said that there is no dignity at all.

Almost pressed to the ground by the other party and rubbed.

Originally, a failure was nothing, but for Koiji Asai, who has a resilient and indomitable character, it will only become a motivation for him to continue to move forward.

But in the following time, he continued to challenge Hibanya Winter Shiro, defeated again and again, and at a glance, there was nothing to see the record.

After learning from the pain, Asai Koiji also had to admit the gap between himself and Hibanya Winter Shiro.

Before mastering the first solution, it is simply impossible for him to be an opponent at his current level.

Originally, the two were in a state of equal strength.

The beginning of the solution is undoubtedly a qualitative leap for the god of death.

Winter Shilang leaped, he still stayed in place, and naturally ended up in a situation of being beaten violently.

So, Koiji gave up the idea of challenging Winter Shiro, and instead began to try to comprehend his own slashing knife and practice sword meditation.

It is worth mentioning that when Su Feng opened a small stove for them, he taught Yuanliu Dao Zen to everyone.

But the only one who can master it is Hibanya Winter Shiro.

In the field of talent, Winter Lion Lang is unbeatable.

Although latecomers, such as the Rukia sisters, Kira Izuru, and Hinamori Momo, have also mastered the Yuanliu Sword Zen one after another, they are still far inferior to Winter Shilang in their perception of the slashing sword.

As for Koiji.

He believes in slashing everything with one sword, and he doesn't put too much effort into sword Zen at all.

It wasn't until he was beaten by the Winter Lion Lang that he woke up.

In this regard, the wind does not mean to remind him.

It is useless for people to teach people to say a hundred words, but to teach people to enter the heart once.

There are some things that you will only understand if you have experienced them yourself.

And after realizing the genius of this class of students, Daewoo Nahara Yan Wulang also arranged a soul burial internship for everyone for the first time.

If you can get good grades in this internship, you can try to apply for early graduation.

As a veteran teacher of the Spirit Academy, he also wanted to be able to see the students he brought out in his lifetime and become the pillars of the corpse soul world.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I think you all already know about the soul burial internship."

The majestic voice echoed in the classroom, and Oowoo Nahara Yan Goro's eyes were serious and solemn, as meticulous as his head.

"For the Grim Reaper, soul burial is a skill that must be mastered, and at the same time, it is my duty."

"Therefore, the importance of this soul burial internship is self-evident, I hope you will treat it carefully!"

He was responded to with a uniform chorus.

Only Asai Koji held his cheek with one hand, looking out the window boredly, and his mind was full of questions about the solution of the sword.

What a desirable realm.

I don't know how far Lord Trace's mastery of the sword has reached, so he must have achieved the legendary swastika solution, right?

…………

When he learned that the first class of the Spirit Academy was going to go to the present world for a soul burial practice, he fell into deep thought.

If he remembers correctly, Aizen will make a layout at this time, reinforcing a wave of his former character in front of the elite students.

Although under his intervention, everything has changed from the original appearance of the memory.

But in general, it is still in the general framework.

Whether the blue dye will make another layout for this, it is not known to trace the wind, but it is always right to have more dim sum.

Thinking of this, he handed over the relevant task to the Bulry of the Lingbo Measurement Graduate School.

At that time, if there is any abnormality in this life, he must be notified as soon as possible.

Under the intervention of the wind tracer, although the city did not participate in the experimental research of surface breaking and virtualization, it also carried out deeper research on the basis of the original.

The corpse soul realm, the present world, the void circle.

The three worlds are all equipped with Lingzi monitoring devices, although they can't reach the level of everything, but they can also accurately control the occurrence of major events.

In this regard, Bulzhou also agreed.

The negotiation of the powers of the two was reached in such an understatement, completely bypassing the nirvana of the director.

When he made a small trip for three days and a big trip for five days to the Twelfth Team House to issue tasks, he had already been regarded by most of the Twelve Team members as similar to Nirvana's direct boss.

Sometimes, his words are even more effective than Nirvana's.

After all, even if it is Nirvana, most of the time it depends on the meaning of the wind to do things.

In any case, the current experimental funds of the Technology Development Bureau are all in charge of the Jiuban team.

Although it is attached to the books of the rotten wood family.

But it is clear to anyone that if it weren't for the relationship between the wind and the wind, this unscrupulous experimental expenditure would have been impossible.

Ori faithfully carried out the orders of the gold master, and directly fixed the monitoring device of ninety percent of the living Lingzi to the fixed position of the soul burial practice, and directly synchronized it to the light curtain of the Lingbo Measurement Laboratory, and forwarded it to the fourteen research rooms at the same time.

This is only because of his limited authority, otherwise, Bulzhou would even want to directly synchronize the entire Corpse Soul Realm with all areas with light curtain links.

"Lord Bulzhou, is this a bit of a fuss?"

Rin Hufu munched on an unknown snack in his mouth and said vaguely.

Bulry squinted at him disdainfully, knocked his huge catfish-like head, and made a thumping sound: "What a fuss? ”

"Anything that involves Captain Tracing Wind can't be overstated."

"Keep an eye on the area you're responsible for, and there must be no mistakes!"

"Yes, Lord Bulzhou!"

…………

Spiritual Academy.

On the roof of the Dean's office.

In front of the quaint and elegant crossing gate.

"I'll start with a brief introduction."

A young man with six or nine numbers tattooed on his face looked at everyone expressionlessly and said indifferently:

"I'm a six-reborn, Hinosaki Shubing."

"The short one in the back is Kanzawa, and the tall one is called Qinglu."

"Today, we will act as your guide for the burial of your soul."

Although he tried his best to maintain the temperament and demeanor of his predecessors, when he looked at the quiet and dead life below, Hinosaki still couldn't hide the bitterness in his heart.

Is it really necessary for this guide not to guide?

As a sixth-time student, about to graduate, and even allowed to join the thirteenth team of the Protector Court, he has not mastered the first solution, is he really qualified to lead this group of geniuses as a guide?

The reputation of Hibanya Winter Shirou had already spread throughout the Mao Spiritual Academy as early as the days when he entered the school.

For the appearance of genius, everyone who is also a student is envious and jealous.

But when he learned that he had mastered the first solution, the original jealousy was replaced by bitterness.

It turns out that there really are such monsters in the world.

The exaggerated gap even made other students who were named geniuses unable to catch up.

In the crowd, the Ribangu Winter Shilang, who is only 1.2 meters tall, has white hair on his head, and his cold expression seems to be full of words that no one is allowed to enter, which is particularly eye-catching.

And Asai Koiji, who was standing beside him, looked impatient.

"Hey, can you stay away from me, you bastard?!"

A low roar squeezed out of his throat, highlighting Koiji's impatience at this time.

"I can't." Winter Shilang's response was exceptionally succinct and firm.

He has always been harassed by Lianji, but now that he has finally won back a game, how can he let this guy escape easily?

"Please be quiet."

Although he is really a senior, he does not have the slightest majesty in front of a rebirth, after all, the Spirit Academy is also a place that pays attention to strength.

The girl named Kanizawa spoke, "Let's act in groups of three, I should have drawn lots in the classroom before." ”

"The same pattern is a group."

Koiji took out the paper with the skull printed on it, and said disdainfully: "There is no point in grouping, I can complete the soul burial internship alone." ”

"Then you can't beat me." Winter Lion Lang stuck a knife in the side.

Hearing this, Lianji was immediately furious, and even had the urge to pull out a knife and kill the guy in front of him.

"Two, the door is about to open." Kira Izuru, who was in the same group, carefully reminded, "If you are left behind, you will not be able to participate in this soul burial internship." ”

Kira Izuru, who is named a genius, has a good talent in slashing fists and ghosts.

But he was still overwhelmed by Winter Shiro and Koiji.

Now that he is in a group, he is very careful about his words and deeds.

It is worth mentioning that Winter Shilang was not in the same group as Koiji, but in order to respond to this guy, he took the initiative to find someone to change the lottery.

The little ghost who is cold on the surface, in the process of getting along with Lianji, is also gradually contaminated with a black belly.

Hinosaki had no intention of interfering in the quarrel in the rear at all, he raised his slashing knife and pointed straight ahead: "Untie the ingot!" ”

As the words fell, the spiritual pressure sank along the blade into the boundary gate, and with the bloom of light, the portal opened to both sides.

"Take your respective Hell Butterflies and go!"

…………

In this world, the crescent moon hangs high, and the moonlight is like water.

The building, which is completely different from the style of the Corpse Soul Realm, is reflected in the depths of the pupils of the reborn.

The streets were deserted, and there was a deathly silence.

"Let's go into groups and get moving." Hinosaki gave an order to disperse and divide the corresponding areas, "Follow the ritual process of the soul burial, and do not have any superfluous behavior......

Before he could finish his sentence, he saw the thorns in the team showing a tendency to move.

"Xiaobai, did you realize ......?"

Koiji's expression was solemn, his left hand was on the scabbard at his waist, and a faint spiritual pressure light shone around his body.

Winter Shilang took the same posture, put his right hand on the slashing knife behind his back, and took over the conversation:

"It's a little too quiet around......"

(End of chapter)