(The third update, the one that comes later will continue when I finish my meal...)

As the only Death Training School in the entire corpse soul world, Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy adheres to the principle of "constraining, meetings, and distribution", and has exported a large number of Death (cannon fodder) resources to the entire corpse soul world for hundreds of years. It is an indispensable force to maintain the stability of the three things, including the present world, the corpse soul world and the virtual circle!

While recalling the few memories of this academy in his head, Ye Yu couldn't help but complain in his heart. Of course, Zhenao in this world is very different from the one he knew through comics. At least this is not the so-called six-year school but the sixty-year school.

Just think about it, if you want to be alone, you must be proficient in one of the four basic skills of Killing Fist and Walking Ghosts. It is impossible for an ordinary civilian to do this in just six years. Even if you graduate, you will only be the life of cannon fodder.

Therefore, Zhenyang's system is actually divided into six levels. All students must advance to the next level every 10 years, otherwise they will be required to drop out. The promotion exam is scheduled once a year, and you will naturally be able to advance to graduate if you pass it. Therefore, it only takes 6 years for geniuses to become the god of death.

The college advocates self-study. In fact, except for the ghost path that requires someone to lead the professor, it takes a lot of time to communicate with your Zanpakura. The college itself arranges courses at certain specific times, but does not arrange students to listen to the class by compulsory. No matter how, as long as you can pass the exam within 10 years, it will be recognized.

"It feels like a university in later generations..." After reading a brief introduction to Zhenyang, Ye Yu felt a little emotional and nostalgic, "Then my goal is to temporarily set it... I'll work hard to stay in Zhenyang for 60 years!"

"That's really a lofty goal!" Suddenly, a voice that had never been heard from behind Ye Yu, "Oh, the hotel guys are meeting again."

"Captain of Death?" Ye Yu turned his head and saw Chunshui with a smile on his face. "It's really rude." Although he didn't know why the other party appeared here, he thought it was because he had no malice. However, even so, Ye Yu tried his best to make his etiquette more comprehensive. After all, even if he was too lazy, he still had to have the necessary respect when facing the strong.

"Well, don't you have to be so disgusted. Aren't we all pretentious when we have drunk alcohol?" Chunshui waved her hands indifferently, giving people a feeling like a frivolous prodigal, but Ye Yu knew that the person in front of her was really an unfathomable person. As for the drinking he just mentioned, it was naturally what Ye Yu toasted him before, but...

"That thing is indeed me Meng Lang..." Although he said this, Ye Yu had returned to his usual expression of not caring about anything. Through the conversation just now, he realized that the other party was indeed coming for him, but it probably wouldn't be a bad thing... Otherwise, he might have been in a different position now.

"There is nothing but Meng Lang or Meng Lang. I just saw you lined up here and came to say hello... "You guy, you recognized me as the captain of the God of Death just now. To be honest, I was forced to send by the old man this time. It's really boring..." Chunshui's deliberate and distressed attitude made the distance between the two involuntarily closer. Although most of his expressions were obviously pretending, I think even this deliberate thing was done by him...

"Is this really good to say to me, an ordinary wandering soul?" Although it was not a big deal, after all, it involved the internal issues of the God of Death. Ye Yu was also a little puzzled why Chunshui mentioned these things to him. Even if he only looked like a sloppy uncle on the surface, he was actually very smart.

"Don't care, don't care, anyway, you will be the god of death in a few years."

"You have confidence in me..." Ye Yu was inevitably uncomfortable with Chunshui's sudden confidence and inexplicable favor. It's not that he was dark and always felt that someone wanted to plot against him. It's because the gap between the two was too big at this moment. One was the captain of the Eighth Team and the first disciple of the captain Yamamoto. The other was just an ordinary wandering soul with some talent at best. No matter how you look at it, it did not make the other party put down his figure and make friends with him.

"And you don't have to always call me the little brother. The name below is Ye Yu, and the girl next to her is Aizen... Aizen Yuuzuo." When introducing Aizen to the other party, Ye Yu couldn't help but feel strange. The two people who were destined to be hostile to each other in the future were introduced to him. This feeling of personally participating in history is really strange.

"Ye Yu? I've written down... As for my name, Kyora Harumizu... I'm not currently serving as the captain of the Eighth Team." Although Ye Yu could mention Aizen's name, it was obvious that the other party did not care much about this girl who was almost Ye Yu's follower... Think about it, maybe this is the normal attitude.

"It's indeed the captain. I've recognized the great man who is unsuccessful."

"Hahaha, you're so yes, I'm not a big shot!" Chunshui laughed cheerfully, then said as if she had finally remembered something, "Oh, you're going to take the God of Death selection exam later. Do you want to come with me...you can take the test in advance."

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Ye Yu naturally agreed to Chunshui's proposal without hesitation. Anyway, they will have to test sooner or later. Moreover, there are too many people coming to take the exam. If you queue up, God knows when you will wait. With the idea of ​​having the right not to expire or invalidate it, Ye Yu happily joined the team.

Zhenyang's admission test is only one of the spiritual pressure. After all, if you want to become the spiritual pressure of the God of Death, it is the key. As for other methods of killing and killing, you can enter the academy and then study. Without spiritual pressure, it is useless.

The test results were not much different from what Ye Yu expected, and both of him and Aizen passed the test smoothly. However, during the test, since Ye Yu only had magic power in his body, he used magic to simulate spiritual pressure.

The test results show that the current spiritual pressure between the two is almost the same as that of the Death God, who is in the seat of the seat, but Ye Yu has 7 and 8 seats and Aizen has 10 seats.

Although this qualification is good, it is not too outstanding. Compared with the children of the great nobles, there is still a considerable distance. Fortunately, Ye Yu is a guy with infinite potential. The so-called bottlenecks and limits of ordinary death are completely meaningless to him. As long as he lives long enough, even if he does not practice the magic power in his body, he will naturally grow.

As for Aizen... the future big bosses still care about spiritual pressure? It's enough to have Bengyu.

"Huh... what's the result? Chunshui?" After the two of them finished the test, Chunshui left with the excuse that they had something to do, but he met Fuzhu after taking two steps.

"It's okay. The spiritual pressure of the officer level is not bad, but it is not top-notch. Although it is almost the best among this group of students this year, it has not been much outstanding compared to previous years."

"Then wouldn't you go for nothing?" Fuzhu chuckled. She just felt that the other party was a little different from ordinary people, but who would have thought that Chunshui would run over to talk to him early in the morning, and she was so irritable that she didn't look like a captain.

"Not necessarily..." Chunshui shook his head and said in a daze, "That young man's spiritual pressure gave me a very special feeling, just like... sunshine."

"Is the spiritual pressure with personal will?... In this way, it can be considered a genius, but even so, this is not a rare characteristic." Fuzhu said while pinching her chin, "Most of the Death God who holds high-level elemental Zanpaku has this characteristic. Maybe he can have a very powerful Zanpaku in the future..."

"Probably." Chunshui thought about it and didn't plan to continue on this issue. Even if the other party was really strong, it would take at least nearly a hundred years to get to that point. Besides, there is an old man here. If there is that person, everything will not be a problem. "By the way, Fuzhu, did you find anything in Zhenyang just now?"

Until now, Harumizu still doesn't think that Captain Yamamoto just simply asked them to supervise the selection of the new generation of Shinho students, so he took advantage of this time to let Ukutake go for a brief investigation...

When it comes to the fact that the original gentle face of Uzuku became serious, and her inconspicuous change also made Chunshui face this problem, "Zhenho... I did find some problems..."
Chapter completed!