Chapter 12 How can an ordinary genius like me pass?(1/2)
With his outstanding appearance and miserable appearance, the blade easily stopped two carriages on the road.
The coachman is a middle-aged man with a serious face, a burly figure, wearing a tuxedo and a butler's face.
The owner of the carriage is a cute little girl.
The little girl looked at the blade with stars in her eyes, and said something in her mouth.
Blade was a little helpless. He really just wanted to be a handsome man quietly...
But it's not annoying.
When saying goodbye to the little girl, the little girl said, "Blade, aren't you really coming to my house as a guest?"
Full of anticipation.
Daofeng smiled and refused: "Some things need to be done, but it's really inconvenient."
"That's how..."
Said goodbye and asked about Shrek's address.
Yes, Blade only remembered that he didn't know where Shrek Academy was when he came back.
How to say it, when I arrived at the destination, I saw a dismal look. Dagger thought that even at noon, there would be no fewer people in line.
The appearance of the college is a little bit cold, but this is a small problem. He didn't come to enjoy it.
The registration office consists of a small table, an old man and a wooden box.
The sleepy old man opened his eyes the moment the blade appeared, and his eyes fell on the blade like a knife, and he returned to peace in a moment.
The old man suddenly returned to his extremely ordinary appearance, as if the sharpness just now was just an illusion.
Blade sighed in his heart: "Shrek? It's really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon!"
Walking over Blade and smiling politely, "Hello, I want to sign up."
The old man looked at the boy in front of him and sighed in his heart: "It's a bit of my youthful style!"
However, this kid seemed to have suffered a lot of injuries, and his breath was very chaotic.
Thinking of this, his eyes became a little solemn.
Then he said: "Registration fee, ten golden soul coins."
Blade nodded with a smile and put ten golden soul coins into the wooden box.
The old man nodded: "Extend his hand."
The blade stretches out the left hand.
The old man frowned, looked at Blade's right hand, and said in his heart: "Is he a left-handed?"
What the old man needs to touch is bone age, both left and right hands, and there is not so much attention.
He reached out his hand and rubbed and squeezed the blade's left hand, surprised that this little hand was better maintained than a girl.
"Well, age-qualified, release your martial soul."
Hearing this, the blade released the blade.
The old man exclaimed, this martial soul was extraordinary, and it was surrounded by halos.
Interestingly, it seems that Shrek may have another little monster. But this kid's condition...
He shook his head and nodded again: "The soul power is qualified, go to the next level."
The old man pointed his hand in a certain direction.
Blade smiled and thanked him, then left.
"A polite boy, likable."
The third level is a middle-aged man.
It seems like a big battle here, it is a mess.
Is the actual test so serious?! The blade is a bit unbelievable, but this highlights Shrek's rigorous style, which is very good!
What I saw was a middle-aged man who looked over fifties, with a bun of lumps and strong body. However, he seemed to have some minor injuries.
The blade concluded that the man was very sober.
The two examiners I met after coming in were not simple characters. The examiners of this last level would not be simple, and there was no reason to fall asleep during the inspection - even if no one came.
Sure enough, the middle-aged man caught his eyes.
"I didn't expect anyone else to come."
The voice was low and seemed to be very surprised.
Blade Feng said, "This tone is too deliberate..."
"Hey, are you injured?"
Haha, this is a real tone, natural and vivid, and the true form is revealed.
Blade responded with a smile: "No big problem."
The middle-aged man scratched his head: "That's it."
"Forget it, depending on your condition, I will put some water on it and let me see it."
This teacher is interesting.
The blade summoned the blade.
Zhao Wuji's eyes lit up. He looked good! Although his soul power was a little weaker.
"Boy, let's do it. You attack me. As long as you can let me take a step back, you will be over."
Blade thought for a while and seemed to be really letting go. He smiled and said, "Okay!"
Zhao Wuji smiled treacherously in his heart: "Boy, you will know that you are wrong later, hehe."
He said heroically on his face: "Let me see your strength!"
The blade pointed at Zhao Wuji: "Then teacher, be careful."
"Come……"
As soon as Zhao Wuji spoke, he saw a purple soul ring rising from his feet with a smile on his face, and a white light column as thick as a bowl shot out!
What?!
Zhao Wuji's hair stood upright.
The first soul skill - the body of the King of Ming!
"boom!"
The body of the wise king is not moved - broken!
The blade looked at Zhao Wuji who was still moving and sighed helplessly. In a sudden burst of force, the full-strength attack was blocked. Zhao Wuji was just a little bit of skin.
"This is still a test of letting go..."
Should I say something that is really worthy of being Shrek Academy? Blade Feng was helpless and said to Zhao Wuji: "I lost."
Turn around and prepare to leave.
The attack just now was his second soul skill, which he called "light explosion". This move exhausted the little soul power he had struggled to recover.
It makes no sense to struggle again. He could not break through a yellow soul skill that the other party released casually. As for the injury the other party had just suffered, he just didn't expect that he would start a sudden attack.
Completely defeated.
It is worthy of being Shrek Academy, it is a desperate assessment.
"I still overestimate myself. This is not the place where ordinary geniuses like me should come."
The Blade's eyes are a bit complicated, so I have to work harder!
Zhao Wuji felt his chest burning, but his attention was on this kid. What a sinister boy, such a cruel soul skill, and the most important thing was - what a damn glaring thousand-year soul ring!
If he hadn't reacted in time, this blow would have allowed him to lie on the bed!
"What's this kid's expression?!Hmm? What does it mean to walk out?"
Zhao Wuji saw Blade say "I lost" and then turn around and leave.
At first, he thought this kid was going to play with the silence again, but after seeing the blade reaching the exit, he realized that the kid was really leaving!
Zhao Wuji quickly spoke: "Wait a minute!"
Blade stopped and turned around and said helplessly: "Don't wait anymore. I have exhausted my soul power and I can't pass the assessment again, so I don't have to waste time."
Exhausted soul power? Isn't this kid level 24? How could it be? Zhao Wuji couldn't figure it out, but that didn't matter.
This is a monster that absorbed the Thousand Years of Soul Ring at level 20! A true genius!
If he had just been put into the arms of other colleges, he would not say whether he would vomit blood. When Flander came back and found out, he would definitely have to vomit blood!
Zhao Wuji coughed and waved his hand: "Boy, although you didn't pass my assessment, I appreciate your insidiousness, decisiveness and ruthlessness when you took action. I decided to let you pass!"
The blade sighed, it's past?!
Can I pass such an ordinary genius?
Thinking of what Zhao Wuji said, "I can let go of water," Daofeng felt that this person would do his best.
The knife scratched his head: "Teacher, will it cause you trouble if you let go of water like this?"
Zhao Wuji walked over, patted Blade's shoulder affectionately, and said proudly: "What's the trouble! If the principal is not here, I, Zhao Wuji, is the biggest! Let's go! Let's take you to report!"
But I said in my heart: "If you let me run away, I will be in trouble! I have to lie in bed for a few months..."
But seriously, Zhao Wuji's face was calm when he patted Blade's shoulder for the first time, but his hands were lighter.
What exactly has this kid experienced? Not only did he suffer serious injuries but he was also seriously overdrawn!
To be continued...