The same is true for the Shrek Seven Monsters. Each of them thought they were geniuses, but they didn't expect that someone with a higher soul power would come here.
Flanders looked at Zhao Zilong and asked: "What is your name and what is your martial spirit?"
Zhao Zilong said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone: "Teacher, my name is Zhao Zilong, Wuhun, Bluesilver Grass." After saying that, Zhao Zilong also released the Bluesilver Grass Wuhun, and two dark yellow soul rings appeared under his feet.
"Blue Silver Grass?" Seeing this, the Shrek Seven Devils behind were also shocked.
"Since it's Blue Silver Grass, it's the same as Xiao San's, and its soul power is even higher than Xiao San's." Dai Mubai felt that his outlook on life had been somewhat refreshed. How could someone treat a useless martial soul like Blue Silver Grass like it?
It’s time to practice!
"Since he is also Blue Silver Grass." Tang San was even more shocked at this time, and said in his heart: "So, he should be the same as me, a twin martial spirit. If it is just Blue Silver Grass, it won't be possible at all."
Maybe you can cultivate to this point at this age...'
Xiao Wu also had a look of disbelief and said: "Forget about Xiao San, how can he cultivate Blue Silver Grass to such a high level!"
Flanders looked at the two soul rings and said with a surprised look on his face: "The age of this soul ring should be more than eight hundred years! It's almost a thousand years! The second soul ring can be ignored, but the age of the third soul ring should be over 800 years.
A soul ring is actually more than eight hundred years old."
"More than eight hundred years?" When the others heard this, they all felt that their views were somewhat shattered.
And Tang San believed very much in the theory that he was always Yu Xiaogang. Logically speaking, the age of the first spirit ring could not exceed 430 years, but how did he do it!
Zhao Zilong was not going to answer these questions. The more he answered, the more trouble he got. He asked, "Teacher, can I enroll in school like this? Or do I have to pass the real-name test?"
Flanders laughed loudly and explained: "The rules of our academy are to recruit monsters. Only talented soul masters under the age of 13 and above level 21 can enter our academy. However, they also need to face various assessments and screenings.
Those whose soul power reaches level 25 or above can directly enter the final combat assessment, while those whose soul power reaches level 30 or above are exempt from all assessments and can enter the school directly. Zhao Zilong, congratulations on joining Shrek Academy."
"Little monsters, you have an extra monster companion, Hongjun. There is a bed in your dormitory. When you come back, you can take him to your place."
Ma Hongjun smiled and said, "Well done, teacher."
Then he smiled at Zhao Zilong, and his already fat face suddenly seemed to have a chrysanthemum squeezed out. Zhao Zilong also smiled awkwardly in response.
Later, Zhao Zilong realized that there was no sound from the system just now, and said in his heart: 'Miss System, I want to sign in for Tang San...'
‘I have already signed in once today. Only one person can sign in at most in a day. Please come back and sign in tomorrow...’ Soon, the voice of the system lady came.
"Zilong! You should also stand over!" Flanders said.
"good."
Flanders stood on a podium, looked at the crowd and said: "Little monsters, your talents are all monster-level. The seven of you have all gotten to know each other these days, but today a new classmate is here.
Everyone, please introduce your own martial spirit, name, age, and let’s get to know each other!”
"Mubai, you are the oldest, so you should come first!"
"Yes." Then, Dai Mubai stood up and looked at Zhao Zilong. For such a gifted genius, Dai Mubai naturally wanted to be friends with him. He stretched out his hand and said: "My name is Dai Mubai, I am 15 years old.
Martial Spirit White Tiger, a level 37 attack-type battle spirit master, you can just call me Mubai, and I will just call you Zilong, okay?"
"Of course, Lao Bai." Zhao Zilong was not polite and directly stretched out his hand to shake Dai Mubai's hand.
At the same time, I also observed Dai Mubai. This guy was born with strange eyes, handsome appearance and a sense of arrogance in his bones.
"Old Bai..." Hearing Zhao Zilong's name, the corners of Dai Mubai's eyes twitched. Seeing that Zhao Zilong was so familiar, Dai Mubai was a little embarrassed, but he was so forthright and didn't care. He patted Zhao Zilong on the shoulder.
He said: "If you have anything you don't understand in the academy in the future, you can come and ask me."
Soon, Oscar came over, put his arm around Zhao Zilong's shoulders in a familiar manner and said: "My name is Oscar, 14 years old, martial soul sausage, level 30 food-type soul master. You can call me Xiao Ao. If you want in the future,
If you eat sausages, I'll give you a 30% discount."
"Okay." After saying that, the two of them also held hands together. Oscar had a pair of peach blossom eyes with deep sunken eye sockets, which gave people a deep feeling. His face was like a crown jewel, handsome and harmonious, and his mouth always had a cynical look on it.
His smile was like that of a suave aristocratic prince, and his appearance was even higher than that of Dai Mubai.
Then came Tang San. Tang San looked very ordinary, even ordinary, but there was a deep charm in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and said: "My name is Tang San, 12 years old, Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass, Level 29 Control
We are fighting spirit masters, and both of our spirits are bluesilver grass. If you have time, can we communicate with you."
"Of course." Zhao Zilong smiled after hearing this.
The two of them held hands together, and Tang San continued to ask: "Is Brother Zilong's martial spirit also in the control system?"
"Control system? It shouldn't be all right! Although there is a bit of control system, it is a little different from the traditional control system. I feel that it is a little more biased towards strong attack or agility attack." Zhao Zilong thought for a moment and said, after all, there was nothing said on the panel.
Which side Zhao Zilong's martial spirit was biased towards, then smiled and said: "Forget it, it doesn't matter, as long as you can defeat the enemy anyway."
"Uh, that's right." Tang San smiled as he listened, but also felt a little regretful. Since Zhao Zilong didn't become a control-type soul master, he felt regretful.
And Ma Hongjun was even more excited. He came over and grabbed Zhao Zilong's hand with both hands, smiling like a chrysanthemum: "My name is Ma Hongjun, I am 12 years old, Martial Soul Fire Phoenix, Level 26 Attack System Soul Master, by the way, I am
Ask me how old you are!"
"12 years old!"
"I know you are 12 years old, I am asking you what month you are." Ma Hongjun asked immediately.
Zhao Zilong looked puzzled, but replied: "December 8th, what happened?"
When Ma Hongjun heard this, he felt happy and said, "My words are from August 22nd. I am more than three months older than you. You can call me Brother Hongjun or Brother Xiaoma." Because they had both called me before.
They reported their ages to each other. Although Ma Hongjun was not the youngest, he was the one with the lowest soul power. Because of Dai Mubai, everyone called him Fatty, so Ma Hongjun wanted to be the new one.
In front of the junior students, he stood up like a big brother.
"Brother Zilong, just ignore him, just call him Fatty." Dai Mubai, who was standing next to him, immediately said.
Ma Hongjun felt a little unhappy when he heard this. These guys always bullied him. He glared at Dai Mubai with his resentful little eyes: "Boss Dai, what are you talking about!"