Douluo's personal pendant

Its voice is so loud that even the students who are in class can hear it vaguely from a distance of kilometers.

After half a time.

Tang Fei scratched his ears and walked out of the room dissatisfiedly.

Seeing that he had finally changed his clothes and came out, everyone who was sitting on the chairs stood up. Tang San looked at him and smiled and patted his arm and said, "How come you wake up without Sakura?"

Tang Fei stared at him resentfully, and said dissatisfied: "Brother, this morning, maybe you just wanted to wake me up and watch my jokes."

Tang San laughed a few times and said, "Who wants to see you making a joke, have you forgotten what you are going to do today?"

Tang Fei looked at him bewildered, and asked in a daze, "What...what are you doing."

Tang San looked at him speechlessly, and said, "Didn’t you follow you yesterday? Today, we are going to choose the last three places for the contestants. Both you and I will choose one. Also, we have to participate in the final. The mobilization meeting, how do you... hey."

Tang Fei scratched the back of his head and complained: "What's this, I don't have to participate in all of these."

Thinking of listening to the master or Flander giving them a meeting again, Tang Fei felt that his head was about to split, "Oh, no, I, my head hurts, I'll go back to sleep for a while."

Tang Fei turned around and was about to go back to the bedroom, but Tang San grabbed the collar of his back.

Tang San turned to Zhu Zhuqing and said, "Zhuqing, you come and pull him, don't let him run back, let's go."

After Zhu Zhuqing stepped forward, Tang San let go and led the others out of the house.

"Let's go, what are you waiting for."

Zhu Zhuqing glanced at Tang Fei whitely, and took his hand and followed Tang San closely.

Chapter 81 Advanced Elite Soul Master Academy Competition (1)

In Shrek Academy, in a clearing in the quiet woods, dozens of soul masters are male and female, tall, short, fat and thin, divided into two teams, with their chests and heads upright, their hands standing upright with stern faces. They are these two In the past month, the master has been in the academy, selecting the elite among ordinary people selected through layers, and now it is extremely crucial for them to come.

Because today, the last three places in the big list for the competition will be selected among them. Fourteen choose three. It is extremely cruel to them who have been training for more than a month.

The master was standing on a temporary high platform in the clearing, his gaze swept across the faces of the people standing under the blazing sun, looking at these young and handsome young men who were sweating but not changing their faces. Each one is one of a hundred talents. If placed in other academies, many of them can be the main players.

However, it is a pity that they are in Shrek Academy, and they still have seven students called monsters, and one enchanting student who cannot be described as a monster, Shrek Academy. Therefore, even if they have Talent, but can only run for the last three seats on the entry list.

The master sighed, not knowing whether he was sighing for the troubles he felt happy for having so many excellent students, or for the poor children in front of him.

"teacher."

In the distance, Tang San didn't show his figure, and his voice came from a distance.

The master raised his head, looked at the figure in the distance that had never let him down, watched them, and waited until the eight of them were close before he nodded and said to Tang San, "Are you here?"

As he spoke, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally cast a glance at Tang Fei, who was behind the crowd.

Tang San sensed the teacher's eyes, looked back, smiled and said to the master, "It's coming."

"Ok."

The master replied softly, and then said: "Then let's start, and invite the captains of the black and white teams to come on stage."

Hearing that Tang San walked out of the team, and by the way, he pulled the extremely reluctant Tang Fei onto the high platform. On the high platform were three tables and three wooden chairs. The master occupied the middle one, and Tang Fei and Tang San had to Sitting on both sides of him separately.

After Tang Fei and Tang San sat down, the master stood up and said to the other six people later: "You go to the side first." He nodded to the sweaty candidate: "You can start."

"Yes."

The people underneath were Yuxuan, shouting loudly at the same time, dozens of people actually shouted hundreds of people and thousands of people.

Tang Fei was a little frightened by this sudden shout. The lingering power of the horn in the morning was still in his mind. The master sat down and looked at the guy who disappeared when he came back, sighed, and pointed to the pen and paper in front of Tang Fei. Said: "In order not to cause unnecessary injuries, our final selection will no longer be in the form of competition. After a while, the fourteen of them will come to the stage to introduce themselves. If you feel okay, write his name in On paper, understand."

"Ah, uh, got it."

Hearing Tang Fei's perfunctory words, the master sat down and waited cross-legged regardless of whether Tang Fei understood it.

And the first person to come on stage came. Tang Fei saw that he was tall and sturdy with thick body hair. "This is not Tyrone who was rescued by himself. It seems that he has improved in the past few months, so I still need to see. Well, it's him," Tang Fei thought, he wanted to write on paper, but he heard a few coughs in his ear, and turned his head to see that it was not the master, but Tang San.

Tang San looked at Tang Fei and glared at him, then shook his head. Tang Fei felt a little inexplicable and scratched his head.

"Well, this guy's brother wants to choose?"

For unknown reasons, Tang Fei did not write down Tai Long's name in the end, and neither did Tang San. Only the master took his book and wrote and painted there. After Tai Long introduced his basic personal information, the master raised his head slightly. : "Tyron, you are the first of you to enter the training camp. How much have you improved in this month."

Tyrone said with a stern face: "Master Reporter, I have been upgraded by two levels in more than a month, and now I am a thirty-ninth level battle soul."

"Well, what do you have to ask."

After the master had finished asking, he wrote on the paper and said to Tang San Tang Fei without raising his head.

Tang San was a little bit cautious, and forced a calm look at Tai Long, who was looking at him with shining eyes, and asked, "Tai Long, you...you."

"You can't resist beating."

Listening to Tang Sanban, you won't come out, Tang Fei added.

"Ah." Tai Long's face collapsed, he looked at Tang San in fear, lowered his head and said nothing.

After waiting for a while, the master saw him speechless and waved: "Go on, next one."

Tyrone lowered her head and went down the high platform, and replaced it with a pretty girl with a pale yellow skin and a bulging head. After she introduced her spirit, cultivation base, and other information, she hadn't waited for the master. Tang Fei said, as if he had found some strange habit, he straightened up and asked seriously: "You, can you resist beating?"

"Ah." The girl looked at him blankly, and she couldn't say anything.

The master looked at her for a while and waved, "Next."

"You can't resist beating."

"I."

"next."

"you......."

That's it, until the ninth.

Tang Fei cocked his legs and lowered his head to play with his fingers. When he asked him this question just now, those facial expressions felt a little fun, but one or two past, three or four were meaningless, but the master did not let him. He stopped, and he had to continue to ask.

"Do you resist..."

"I can't resist and beat you up and try it."

"Yo roar."

Tang Fei looked up and saw that someone had learned to answer, and the tone was still so stiff. He was thin, dark and rough, and his training clothes were twice as wet as others. His face was firm and his expression was unruly. It's a funny guy.