The Legend of the Dragon King

When Ezidust was queuing in the back, he saw the 300 armor in the air. For a child under the age of twelve, it was so dazzling and amazing that he felt deeply that his choice should be the right one.

And then he saw the armor flying towards the other side, and he heard another name, one he'd heard since he was a kid, and he'd heard the name of the disaster, Shrek College.

Until then, he knew that the first college on the continent had reopened, and that the Spiritual College he was going to enroll in seemed to be fighting against Shrek College.

Then he heard the majestic voice that Shrek's airspace was inviolable.

And then, the whole scene seemed to be chaotic, and the battles in the air from afar, they could be seen invisible on their side, and they couldn't resist the broadcast!

Just like Shrek College launched the big screen, so did Spiritual College. It also broadcast the matches between the two sides.

Ezidust was somewhat arrogant. He was mostly named a genius since he was a child. He had great confidence in himself. In his view, he was already a soulmaster, and soon he was going to advance to become a great soulmaster. In the soulmaster world, there was also a place to stand.

But when he saw that unparalleled horror race through the screen, he realized that he was far from understanding the world of the Sorcerer, and he realized that the Sorcerer could be so powerful.

“Dad, Shrek is amazing! Did Spiritual Academy lose?” Ezidust asked his father around.

Ezidu's father smiled bitterly: "Dad can't understand! Dad was just a craftsman, and he really didn't understand the spiritualist thing. Teacher Li, what do you think? ”

Teacher Li is a middle-aged man, his eyes are already full of colour, exclamation: “Shrek is Shrek after all! Even the rebuilt Shrek is so powerful. I never thought I'd see a fight like this in my lifetime. It's a shame the last fight didn't happen. Shrek Academy is really amazing without a fight. I'm afraid there are five of them. ”

Ezidu's father asked curiously, "Is Ultimate Douro the best? ”

Teacher Li laughed bitterly: "Between the palms of your hand, a city can be extinguished with ash and smoke. Are you strong? Frankly, I kind of regret it, so maybe I should consider sending Dusty to Shrek's exam. Look at this sign up and line up. A lot of people are heading that way. Shrek's heritage and tradition did not appear to have disappeared with the Big Bang. ”

Ezidu's father hesitated for a moment, "I don't think so. The Spiritual Academy gives so much resources, and it's probably not that bad. I can't afford anything but hope that the resources and conditions of the college will be better. ”

Teacher Li nodded and smiled bitterly: “That's the only way. The dust is so good, I'm sure there shouldn't be as many as there are in Shrek or in the Spiritual Academy. It won't be much worse anywhere. It's just that the name Shrek is too sacred for our spiritualists. ”

Talking to them, finally queuing up.

Teacher Li and Ezidu's father walked forward with Ezidu, and a young man had greeted them, "Come and do a simple test. Reach out your hand. ”

Ezidust stretched out his right hand, and the young man put it on his wrist, his face suddenly showed a hint of surprise, "Well, you can go over there and test it further.” As he spoke, he pointed to a light door next to his finger that had a faint whirlpool of light.

Ezidust looked at the young man in front of him with some curiosity. The young man looked in his twenties, handsome in appearance and with a slightly cooler temperament.

“This brother, are you a spiritualist too? What level are you in?” Ezidust asked curiously.

For the first time away from home, for the first time in the middle of a bustling continent, as a young genius soulmaster, he has always wanted to compare himself to others, and he has always felt that he should be the best, wherever he goes.

The young man smiled, “More than eighty levels. ”

Ezidust glared at her, “Grade eighty? Impossible. Are you that good? ”

The young man laughed, “Can you still fake that? You work hard, you can do it later.” As he spoke, his body sparkled with light and a circle of halo appeared silently, without any powerful breath deterrence, but it was the real eight soul rings, most horribly, ranked in the last place, and certainly a circle of red halo.

“A hundred thousand years of soul rings?” Teacher Li lost her voice and shouted.

The light converged, the circle disappeared, and the youth made inviting gestures towards the other light door.

Teacher Li hurried to converge the excited mind and gave a respectful gift to the youth. He was just a four-ring soul honored. In front of an eight-ring soul Douro, no matter how humble. Hurry and pull the curious baby who wants to keep asking questions and quickly walk towards that light door.

Spiritual Academy is so strong! A person responsible for student enrollment actually has eight levels of soul fighting. And there are 100,000 years of souls, and this place is the right place.

Step into the optical door and everything becomes illusory. It's like the space around you is all twisted. Ezidust wanted to scream, but he couldn't make a sound at all.

Fortunately, the process did not last very long. The next moment, they came into a separate space.

This seems to be a somewhat desolate place, not far away, a very ordinary building, where wood and thatch are all building materials.

In front of a fence-like fence, a group of people lined up. I don't know what I'm doing.

Ezidust wanted to move, but found that he couldn't move at all. The next moment, when the light flashed, they reached the front of the team.

There is a table at the front of the team, and the elderly person sitting behind the table responsible for accepting the registration looks like a lazy person. The clothes on the body sound simple. It's like a village elderly person, not even as good as his father's spirit.

At this point, a teenager came to the table to sign up. The old man lazily said: "Sign up for ten gold soul coins, just put them in that box. ”

Hearing the words "gold soul coin," Ezidu and his father and teacher couldn't help but stand still for a moment. What age is it? Is there any such currency? It's all in banknotes now, federal coins!

The teenager's father hurried out ten gold soul coins and put them in a box stapled together by several planks.

“Reach out one hand. ”

Yan Ruyan reached out his hand to the old man. The old man pinched his hand twice and shook his head at him. “Your age is not right. You can go now. ”

The teenager stunned for a moment and turned to his father. Teenage children are rarely as mature as Tang San.

His father hurried to accompany him and said: "Teacher, my son just had his 13th birthday. Can you make it easier? ”

The old man was a little impatient: “Don't influence the people behind you. Don't you know the rules of the college? We only take children under the age of 13. Above thirteen years of age, none. You can go now. ”

”- [sic]“ Our registration fee... ”

The old man said unnecessarily: "Once you sign up, you will not return it. ”

The mud man is also three-pronged, and the father of the teenager couldn't help but be angry: “You are clearly lying about money. Refund our enrollment fee or we won't leave. We shouldn't have come if we knew this so-called Shrek Academy was such a mess. ”

The old man glanced at him and said faintly: “Baptism, someone wants to return the registration fee, you handle it. ”

On the ground next to him, a figure suddenly crept up, “If you want to return the registration fee, you can hit me and refund it in full. ”

This young man who drilled out of the side has a huge body, a blonde hair, and a full-bodied temper. Even more peculiar is that his eyes are full of eyes. He is only thirteen or four years old. He can look at him with dust, but obviously has a sense of shame and obscenity.

The teenager didn't talk much, his eyes sparkled, and all three souls of two hundred years and a thousand years came out of nowhere, and a powerful smell followed him.

The teenager's father's face changed dramatically, leaving us unlucky, pulling his own son and walking away.

The handsome teenager returned to sit aside and his eyes glanced coldly at the youngsters and parents who signed up behind him. The threat was obvious. The oppression brought about by the three rings is not something ordinary people can bear. At this time, he was like a fighter.

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