Chapter 70 Beware of the 12th Division
Hisagi Shureng, who was still reborn, also followed alone at the end of the team during this crusade mission.
This year's third rebirth is an alien.
There are several officer-level geniuses who have begun to resolve the four, five, and sixth. This is normal.
But even the weakest three chief executives have the combat power to approach the head office.
In the Spiritual Art Academy, the first life is to learn some brainwashing courses of the God of Death, and the second life is just a preliminary familiarity with the Killing Fist and Going Ghost.
And it’s less than a week since school started, what can they learn?
However, in this event, in order to test the stability of the Yihun Legion, Room 46 required a group of students from one rebirth and the other rebirth to cooperate with the experiment.
In the end, Vice President Daewona could only select four students from Liuhun Street from two years group and from the group with the weakest talent in Lingwei.
Unfortunately, Hisagi Shou was also on the list.
But he is not exactly a bad guy.
That day, because of Dao San, Xiubing entered the academy through the back door.
He had just entered the academy and was full of ambition, thinking about practicing hard, then catching up with Dao San, and then repaying his kindness that day for "doing nothing".
But in just a few days, Hisagi Shuai realized his talent and truly felt the difference between himself and those geniuses.
It’s not that he is unfair to treat it, but that he is not good at it.
The progress of spiritual pressure is quite slow.
The teacher guides the key points of the useless. Other students can get at least two hours of slow down. They know and apply the useless, even if they are just flirting with their legs, they cannot reach the level of the table.
But it takes three days to repair troops!
Only after three days of endless hours can we reach the lowest level of others.
He, Hisagi Shuai did not seem to have become the talent of the god of death.
Xiubing smiled bitterly and raised his head, seeing Dao San Hanyu walking in the front, surrounded by several seniors who had reborn five and reborn six.
'He probably won't need my help in his life.'
Xiubing shook his messy purple hair, remembering that he was in the office yesterday, and the teacher asked him, "Do you know Dao San Hanyu? If he has his relationship, you don't have to go there."
After all, it is just a level of rebirth, and it is very manipulable.
It’s not like a senior, but just the ranking starts from top to bottom, and students have no right to choose.
Although the military cultivation was still a little scared at that time, he still chose to persevere. He traveled through mountains and rivers to Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy, but he did not come to waste time.
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In the West Forty-nine District, the concentration of spiritual sons here and the Lingting Temple are already in heaven and earth.
Even a few students from Liuhun Street who were born in the college for a long time were not adapted to the surrounding environment.
He should be familiar with the place where Dao San came after his death, but at this time Dao San had no other emotions.
The surrounding area of Dao San was a little crowded, and even Dao San's small follower, Sanjo General, was squeezed to the periphery.
"Hello, I am Guaijoo who is born in the sixth reincarnation. After graduation, I should be in the tenth team."
If it was okay before, now I will be able to mention the Tenth Team again, Dao Sanhui will be a little embarrassed.
"Hello, I am Munsheng Yu of Liuhuisheng. After graduation, I will probably be under Captain Aizen..."
"Hello……"
Of course, there are also reserved students who do not come forward to talk and only smile faintly when they are intertwined with Dao San's eyes.
This is just a few, and most people are willing to make friends with this future upstart of death.
Must be strong and capable.
If you want to be born.
At least in the first article about the scandal between Dao San and the Broken Bee, Dao San Hanyu was wearing Shiba's clothes and star-pulling pliers that symbolize the nobles, surrounding Fenghua.
This is quite arbitrage, but no great nobles have come forward to find fault so far.
Dao San is naturally not a pretentious person, and he greets everyone enthusiastically.
"Sixth Rebirth Group, come with me."
Guajo Go, who had greeted Dosan before, could only smile helplessly, "Sorry, we have to take a step first."
Guaijo Yukiya didn't say anything about paying attention to safety. If even Hanyu Dao San had to pay attention to safety, they might die on the spot.
Immediately followed by the fifth and fourth rebirths, and about an hour passed in total.
The Benlang Yushi had a very novel camera hanging on it and jumped off the tree, "San Sheng, Hanyu Dao Sanshi comes with me."
Three rebirth?
I'm talking about me.
Why, you didn’t even mention the name of my noble Xia Dalu Liyueji.
Two groups of people, Benlang Yushi, first put down Xiguang and the General Officer's group, and finally sent Hanyu Dao San to a wilderness.
These things were announced yesterday and this morning.
Their so-called mission is actually to ensure survival under the continuous attacks of virtuality.
First of all, those groups with numbers engraved on their foreheads called "Romance of the Souls" are the first level of protection for them. Secondly, there will be death to supervise them and serve as the second level of protection.
"That's all for the time being, Hanyu." Benlang Yushi waved his hand.
Although Benlang is very enthusiastic to him, Dao Sanyi thought that behind the other party's enthusiasm was a bottomless rumor.
Dao San could not be friendly to the person in front of him.
"Come on, the latest technology of Lingting, you laugh and pose."
Turning his head, Benlang Yushi raised the camera hanging around his neck and took a snap.
"Hey, I haven't finished it yet!"
The golden retriever pouted, and he was the head of the Xia Dalu family. If he left indecent photos, wouldn’t he be on the headlines of the Yanlingting Communications?
I don’t know where the technology comes from, so the photos are released quickly.
Benlang Yushi happily took the photo, his unshaven face was a little obscene. He stuffed the photo into Dao San's hands in a few steps. His figures were intertwined, and he reminded him in a voice that only two people could hear, "Be careful of the 12th Team."
Benlang Yushi patted Dao San's shoulders, then turned around and waved his hands at the two girls, "Let's go."
Why did he help him? Dao San doesn't believe that Benlang Yushi, a guy who only knows how to make up random things, would be a kind citizen?
Li Yueji and No. 7 did not hear the words of the two, and the movements of the peddlers were quite obscure. Li Yueji was even monitoring the students and the sages of the Forty-sixth Room who did not notice this little detail.
The three of them left only one photo.
Li Yueji pouted in dissatisfaction.
After snatching the photo from Dao San's hand, Li Yueji turned her head and saw that the previous dissatisfaction was gone.
There were only two people in the photo. She didn't even show her face, so she left half of her body.
It’s okay for Hanyu Dao San, why don’t you shine my face in?
"Hey, I said, we three should also choose a captain." Li Yueji held her breasts that didn't exist, and she almost said "choose me".
"Sorry, my mission is to protect the garbage, not to obey the garbage leaders."
On the 7th, I came to District 49. This was the first time I spoke. I made Li Yueji angry with just one casual sentence.
Dao San, who had no topic on the side, smiled bitterly, frowned in an instant, and looked at the sky.
A black hole appeared inexplicably in the air, and dense arms began to extend out of the black hole, like a refugee fighting for food.
What poured out was the majestic and annoying spiritual pressure.
Black accent.
"Here,."
Chapter completed!