Chapter 1 The first one     Enrollment?

Douluo Continent, Barak Kingdom.

At the entrance of a village where there are almost no supervision from the Wuhun Hall and there are about hundreds of families, today, although the sun is so hot that it makes people feel a little burning in their skin, there are long queues here at this time.

In the team, there were basically two adults and a child aged 11 or 2, as if they were signing up somewhere.

At the entrance of the village, there were some tables that looked a little worn. Behind the table was an old man who looked over sixty. On the shabby arch, there was a plaque that was also worn, to be inaccurately ragged.

The five words engraved on it are already a bit vague but still recognizable, Shrek Academy.

"Good guy, it's better to see it at first sight than to hear it."

"This Shrek Academy is actually much worse than I thought when I read the novel."

In the team, a young man was pressing his palm on his forehead, blocking the light of the scorching sun in the air towards him, looking at the broken door ahead, and complaining.

"I guess my grandma is going crazy when she looks for me now."

When he thought about leaving a note for his grandmother when he left, he left, a melancholy look that was not in line with his age appeared on Meng Yi's face.

"Are you wrong?"

"Is this really a soul master academy?"

"Are you still claiming to be a Soul Master Academy that can become a Viscount of the Empire after graduation?!"

Just as Meng Yi was waiting bored, familiar lines rang in front of the team.

I saw a boy about twelve years old, looking at Shrek's extremely tattered door and said something strange.

Listening to the boy's words, the father standing beside him said a little unconfidently, "It should be true, after all, it was said by the people from the Wuhun Hall, but this academy is indeed a bit too messy."

It’s no wonder they had this idea. After all, if it weren’t for the time traveler, Meng Yi would never believe that there were two soul masters of the Soul Saint level hidden in such a ragged academy.

You know, in the territory of the Barak Kingdom, there are few intermediate soul master academies that can have soul saint-level deans. Soul Emperors are extremely rare in this remote little kingdom.

The words of the two passers-by did not attract Meng Yi's attention, but turned their eyes to the girl in a pink dress standing in front of the team and a boy in a blue vest.

"Dog Tang San!"

Looking at the two figures, Meng Yi couldn't help but curse in his heart.

Meng Yi, who has seen the first three Douluo movies, has no fondness for people like Tang San.

There is medicine dust in the Endless Fire Realm, and Yu Xiaogang is not seen in the Divine Realm, which is the best satirical of Tang San's character at this time.

However, although he didn't like Tang San, he was not a messenger of justice. The ambition of scattering all the unfair things in the world would definitely not appear in Meng Yi.

As long as Tang San doesn't provoke him, Meng Yi will naturally be too lazy to provoke him.

If it weren't for his broken system, Meng Yi wouldn't have come here. He lived with his grandmother on the island. I wonder how comfortable he was.

Yes, as a time traveler, the system is naturally the standard configuration. If it weren't for the system's sign-in, Meng Yi would never have been suffering from a long journey.

"Sorry, the registration fee will not be refunded or exchanged."

"Why?!"

"Why?! Do it by strength?!"

A sudden noise interrupted Meng Yi's thoughts, but when she heard it, Meng Yi knew that the source of the noise should be the father and son in the original work who asked for a refund of the registration fee because they were not selected.

What a pity, even if you give the other party a soul emperor and a soul master?

Apart from the old man sitting behind the table, the strong man beside him should be Dai Mubai.

Looking at Dai Mubai beside the old man, Meng Yi couldn't help but feel contempt. Just because of the succession system of the Xingluo Empire, he fled to Shrek Academy. He was so depraved that he didn't even have the idea of ​​fighting for it. He was such a coward.

Every day I am immersed in the pile of women, and I have that face to Zhu Zhuqing.

Meng Yi naturally looked down on such behavior. If he had the chance, he had to find a way to get Zhu Zhuqing out of the sea of ​​suffering.

Under the suppression of the old man's Soul Emperor's level cultivation, the father and son had to leave in disgrace. There was no way, Soul Emperor...

Although it is not a top cultivation level, it is still a strong man in this small Balac Kingdom.

However, looking at the proud look on Dai Mubai's face, Meng Yi felt a little contempt in his heart. He was a coward who had escaped, and he didn't know where he felt superiority from and looked at these people who came to sign up condescendingly.

With the lessons of this father and son, many people who did not meet the conditions also took their children away directly. After all, the registration fee is not cheap.

Because most people left, the length of the team was greatly reduced, and soon, they arrived at Meng Yi.

In front of Meng Yi, there were two girls with outstanding appearances.

The jewel-like girl wearing all over her body must be Ning Rongrong, and the cold girl in black next to her should be Zhu Zhuqing.

"Not bad, but little girl, do your family know when you come out?"

"whee."

Ning Rongrong did not choose to answer the old man's question, but just smiled and walked into Shrek Academy.

After Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing entered the academy, it was Meng Yi's turn to take the test.

"Extend your hand."

Listening to the old man's words, Meng Yi stretched out his right hand and asked the other party to test his bone age.

After exploring for a while, the old man said, "No, I'm just twelve years old. You know the rules of the test, and release your own martial soul."

"good."

Meng Yi did not pull back his right hand, but flipped it upwards directly, silently chanting in his heart, "Martial soul, appear!"

Then, green light appeared, and a tree condensed on Meng Yi's right hand.

Behind Meng Yi, two bright yellow century-old soul rings also appeared.

"Level 28th level soul power, good."

"But, is your martial soul just an ordinary tree?"

A trace of surprise flashed through the old man's turbid eyes, and he couldn't help but lean forward and asked.

"Tree?"

"Isn't this the most ordinary plant martial soul?"

After hearing the old man's words, the children lined up behind Meng Yi began to talk.

After all, although a tree is better than a martial soul like Blue Silver Grass, it is all a useless martial soul, just a worse person than who is.

"Yes, this is indeed a tree, but..."

Meng Yi looked at the old man and planned to explain.
Chapter completed!