Douluo: Starting from the Spirit of Time Worm

Brady stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, and said to the two teachers in front:

"It seems that this class can no longer go on. Everyone is more or less interested in the juniors who want to join our class. In addition, Vidal's promotion to the next grade has also attracted the attention of many people...

"In this case, let's all go to the training ground to see my challenger and the three newcomers who want to go directly to the third grade as soon as they entered school."

The black-clothed teacher shook his head helplessly and said to Yu Xinxue:

"Teacher Yu, you are not just taking up a few minutes... You are taking up my entire class."

Yu Xinxue smiled between her eyebrows:

"Sorry, sorry, Teacher Tian, ​​how about I give you two classes?"

This way I can slack off openly...she thought to herself.

"That's not necessary. It happens that I am also quite interested." Tian Honghai, who was wearing black, shook his head, "Then everyone go to the training ground. This class will be changed to practical teaching. "

The training ground is composed of circular arenas that are ten meters high and more than thirty meters in diameter, which are consistent with the arena specifications of the preliminary round of the Elite Competition of Advanced Soul Master Colleges across the continent.

In fact, the entire third grade of Northland College is centered around the Soul Master Competition. Familiarizing with similar venues in advance can allow students to perform better after the actual competition.

Amon sat on the edge of the arena, his feet hanging naturally, his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

Yan Jin and Lei Yin sat on his left and right sides, looking around idly.

Vidal stood behind them, looking at a group of people coming from a distance, and reminded: "Here they come."

Amon opened his eyes, stroked the edge of his glasses with his right hand, and chuckled, "It's a big battle."

Vidal clicked his tongue, "This is a whole class. "

Without waiting for them to get close, Amon pushed the floor of the ring with his hands and jumped down.

Lei Yin followed suit and jumped down with the same action.

Yan Jin kicked the wall of the ring and turned two and a half times in the air before landing steadily.

The crowd approached, Brady and Vidal's eyes collided in mid-air, and the air seemed to be full of gunpowder.

Both of them were determined to participate in the Soul Master Competition and were trying to form their own teams.

There were many noble children in the academy who wanted to form their own teams. Since the Soul Master Competition was mainly a team battle, the same team could not accommodate too many noble students with the same functions, so there was bound to be competition between them.

In order to win the internal selection competition of the academy, the leaders of each team used various means, either giving resources or promising benefits, to win over the nobles. Recruit talented students whose families are not so good.

Because of this competition system, the captains of the Northland College are often students with rich family backgrounds.

Although Vidal had not been promoted to the third grade before, he was also preparing for it. He and Brady had a conflict over recruiting a talented student.

Brady regarded Class 1 as his base. In his mind, the students here were all candidates for his future team members. Therefore, he was wary and hostile to Vidal, the intruder.

The confrontation between them attracted the attention of the whole audience, and the students seemed to have forgotten the main purpose of their coming here.

"It's not the time yet. I will wait for you. Two years later, I will completely defeat you in the selection competition. "Brady said in a condescending tone.

The start time of the Elite Competition of Advanced Soul Master Colleges across the continent is three years later, but the internal trials of the Northland College will be held in two years.

In the remaining year, the college will concentrate all its resources to train the team that wins the trials.

"Although the situation has changed a little, since you said so, how can I avoid it? You must be the one who fails." Vidal glanced at Amon and smiled confidently.

Brady is indeed strong. He doesn't have much chance of winning now, but he is not so strong that he cannot be challenged.

And Amon defeated himself easily in the previous battle. The gap in strength is simply desperate.

Amon watched this scene quietly and whispered: "Interesting."

Yu Xinxue felt that it seemed to be off topic. She coughed lightly and said:

"Okay, if you have anything to say, go and communicate by yourselves later. Now let's start the assessment... Who will go first?"

Niu Shaopeng jumped onto the stage and looked down at Amon and others, "Come on at random. "

His eyes were on Amon, and it was obvious that this was his favorite opponent. He didn't want to fight with the other two kids.

Winning is normal, but losing is embarrassing.

A flash of lightning, Lei Yin appeared a few steps away from him, "Let me do it."

Niu Shaopeng's expression was slightly condensed. Just by the speed he showed when he got on the stage just now, he knew that this was not an easy opponent.

Yu Xinxue jumped onto the stone pillar on the other side that was higher than the ring. This was the referee's position.

Others went to another ring. The audience seats were too far away for viewing, and all the people present were soul masters, so there was no need to worry about being accidentally injured.

"Lei Yin, come on, knock him down." Yan Jin shouted excitedly.

"Niu Shaopeng, a level 32 defense-based battle soul master." Niu Shaopeng reported his name, level, and development trend.

"Lei Yin, a level 23 agility-attack-based battle soul master." Lei Yin also returned the greeting.

When he just left Frost Leaf City, he was level 22. He did not waste this time, and his soul power increased by one level.

"Agility attack system vs. defense system? How long will this fight last?" The student in black and white clothes yawned and said indifferently.

Then, he shouted to the two of them:

"You guys move faster, I want to see the little girls beating each other. I want to see them tearing their hair and clothes, so don't wait any longer."

"Huh?" Two unkind eyes were focused on him.

Yan Jin shook his fist at him.

Binglan said: "Bateman, after the assessment, you and I have a fight."

The careless Bateman whistled, "Want to teach me a lesson? You're still a little behind."

Binglan was silent for a moment, and then said: "Then fight with me next month. I'm level 30."

Bateman's expression was stagnant, and he followed his heart and said:

"Are you going to be promoted to Soul Lord? Hahaha, I just made a joke, don't take it to heart, fighting or something, how bad it is... classmates should love each other."

On the ring, Niu Shaopeng had already revealed his martial spirit, which was a blue-striped buffalo, a rough-skinned and thick-flesh spirit beast that was said to have a trace of the blood of the azure bull python.

After being possessed by the martial spirit, double horns grew on his head, his face became somewhat deformed, and his figure became more burly.

Moo...

He blew out two streams of hot breath from his nostrils, his eyes bright.

On the other side, thunder exploded, lightning flashed, and the sound of thunder was enveloped in a silvery lightning.

He waved his hand, and a bolt of lightning rushed towards Niu Shaopeng at lightning speed.

The latter did not dare to be careless, and at the same time he waved, he had already activated his first soul skill.

Niu Shaopeng's skin became as wrinkled as a tree, glowing with a hazy green light.