Douluo: The Legend of the Dragon King: Throne of the Void

Only now did Tang Wulin know what Long Hengxu meant yesterday when he said that he, Xie Xie, Zhou Changxi, and Yun Xiao would be punished for entering Class Five.

There are five classes for this freshmen class in the Intermediate Department of Donghai College. The higher the class number is, the higher the quality of the students. So there is no doubt that their fifth class of freshmen is the worst class among them, and they are at the bottom.

However, Tang Wulin did not feel disappointed because of this. When he awakened the Blue Silver Grass martial spirit as a child, he was ridiculed by his classmates and despised by his teachers, but he later became a spirit master through his own efforts. He believes that as long as he works hard, he will be rewarded.

Zhou Changxi and Yun Xiaoze shrugged their heads, unable to conceal their inner frustration. They were born into civilian families in Donghai City, and they experienced the cruelty of reality early on. Being assigned to Class 5, I'm afraid it's really difficult to have any hope of turning around in the future.

Only Xie Xie, who had a cold and arrogant face, didn't take it seriously. He was staring at Tang Wulin. Tang Wulin had just agreed to play another game with him after school, and this time he was definitely going to get back on his feet.

"The head teachers of each class will take your students back to the classroom. That's it, dismissal." Long Hengxu closed the document in his hand, then turned around and left. But before he left, his eyes paused on Yu Nanyuan, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The overall quality of this year's freshmen is far better than before. In addition to Zhang Yangzi, Wang Jinxi, and Wei Xiaofeng, three geniuses who had reached the level of two-ring great soul masters upon entering school, the dean's only grandson also entered the intermediate department of Donghai College as a freshman.

In the next few years, he must be the one who can stabilize the senior department.

There is a strong competitive relationship between Long Hengxu, who is also the dean of students, and the person in the senior department.

In front of the square, the five teachers who were standing behind Long Hengxu walked towards different classes.

Among these five teachers, there are three men and two women. Two of the female teachers were very young and beautiful, and looked to be in their twenties. Moreover, their appearance is five or six times similar, and they are a pair of sisters.

Ye Yingluo and Ye Yingrong. The two sisters are quite famous in Donghai Academy and have many suitors.

Relatively speaking, her sister Ye Yingluo's appearance and cultivation talent are slightly better, but her personality is a bit strong and arrogant. Ye Yingrong, on the other hand, looks kinder and sweeter, and is a new teacher.

Ye Yingluo and Ye Yingrong came to the front of freshman class one and freshman class three respectively. However, the eyes of the two sisters were invariably focused on the male teacher who was the head teacher of the fifth class of freshmen.

This male teacher was about twenty-seven or eight years old. His handsome appearance and his unique cold temperament instantly made the other two male teachers become mere foils.

He is over 1.9 meters tall, with a high nose and medium-thin lips. The whole person gives people an unusually upright feeling. He is dressed in white and is better than snow, without a trace of fireworks. His long, lake-blue hair spreads to his waist, matching his dark green eyes.

Dancing in the sky.

Through his unique temperament, Yu Nanyuan's eyes narrowed slightly and he recognized the identity of the male teacher at a glance.

Wu Zhangkong didn't pay attention to everyone's gazes at all. He looked around at the students of Class 5 with cold eyes, and then said expressionlessly: "Follow me."

It's just three short words, but just from its aura, you can feel a chill coming from deep within.

All the students in the fifth class of freshmen couldn't help but feel trembling in their hearts, and quickly followed Wu Zhangkong. The expressions of the other two male teachers changed for a while, and they each left with the students in their own classes. In Donghai College, almost no male teachers were willing to deal with Wu Zhangkong.

Not to mention being reduced to a foil, not many people could stand Wu Zhangkong's character.

But Wu Zhangkong's image in the eyes of Ye Yingrong, a young female teacher, was different. She felt that her heartbeat had accelerated significantly, and she pursed her red lips.

Apart from his somewhat cold personality, this dance teacher is impeccable. No wonder my sister, who has always been proud, would also...

"No one has ever rejected me, and you are the first. I will make you pay for this!" Ye Yingluo looked back, her beautiful eyes shining with determination and paranoia.

"Freshman Class 1, follow me back to the classroom."

Among the five freshmen classes in the intermediate department of Donghai College, the first and fifth freshmen classes have the smallest number of students. There are twenty students in the fifth class of freshmen, and there are only seventeen students in the first class.

Even among the group of soul masters, most of them are mediocre. After all, there are only a few who are particularly good and particularly bad. According to the requirements of Donghai College, as long as you have the potential to become a great soul master, you will be assigned to at least Class Four.

Zhang Yangzi, Wang Jinxi, and Wei Xiaofeng were talking solemnly about Wu Changkong. They all felt the aura Wu Zhangkong had just revealed. As for the other students in the freshman class, they rarely communicate with each other because they basically come from different places.

There are very few locals of Donghai City like Yu Nanyuan. From here we can also see that one of the more embarrassing aspects of Donghai City is that it lacks high-quality students and recruits more students from surrounding second- and third-tier cities or towns. To put it bluntly, it sucks blood from surrounding cities.

The reason why Shrek Academy has been able to endure for a long time is also due to this reason. Shrek Academy directly sucks blood from the entire continent.

The classroom for the freshman class is in the first room near the stairs on the second floor of the teaching building. The classes with higher rankings enjoy better treatment. The classroom was a large terraced classroom. While Yu Nanyuan and Zhang Yangzi were chatting, they came to the last row and sat down side by side. The view here is also the widest.

"Nanyuan, do you know the dance teacher from the fifth class of freshmen?" Zhang Yangzi was standing next to Yu Nanyuan, asking in a low voice with a strange look on his face.

After getting along yesterday, the relationship between everyone has become much closer.

Yu Nanyuan looked sideways and found that Wang Jinxi and Wei Xiaofeng were also looking at him curiously.

"I know something. This dance teacher is very strong."

Yu Nanyuan had only spoken half of his words when Ye Yingluo had already walked behind the podium, stretched out a pair of jade hands and moved her long pink hair behind her crystal earlobes, with a rather cold and glamorous aura.

"My name is Ye Yingluo. As expected, I will teach you in the next six years. The fact that you stand out from your peers and enter the first class has already proven your excellence. I believe that each of you will be able to Successfully be promoted to the senior department. This is also the ultimate goal that you need to strive for in the past six years."

Perhaps it has something to do with her own personal experience. Unlike Shrek Academy's repressive education, Ye Yingluo prefers to give students confidence.

"Let's introduce ourselves in order. Tell us your names, martial souls, soul power levels, and the direction you want to practice in the future. Ding Zhenzhu, let's start with you."

A bronze-skinned boy stood up from the first row of seats with some fear. Unlike the pampered rich children, his bronze skin was a little red, which seemed to be caused by the sea breeze all year round.

"Hello everyone. My name is Ding...Ding Zhenzhu." As soon as he opened his mouth, his thick accent immediately amused everyone present.

As a city that developed in modern times, Donghai City has a large immigrant population, and its official accent is more towards the center of the mainland. And Ding Zhenzhu obviously has the local accent of a remote fishing village on the eastern coast of mainland China.

Ye Yingluo raised her hand to stop the laughter in the classroom and encouraged Ding Zhenzhu: "Continue."

"My...my name is Ding Zhenzhu." Ding Zhenzhu's face turned red and he worked hard to correct his pronunciation.

"The martial spirit is a green light mirror, and the soul power is level 15. I want to become a mecha repairer in the future."

The level 15 soul power can only be said to be quite satisfactory among the freshman class.

Ye Yingluo responded in time: "Ding Zhenzhu's martial arts ability is special, and he is a special admission of the academy. He has been appointed by the Mecha Maintenance Department of the Advanced Department. After finishing his studies in the Intermediate Department, he will be directly promoted to the Advanced Department to continue his studies. You Now let me show you the ability of your martial spirit, and use it on the people around you."

"Yes, teacher." Ding Zhenzhu glanced at Ye Yingluo gratefully. He knew that Ye Yingluo was helping him dispel everyone's doubts. At that moment, he quickly circulated his soul power and released his martial soul.

As a white soul ring emerged from his feet, something similar to a magnifying glass appeared in his right hand. This is his martial spirit green light mirror.

Ding Zhenzhu held the metallic black handle of the green light mirror, blocked one of his eyes, and then looked at the other student next to him.

"The first soul skill is identification."

A faint white light suddenly passed over the student's body. Before he could react, green lights rose from the green light mirror in Ding Zhenzhu's hand, condensing into rows of illusory green. font.

Height: 150 cm

Weight: 45kg

Bone age: nine years, five months and four days

Martial spirit: Horse-like martial spirit, suspected to have a trace of the blood of the bright holy dragon.

Soul power level: Level 18

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Seeing the rows of data recorded in green fonts, the smiles on the faces of the students present gradually faded, and they all looked at Ding Zhenzhu in surprise.

Even Wei Xiaofeng, who was even more disdainful because of Ding Zhenzhu's white soul ring, was shocked by the ability of this soul skill at this moment.

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