hunter rule

"I am Turing Adolf. First of all, congratulations on coming here... This is not so wonderful, and there are even some bad places."

Such information instantly appeared in Zhao Guangli's mind, as if it happened naturally. It originally existed in his long-ago memory, but he suddenly thought of it at this moment.

"Boy...what happened?"

Su Lin noticed that something was not right with Zhao Guangli and the people around him.

The expressionless Chen Zhi opened his eyes at this moment and observed the top of the sky with interest.

"The dean of Tianxuyuan... Turing Adolf..."

Zhao Guangli only said these few words, and Su Lin's expression changed drastically.

Fragments of information spread from the depths of Zhao Guangli's soul.

A strange power spreads infinitely.

"Turing Adolf."

"Turing Adolf."

"Turing Adolf."

Every cell in Zhao Guangli's body seemed to be calling this name.

"This place is terrible and depressing...everywhere stinks."

"It's just like this world, but we still need to protect it, don't we?"

"I am the dean of Tianxu Academy, Turing Adolf, welcome you to join..."

"Tianqiyuan."

Boom!

The energy that transcends everything explodes, it cannot be resisted or disobeyed!

Any energy contained within it is of no use at all.

Depression, fear, and helplessness are almost everyone's thoughts.

Zhao Guangli gasped and lowered his head slightly.

monster.

What a complete monster.

"Turing Adolf, one of the most terrifying old monsters in the Sky Drive Alliance, a super professional who stands at the top of mankind, [the ancestor of intelligence], [the information controller]..."

There was only endless shock in Su Lin's words.

Too strong.

It's really too strong.

Can the professional system alone really achieve this level of combat effectiveness?

This is already a god.

On the high platform.

"It seems that the dean has taught them a good lesson."

The middle-aged man wearing a gray robe and a monocle had a funny look on his face: "No matter how talented a person is, he will inevitably be shocked by the dean, are you right?"

One of the four professors at the front is the man called Ming Zhi.

"Sister Gu, are you still asleep?"

The man with a monocle turned to look at the woman holding a book in her hand.

The woman named Gu Chaoran didn't make any movements, as if she was intoxicated in her own world, which made Mingzhi a little boring.

"Andre, what do you think?"

The red-haired and blue-eyed man glanced at Ming Zhi, his face cautious and serious: "The dean is a being that even we must look up to, and by taking such action, we overestimate the status of these new students."

Mingzhu smiled: "I don't know if the dean will like this answer."

In the center of the sky.

Everyone was immersed in the horror just now.

How high can humans reach and how high can they climb?

Wen Yangxiu smiled: "Thank you, Dean Turing."

"Your will is our will."

"Your will is our will."

Everyone lowered their heads and chanted in a low voice.

No matter whether they are nobles or commoners, students or professors.

So powerful that it overwhelms everything else, and nothing else matters.

"Then, comes the main process of today."

"Mentor Selection."

Wen Yuanxiu smiled: "Professors, associate professors, and researchers from our four major departments will select the new students they want in the battle of death in the world."

"This is a very serious and serious choice, related to the road ahead in the next two years."

Coming.

It's finally here.

All the students who were still there during the day became excited, with expectations in their hearts.

Zhao Guangli already understood that this was probably similar to the basketball league draft in previous lives.

“I’m really looking forward to it.”

"It finally begins."

"Damn it, I was eliminated in the first round..."

Wen Yang walked down the steps in a graceful manner. Her clothes were exquisite and close-fitting, attracting many eyes.

"In this instructor selection session, the extraordinary item [Book of Meaning] will still be used."

"Use special black ink to write your name, which means you have determined your target and concluded a master-disciple contract."

"First of all, the chief professors from our four colleges will select the students they want to study."

The chief professors of the four colleges naturally refer to the four people at the front of the stage.

Jorge, Ming Zhu, Gu Chaoran, and Andre.

"Professor Jorge, please." The uniformed staff member bowed with admiration and handed an ink-colored book to a man.

This is a middle-aged man of about fifty years old with pigtails and a battle armor. He has a thick unibrow and is ruthless.

Professor Jorge didn't seem particularly happy to Zhao Guangli. Zhao Guangli didn't know why...but it didn't matter, it had nothing to do with him.

The middle-aged man took the black pen without any hesitation.

"Professor Jorge Andres chose classmate Song Tingyu."

There is a slight hint of calm in the sky at this moment.

Many eyes focused on Zhao Guangli.

Zhao Guangli looked calm.

Song Tingyu was seriously injured by Zhao Guangli and had already been sent to the hospital for treatment. Even the mentor could not come this time.

"Boy, this guy named Jorge seems to be a little hostile to you."

Su Lin whispered.

Zhao Guangli naturally wanted to do it.

It seems that Professor Jorge had originally planned to accept Song Tingyu as a student.

Zhao Guangli nodded silently. He was a little sleepy, but he didn't fall asleep at the moment.

Because no one knows better than Zhao Guangli that his embarrassment today has probably not begun yet.

"Professor Mingzhi, please."

Chen Zhi raised his head slightly: "Nuo, that's Ming Zhi, Ming Vale's current spokesperson..."

"If anyone can be your mentor, it should be him."

Zhao Guangli looked at the man with a monocle on the stage: "Why."

"Ming Zhi's reputation in the Emperor's Capital is very poor. His students are almost all members of Ming Clan's own family. People with foreign surnames who enter his system are almost treated like dogs, and it is impossible to come into contact with the core things.

"

While Zhao Guangli was pondering, Ming Zhu on the high platform looked at the young people below the stage seriously. He smiled and behaved kindly: "Classmates, do any of you want to be my student?"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar throughout the world.

"If you want, just raise your hand."

Ming Zhi said with a smile.

boom!

At least dozens of people raised their hands.

This is a clear weapon!

Chief professor of the branch!

The eyes of those students who were ranked at the bottom in the Heavenly Death Battle and had no chance of being favored by the professor originally raised their hands with great effort, fearing that they would be left behind.

Zhao Guangli shook his head slightly.

No nobles raised their hands, they were all civilians. This was the biggest problem.

"Well, there are so many. Let me take a look and pick out a few that are pretty good."

Ming Zhi's friendly appearance made all the freshmen more fond of him.

"This guy Mingzhi has started again."

In the distance, Beatote's face twitched.

This guy is like this every year, and his style of conduct has never changed.