The Onmyoji of Douluo World

The yellow spirit ring rose from the young Link's feet and then wrapped around him.

Seeing that Kong Jing had no intention of releasing his martial soul and soul ring, Link frowned.

The duel has begun. If you don't release the martial soul and soul ring, you won't blame him if you lose.

This is the iron rule of Wuhun Academy. Once a duel begins, it is a matter between two people. As long as no one is killed, you can play whatever you want.

"Newcomer, a little crazy."

Link roared softly, the yellow soul ring shone, and the light of electromagnetic sparks flashed between his palms.

"The first soul skill, Thunder Claw"

With his right hand clenched into a claw shape, Link began to sprint towards Kong Jing.

When possessed by the martial spirit, Link's body movements were like a cheetah hunting prey. Thunder greeted the leopard's shadow, and he rushed in front of Kong Jing in just an instant.

"The first soul skill, Yan Ling Shou"

Kong Jing sighed. He should ask his teacher if he wanted to protect his secret, but now it seems that he can't.

A four-color halo rose from Kong Jing's feet, and instantly turned into a blue barrier to protect Kong Jing.

Link's palm touched the barrier, but there was no possibility of moving forward.

"How can it be"

Whether it was the four-color soul ring floating around Kong Jing, or his own soul skill being blocked, Link was already extremely frightened in his heart.

"How is it possible? I don't know how it is possible."

Seeing the helpless look of help coming from his students, the teacher could only turn his head away and pretend he didn't see it.

His heart had begun to roar.

What kind of ghost ring is this?

Four colors

It’s not the four colors of white, yellow, purple, black and red.

Not feeling the movement of the groundhog in the teacher's heart, Kong Jing took a deep breath and opened the folding fan in his right hand, revealing a dark shadow scroll. The figure with silver hair, black armor, and blue-purple fireworks also appeared in it. Behind Kong Jing.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

The blue-purple arrogance turned into a dark vortex, and a mini door depicting countless monsters and monsters quietly opened behind Link.

The moment the purple-red light eroded Link's body, a ghost hand rose from the ground and pinched Link's body directly.

"not good"

The teacher on the side shrank his pupils. He felt energy fluctuations in this soul skill that were no less than his own.

You know, he is a soul sect

"Martial spirit, Jianzhu's first soul skill, Bamboo Leaf Sword"

Dozens of slender bamboo leaves twisted around Link's body, and the leader appeared in front of Link in an instant.

The ghost hand tore apart and exploded, and the loud sound attracted the attention of many people.

Devour it all with ghost hands

The air waves dissipated, the smoke and dust settled, and a green light protected the teacher's body and Link's body in the middle.

"Little guy, you really made a little too much noise."

The old voice reached everyone's ears, and the leading teacher immediately bowed in the direction of the voice.

"Bishop of Urdi"

笃~

笃~

笃~

An old man carrying a deadwood cane came over. His eyes when he looked at Kong Jing were so cloudy, but it made Kong Jing feel as if he had been seen through.

"Your Majesty Bishop."

After dispersing his martial soul and soul rings, Kong Jing also saluted Uldi. He didn't want his image to collapse in the heart of a bishop for no reason.

"Little guy, who is your teacher?"

Uldi's cloudy pupils turned, and his voice became very hoarse, as if he was hiding some throbbing.

"Your Majesty Bishop, my teacher is His Highness the Pope."

Because he was not told not to reveal his identity, Kongjing sold his teacher out immediately.

Udyr's whole body was sluggish. He raised his trembling hand several times and put it down helplessly.

"Forget it, forget it, it's my luck to gain it, or my life to lose it~ It doesn't matter, I am an old man who is about to be buried, and I really can't teach you a genius like you."

Uldi turned around quietly and left like a ghost.

The three people present looked at each other, not knowing what expressions to show.

"cough cough"

The teacher who led the way was the first to react. After coughing twice, he said to Kong Jing, "Kong Jing, you have passed the test. Now you are officially a member of the junior class of Wuhun Academy."

The corner of Link's mouth twitched next to him. He had already felt the fear of death from the attack just now.

This guy is actually a member of the junior class

So how should I, the boss of the junior class, handle myself?

For a little guy of about ten years old, it was good that he didn't break down crying when he encountered this kind of situation. He was still in the mood to think about these things. After all, it made a difference in the world.

Soon, the teacher who led the way completed the procedures for Kongjing to enter the class.

But Dean Martin suddenly appeared and took Kong Jing away directly.

The teacher looked at the document in his hand and suddenly wanted to scold his dean.

Trapping someone is not just about grabbing someone to trap him. If you told him earlier that you were going to upgrade him to an advanced class, do I still need to go through all the trouble for him?

The teacher expressionlessly tore up the document in his hand. Link next to him shivered and did not dare to speak.

On the winding path inside Wuhun Academy, Martin walked slowly, while Kong Jing stood aside and looked at the surrounding scenery curiously.

If he hadn't often seen practicing plant-type soul masters, he might have thought that this place was some kind of scenic spot or tourist attraction.

"Xiao Kongjing, do you have any thoughts about me making an exception for you to be promoted to the advanced class?"

Martin didn't lower his head, he just walked slowly, seeming to enjoy this feeling.

Kongjing answered honestly, "I don't have any feelings. It's the same study anywhere."

Martin smiled and shook his head, "Just like your grandpa, he's a ghost."

The journey must be completed, and before long, Martin brought Kong Jing to a large classroom.

Opening the door, Kong Jing was surprised to find that he saw two familiar people in this classroom.

One is my senior sister, Hu Liena

There is another one, the bishop we saw before, Urdi

"Oh, what's the matter with Mr. Dean coming to our advanced class?" Uldi turned his head, saw Kong Jing, his eyes lit up, and he immediately thought of something.

He asked his dean very easily.

The corner of Martin's mouth twitched, and his face looked a little ugly.

"It's weird, I remember it's Kelly's class today, why is this guy Urdi taking classes here?"

Kong Jing stood beside Martin and heard Martin's murmur very clearly.

Then he saw a scene that stunned him.

Martin showed a chrysanthemum-like smile, looked at Uldi and said loudly.

"Teacher Uldi, I'm just here to bring a new student to join your advanced class. Kong Jing, come here."

As soon as Martin exerted his strength, Kong Jing staggered several steps as if his body was out of control, and rushed directly to Urdi's side.

Then, he stood firm and looked back, and saw Dean Martin who had already dodged away.

Why does this figure look like he is running away in despair?

The next moment, Kong Jing understood why Dean Martin ran away.

"Well, why did the dean suddenly send Kong Jing to the advanced class?"

"Kong Jing is obviously a student in the junior class."

"Could it be that the dean has seen my thoughts and wants to find me an heir?"

"That's not right. The dean should know that Kong Jing is a disciple of His Highness the Pope. That means he wants me to offend His Highness the Pope."

"I remembered that a few days ago, I seemed to have seen him doing something in the backyard of the college. Maybe he exposed his scandal and he wanted to take revenge on me."

"Fortunately, I'm smart and I was almost taken into the pit."

"If you want to use my eagerness to retaliate against me, you really deserve to be a dean like an old fox."

Kong Jing stood aside and looked at Bishop Urdi who kept nagging. His tall image of the bishop collapsed in his heart.

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