My Wuhun of Douluo is the Four Holy Beasts

Chapter 33 Yan’s Difficulties

"Can you release the martial spirit? I need statistical information." The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva and asked tentatively.

"Of course." Ye Fan nodded, and the fluffy clothes on his body suddenly became windless. A green mist appeared around him. The mist was thin and did not cover his whole body.

Under everyone's gaze, there was a dragon shadow behind Ye Fan.

Looking at the diamond-shaped dragon scales that reflected the sunlight on its body, and the dragon head that opened its mouth and roared silently, everyone said "lifelike" in their hearts.

There is such a strong sense of oppression. Most of the new students are signing up here. They have also heard about the Pope accepting a disciple. They have always been curious about the apprentice she has accepted.

But now, the curiosity in their hearts is gone.

Dragon-type martial souls are one of the few in Douluo Continent that stand at the pinnacle of martial soul quality. On the continent, there is a large family whose inherited martial souls are dragon-type.

"Please tell me your soul power so that I can assign you a class next."

The middle-aged man was secretly frightened by his martial spirit. He was a level 43 soul sect. He could vaguely feel that the other party's soul power level was not as good as his own, but the sense of oppression was still so obvious.

"Ye Fan, he has just turned six years old, and his soul power is level 21." Ye Fan said.

Everyone: "..."

Almost instantly, the originally whispering conversation disappeared in an instant, and everyone looked at him with a ghostly expression on their faces.

Hu Liena and others also opened their mouths slightly, and his voice echoed in their minds like thunder. The six-year-old soul power was level 21, the six-year-old soul power was level 21...

Yan also looked in disbelief, but after the shock, he became even more angry.

It took a long time for everyone to come back to their senses with difficulty and lift themselves up from the shock just now.

His throat rolled, and he swallowed saliva. The gurgling sound of swallowing saliva was also very obvious in this audible scene.

"No wonder he was accepted as a disciple by the Pope. I have such a talent that is beyond my reach." Some people were impressed, and basically everyone was convinced.

"Ye... Lord Shengzi, it turns out that you are Lord Shengzi. Please forgive me for my previous rudeness." Hu Liena narrowed her eyes.

She originally had an idea about his position, but now she no longer has one.

I am 12 years old this year, and my soul power is only level 29. In comparison, I am far behind him.

With a trace of bitterness in his eyes, Ye Fan said: "Thank you very much, sister, for bringing me here. Which classroom should I have?"

The next sentence he said was to the middle-aged man. The man hurriedly said: "Wait a moment, I will check which classrooms are still missing people."

Although it is now the recruitment season for Wuhundian Academy, it is already nearing the end and most classrooms are full.

He turned around and went under the work table behind him, opened the drawer, and flipped through various documents. His eyes quickly glanced over it, and finally, with a hint of embarrassment, he walked over to them.

Seeing the troubled look on his face, Ye Fan's heart twitched, wondering if something could go wrong?

"It's like this. The freshmen classroom is full. I'm afraid..."

He didn't dare to say anything else. To put it bluntly, he couldn't enroll in school.

But the person in front of him was her apprentice, and he didn't dare to offend him.

"Can't join?" Ye Fan frowned. Not being able to join the academy means that the next task cannot be completed smoothly. This is not what he wants to see.

The man frowned when he saw him, and his face immediately turned pale. Just when he thought he had offended him, Hu Liena on the side suddenly said: "Since the freshmen classroom is full, come to our sixth-year Class A. Our class has not yet Full."

It is indeed nonsense to let a six-year-old child jump to the sixth grade, but once you know his talent and soul power level, it will not be surprising.

Her words immediately caused huge waves in the crowd.

"Isn't this inappropriate? Nana." Xie Yue on the side couldn't help but interject: "His Royal Highness the Holy Son is only six years old this year. He jumped to our age without learning the most basic knowledge. It's a bit of a trick."

"That's right, you can't just open the back door for him just because he is the Pope's disciple." Yan on the side agreed.

I didn’t offend him either, right?Why are you targeting me like this?Ye Fan really couldn't stand him, so he turned to look at Yan and saw a hint of hidden joy on the other person's face.

He didn't understand why the other party was targeting him so much, thinking that this was the first time the two of them met!

He didn't think about being jealous at all. The main reason was that he overestimated his courage.

"Yan!" Hu Liena frowned into a small frown. She really didn't understand why a person could be so petty. The more he behaved like this, the more she hated him.

She yelled in a low voice, but Yan didn't pay attention to her yelling at all. Instead, he thought to himself: "Humph, the more you think about him, the more I will mess with him and cause trouble for him!"

Thinking of this, Yan said with a serious face: "If other people have this idea because of his leapfrogging, then the rules of the academy will be messed up."

"There are no rules and no rules. I don't think the Pope wants this place that was once the cradle of soul masters to be filled with smoke and smoke by a little kid."

His words made sense, and everyone around him nodded secretly.

People who can study in Wuhundian Academy are not only those who were born poor but were favored by God and have extraordinary talents, there are also descendants of various forces close to Wuhundian.

They also have extraordinary backgrounds, and they also have their own pride. If someone as old as themselves skips the sixth level directly, it is difficult for them to have other thoughts in their minds.

"Senior Yan is right. His Royal Highness the Holy Son should study with us. Anyway, it is impossible for you to fail the entrance examination with your talent."

The school year system of Wuhundian Academy is nine years. Starting from the first grade, you need to pass the entrance examination for each entrance to a higher school. Each entrance examination will increase your soul power by at least five levels, otherwise you will have to repeat the exam again.

"If you really treat me like a soft persimmon, then I won't be able to let you control me." Ye Fan's eyes were a little gloomy. At this moment, his eyes only reflected Yan's voice.

Don't get me wrong, he is not the only one in his eyes, but he is the only one who makes him angry.

He personally doesn't care whether he skips a grade or not. On the contrary, he hopes that he can stay in the academy for a longer time.

After all, with his own talent, and Wuhun Palace attaching so much importance to him, it was impossible not to allocate resources to him, and in the academy he could still be protected by Wuhun Palace, making him safer.

"I don't want to skip a grade. Please arrange a place for me. I'll start in the freshmen class." Although he said to him, his eyes were always on Yan.

"Okay." The middle-aged man nodded.

For him, it may be a little troublesome to randomly place a student, but it is not completely impossible. In addition, the other party is the Pope's disciple, so it is a piece of cake. After all, this college belongs to him.

(End of this chapter)