"Isn't it a matter of self-inflicted struggle to compete with Xiaoping?" Peng Qingfeng was watching the show. It was a very unusual feeling to slap this group of people in the face after facing ignorance.

"Just pretend they have never seen the full-scale talent." He Lan spread his hands, and had to say that this was indeed relieved.

I have been enduring for almost a year and it is time to hit these practitioners’ arrogant faces.

"Check! She cheats! It is impossible for mortal practitioners to have full-level talent!" The practitioner who was the first to find fault shouted. After his shouting, the crowd who was originally frightened suddenly felt comfort in his heart, and he thought so.

"These people are extremely vicious! In order to harm our Ling Academy, they do not hesitate to use evil ways to deceive us! Take them down!" With the order of the practitioner, several practitioners suddenly appeared around him surrounding the registration office.

"These practitioners are really shameless!" Even Pang Yan couldn't help but curse in a low voice, not only not believing in reality, but also deliberately wanted to erase them.

"Aren't they all like this?" Qin Kai was helpless. How many people would treat them equally these days?

"That! Please come over!" Suddenly, Cheng Jiji's voice reached the registration office of the entire film, and everyone looked at the fat man who was speaking.

He grabbed the hand of a female bone tester at the registration office with one hand and put the bone tester's hand on Deng Xiaoping's vein. At this time, the bone tester was shocked and motionless, and was stunned as if he was a ghost.

"I'll ask you, how talented is she? You won't tell them that the senior is just because he is handsome." Cheng Jiji was not afraid of danger, and still asked the bone tester with his dead fish eyes hanging down.

"It's true... it's full mark..." She originally thought that Deng Xiaoping used unknown techniques to disturb the crystal ball. After she repeatedly touched the bones, she finally realized that the talent was real. This shocked her values ​​so much that she didn't listen to any of the words outsiders.

"School Sister Si! What's going on with you?" One of the fourteen people surrounded her, shouted loudly, but she was already scared by Deng Xiaoping's talent and looked like she was terrified. Zhan Zhan trembled and looked at the seniors in front of her.

"It's really... full mark." She subconsciously repeated words to continuously relieve the huge amount of information in her heart. After verification by the students of the Ling Academy, how could it be wrong? This reality instantly hit everyone present, exclaiming that this is impossible.

"Don't tell me that we used evil magic to deceive the junior sister and let her tell lies to deceive everyone. It's you, you must be trying to say this next step." Cheng Jiji pointed to the first practitioner who found fault with him. Sure enough, he was in a stalemate shortly after he spoke, and Cheng Jiji had already said what he wanted to say in full.

"But, sorry, I guess the college still can't accept you." The junior poet stood up and whispered in a slight whisper.

"Because you mortal practitioners are even forty..." Before she finished speaking, Cheng Jiji slapped a brown scroll in front of her table, took back his originally lazy attitude, and stared at her seriously throughout the process.

"Ask your person in charge if you recognize this?" Cheng Jiji took out the scroll that was recommended to the Mausoleum Academy. This scroll is new to these students who were just freshmen last year.

"What is this?" Many students were particularly curious, but this was unheard of.

"It's not that you mortal practitioners made their own scrolls to enter the Mausoleum Academy." Someone guessed and laughed out loud.

"Why are all mentally retarded practitioners?" Ye Yun frowned. The atmosphere seemed annoying. If you stayed there, maybe you would be infected.

Cheng Jiji smiled at this and slapped the scroll tightly in front of everyone, and immediately exuded a momentum of not inferior to sixty silk from the scroll, causing everyone present to kneel down involuntarily.

This must be because the leader of the Qingshi Sect prevented them from being caught when they arrived in the Lingcheng City to register, and deliberately left their own momentum on each scroll. It happened that Cheng Jiji felt bored in the desert and tricked it out on his own in the middle of the night.

Now that the registration office has shown strong momentum, the head of the magistrate Academy will definitely appear, and the sect leader probably only left his momentum when he thought of this.

"The sect master has really used his conscience to us." Cheng Jiji smiled bitterly. Thinking that the sect master is no longer in the world, he couldn't help but feel regretful.

Sure enough, not long after, the momentum left by the sect master disappeared out of thin air. At the same time, an old man stepping on fire appeared in the sky, and he observed that he was a strong man with seventy silk cultivation.

"He Fang is here!" The old man shouted angrily, and everyone who had just gotten up soon collapsed again.

He is worthy of being a strong man with seventy cultivation skills, and his aura is almost unmatched by anyone. He was forced to kneel down and thought, he was probably a real strong man.

"That, I released it!" Cheng Jiji, who had just been shocked by the momentum that he had just released the scroll, raised the scroll in his hand and waved to the old man in the sky.

"This is the recommended scroll given to the Bluestone Gate by the dean!" The old man saw the brown and yellow scroll and immediately came down from the sky to walk on Cheng Jiji, snatched the scroll and read it carefully.

"It was the dean who gave it himself." The old man saw that the handwriting on it was all from the dean's pen, nodded and looked at Cheng Jiji sitting in front of him, and was slightly surprised.

"Sure enough, that boy Chu Lie won't give him anything to others." He put away the scroll and turned to face the students who were recruiting new students.

"Do you don't even know the dean's spiritual power and breath now?!" Every stroke on the scroll of his finger contains the spiritual power and breath of the dean of the Lun College, and there is a handwritten title at the end.

"The Qingshimen had kindness to our Mausoleum Academy back then, so the dean personally wrote the recommended scroll and gave the Qingshimen so that they had the opportunity to send talents to further their studies!" The old man scolded the students strongly and powerfully. He also had some understanding of the life-saving grace of the Qingshimen to the Mausoleum Academy. The collapse of the Blueshimen also made the Mingshimen sigh for a while, but now there are remnants of the Blueshimen disciples.

"It's better if you don't know this academic history. It's really regrettable that you can't even sense the spiritual power and breath!" The old man glanced at Deng Xiaoping next to Cheng Jiji while scolding him, and his expression became stunned in an instant.

The old man also stopped scolding at this time, turned his head and looked at the other twelve people, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"What kind of monsters did that guy Chu Lie take in..." He understood everyone's talents at a glance. These talents must be outstanding when put into the Mausoleum Academy.

He can no longer hold back his mood. He has a full talent that is rare in a century and must report it to the academy immediately.

"You fourteen are specially recruited, and you are allowed to enter the Mausoleum Academy." After that, he grabbed Deng Xiaoping and Cheng Jiji with one hand and came to the twelve people to crush the stones. The old man and the fourteen mortals disappeared in front of the registration office.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!