"Are you mistaken? This is the so-called Soul Master Academy, or an academy that claims to become a viscount after graduation!" There are other parents of students who come to sign up with the same skepticism as Ning Rongrong.

A young father said with some uncertainty, "This is what the people from the Wuhun Palace said, there should be no mistakes, but this academy is a little too messy."

The boy kept complaining to his father, "Dad, it's so embarrassing that I don't want to go to school here. I'd better go to Soto Intermediate Soul Master Academy. Why do I say that I was also a genius when I was in the Junior Soul Master Academy."

"Since you've come, just wait. Maybe this is just a test. The real academy is not here." The young father had to persuade him like this.

There were definitely a lot of similar words in the queue, and most of the teenagers and their parents showed disappointment on their faces. Ning Rongrong studied with Tianlin for so long and had learned a little bit of the ability to observe words and expressions.

She noticed that in the crowd, besides her, there were three people in the crowd, and their expressions did not change at all.

They were a pair of men and women in three positions behind her, and a girl in the last line. Tianlin taught her that in addition to the Drunken Immortal Moon Look, there was also Shushan's perception method. Therefore, she was extremely sensitive to soul power. The soul power of these people was only slightly inferior to her. If these people also joined this academy, she began to believe that this academy did have the capital to compete with the Wuhun Palace Academy.

The person in charge of the registration was an old man in his sixties. He was lazy and his clothes were very simple, and he looked no different from an ordinary villager. However, Ning Rongrong still felt that the old man had great soul power, at least above the Soul King.

If one or more powerful persons in the Soul King are responsible for registering, not to mention anything else, the faculty of this college will definitely be strong.

At this time, a young man came to the table to register. The old man said lazily: "The registration fee is ten gold soul coins, just put it in that box."

The young father, who was accompanying him, hurriedly took out ten golden soul coins and put them in a box made of several wooden boards aside.

"Extend a hand."

The young man Ruyan reached his hand in front of the old man. The old man pinched his hand twice, shook his head at him, and said, "You don't match your age, you can leave now."

The boy was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at his father, obviously hoping that his father would speak for him.

His father hurriedly smiled and said, "Teacher, my son just celebrated his thirteenth birthday. Look, can he be more comfortable?"

The old man said impatiently: "Don't affect the students behind you, hurry up and go away."

Seeing that he was so fierce, the father had no choice but to try to get his registration fee back, but the old man refused.

"Mu Bai, someone wants to repay the registration fee, you can deal with it!" the old man shouted lazily.

A handsome boy jumped from the tree, "If you want to pay the registration fee, you can hit me and get it all refunded."

As he said that, three soul rings of yellow and purple rose at his feet.

The appearance of the Thousand-Year Soul Ring made the father and son no longer dare to cause trouble and had to run away in shame.

"This guy is probably only two or three years older than my Brother Jian. Judging from his soul power fluctuations, he is about 37 levels. Of course, he is not as good as Brother Jian, but among the younger generation, it is probably rare." Ning Rongrong said intimately.

The 100,000-year soul beast is the number one in the Soul Master’s Dream List, and he is about to decide!
Chapter completed!