Several consecutive sounds of stone statues shattered.

All the bodies of all the colorful tiger gods in the hall began to collapse.

Finally it turned into a touch of sand and soil, sprinkled all over the ground.

The holy will of the Korean War, bloody storm, can stimulate your own bloodline and burst out with more powerful destructive power.

It can also drain the other party's flesh and blood essence in an instant!

Extremely domineering and cruel!

These gods of the colorful tiger clan are the highest level of the gods, so how could they resist the will of the Korean War?

With just one breath, their bodies were exhausted and their flesh and blood were dying.

Such strange and cruel methods directly scared the courage of other races in the hall.

They have only read things like holy meaning in classics before.

In reality, this is their first experience.

Too strong!

Too shocking!

This is called Korean War, and at this moment it is like a tiger who accidentally entered the sheep pen!

No one can resist!

At that moment, some smart-minded races immediately knelt down with a thud.

He shouted in his mouth:

"King Su is mighty!"

"My night-traveling bat clan is willing to be loyal to King Su forever."

"Firmly support King Su's new regulations!"

"If there are other people who are dissatisfied, my Night Walk Bat Clan is willing to be the pioneer of King Su and trample on all disobedient people!"

The Night Walking Bat Clan was originally a medium-lower and weak race in the southern continent.

No matter when, there is no chance for them to speak.

But at this critical moment, they actually seized the opportunity and were the first to sworn allegiance.

This will definitely be remembered in this adult's heart.

Each of the racial leaders who were stronger than them was very upset.

They all started to kneel down and take oaths!

Plop ~

Plop ~

Suddenly, the whole hall was filled with kneeling and shouting.

At this point, the expression on Han Zhan's face was much more relaxed.

He stood up, came to everyone with a smile, and said to everyone:

"Hahaha, OK."

"King Su is still very kind!"

"Get up quickly, get up quickly."

"As long as you are obedient in the future, keep your race safe in the main world in the future."

"By the way, King Su is going to set up a school and said he wants to provide training for you."

"There is quite a lot of content, and I can't finish it in a while."

"The general meaning is to teach you knowledge, let you all become civilized, build a harmonious home together, etc."

"This is a good thing."

"You all must go in this hall today."

"Only you can learn it, you can go back and teach your tribe members well."

"Now, everyone will pay the tuition."

"Well, it's not expensive. Just give me 100 9-grade spiritual materials per person."

"hey-hey."

Speaking of tuition fees, especially when he said 100 9-grade spiritual materials, Han Zhan's expression became subconsciously excited.

The voice was trembling.

He even couldn't help but rub his hands.

The domineering and handsomeness just now ran away in an instant.

No wonder the Korean War was like this.

Since this kid met Su Bai, he has almost always remained penniless and heavily in debt.

He is really scared of poverty.

100 9-grade spiritual materials were astronomical figures that he never dared to imagine before.

But the gods in the hall were confused at this moment.

School?

What's that thing?

We are all gods, so we still need to go to school?

Moreover, this god-level boss is a bit different from what we imagined.

How do you think of him and care so much about those common things?

100 9-grade spiritual materials?

You are already a saint, what do you want this thing to do? What's the use?

It's totally incomprehensible!

Although I was a little surprised, the people in charge of various races were not idle.

They all respectfully ran to the Korean War and handed over enough "tuition fees".

Then he stood respectfully and prepared to listen to the arrangements behind the boss.

But after receiving the money, Han Zhan's body trembled suddenly.

His back was turned to everyone, not allowing others to see his almost wet eyes.

Finally, he shouted wildly at the door:

"Come here, take these guys to Zhang Daneng's lecture hall."

After saying that, his figure disappeared directly into the hall.

Go straight to the resource treasure house of the Pancao Tiger Clan!

That guy is almost a fight!

...

Northeastern area of ​​the stagnant swamp.

Zhang Daneng was standing in front of a huge palace uneasy.

Walking backwards with your hands behind your back.

This is the place for teaching and training for elites of all ethnic groups.

Moreover, Han Zhan had just heard from him that the first batch of students were already on the way to transport them.

It should be arrived at noon.

Although, after being guided by the Korean War last time, Zhang Daneng was no longer clueless and had no confidence at all.

But on this day, he was still a little nervous.

About ten minutes later, a convoy of cloud vehicles drove in the distance.

Zhang Daneng knew that this should be the so-called first batch of students.

I don’t know what kind of crooked melons are all.

After the Yunche convoy arrived on the huge square outside the teaching palace.

A true god-level powerhouse from the Jiuyou Tianshou Python clan led the Jiuyou clan guard who had been waiting here for a long time and went forward directly to surrounded all the cloud cars.

Then, he shouted to everyone with a serious expression:

"Everyone has it, get off the cloud car!"
To be continued...