Corpse Soul Realm, Flowing Soul Street.

Looking at the long team in front, Zhao Huan was almost desperate. "Why are there so many souls these days?"

If you want to enter the Soul Realm, you must first line up and get the so-called "organization volume", and the upper level decides where you want to live.

Judging from the identity arranged by the space for himself, I should be the Liuhun who has just entered the corpse soul world, but this time the main line is too crap, "The main mission: seize the Bengyu, seize the Bengyu from Aizen's hands, and reward 50,000 gods and demon points and a golden order."

It was clear that I got the Bengyu from Aizen's hand. This was a death sentence. Not to mention 50,000 or 500,000, but it seemed that the main task was forced and must be completed. Zhao Huan wanted to cry without tears. Fortunately, he could stay in the world of Death. It seemed that Death could live for hundreds or thousands of years. I think the space must have left him enough time to practice and not let him face **oss from the beginning.

"Hey, boy, it's you." A dead god shout interrupted Zhao Huan's thoughts.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was thinking about something just now." Zhao Huan quickly came to his senses.

"From your kid's appearance, you know that you are not thinking about something good, what's your name?"

"Name?" Zhao Huan was stunned, and then a sneer appeared, "Zhao Huan." Anyway, this mission space is the only one, so it doesn't matter if you don't need a code name.

“Ziliuhun Street 51 District…”

After a few days of leaving, Zhao Huan saw his future residence - a dilapidated wooden house that was obviously disrepaired.

"Okay, people should be content, at least they have not been assigned to the eighty district..." Zhao Huan had to use Ah Q's spirit to comfort himself.

But I can't waste my time. I heard that a few days will be the day when Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy recruits people. After all, I am a soul with more than 100 combat power, so I should be able to enter.

Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy is not inside Jingling Court, but between Jingling Court and the front areas of Liuhun Street. Zhao Huan traveled for a long time before he arrived at Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy. When he saw the team that was longer than before receiving the "organization copy", Zhao Huan felt that he was going to have a tragedy again.

As the biggest opportunity for the souls of Liuhun Street to jump over the dragon gate, every year when Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy recruits students, many people come to take the exam, hoping to change their destiny.

But it is not that easy to change your destiny. Although the entrance examination only requires spiritual pressure to meet the standards. There are no less than tens of thousands of people who can enroll in school every year, but very few of these people can truly graduate and be assigned to the Thirteenth Team of the Guarding Court or other institutions, only hundreds of people. And the rest of the people who fail to graduate with excellent grades can only become the so-called lower-level god of death and carry out the task of guarding the door and road construction.

After waiting for more than a day, it was finally Zhao Huan's turn and walked to the center of the examination room confidently. A lower-level god of death threw him a form, "Fill in the basic information and use that spiritual power ball to test the intensity of the spiritual pressure."

Zhao Huan finished the form and picked up the spiritual power ball and input the spiritual pressure into the spiritual power ball. Soon, a blue light burst out from the spiritual power ball. It felt very similar to the way Rukia Kuchiki condensed the spiritual power ball with her hands in front of Ashani Renji.

"The spiritual pressure is very good, you have passed." The lower-level God of Death's expression became much more kind, and he gave Zhao Huan a sign.

Zhao Huan, who had received the sign, found his dormitory under the leadership of a senior sister and obtained the class division form.

"Class 2? It seems that my qualifications are not very good. Don't time travelers all have some benefits?" Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy divided the class according to the intensity of spiritual pressure. Class 1 is the strongest, and so on. Zhao Huan was assigned to Class 2, which is also very powerful. Of course, this class will also change with the changes in the results in the future.

Lying on the bed with peace of mind, Zhao Huan couldn't help but sigh: "We will be a student again in the future."

The Shinaka Spiritual Art Academy will systematically teach students the white-kill, instant step, ghost path, and slashing technique. The white-kill that the teacher gave is indeed different from the elder brother, and is more orthodox and routine, similar to the combination of Japanese karate and judo. Among all subjects, Zhao Huan practiced the most attentively in the instant step, which is a good skill to run away. Unfortunately, you can't learn Ye Yi's unique instant step skills, otherwise you can become a trump card.

In more than a year, with excellent spiritual pressure and good control, Zhao Huan has learned the ghost path to more than 30, and can even issue ghost paths below 10 without spells. Zhao Huan has been thinking about his own fighting style. The fight is not suitable for him. The fight in a gangster style cannot be displayed in class, so Zhao Huan tried to integrate the Hongquan that he had seen before, as well as Brazilian Jiu-jitsu, which is joint skills. Although it is just a little bit of a superficial, it also makes Zhao Huan's fight unique, and he is particularly good at close-fitting battles.

With his right palm facing the target in the distance, Zhao Huan said loudly: "The heart of the south, the pupils of the north, the fingertips of the west, and the toes of the east. They gather with the wind and disperse with the rain. The fifty-eight of the way, slap the toes and chase the bird."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Huan drew a circle on the ground, with four areas inside the circle, each with several Japanese words written. When he pressed his palms, a blue light suddenly burst out, and the target was tightly bound. Seeing the effect, Zhao Huan was quite satisfied, "I just don't know how capable of capturing space transfer targets."

A female student clapped her hands and said, "Brother Zhao Huan is great." This girl is the senior sister who led the way for Zhao Huan, named Akane Hayakawa.

"Senior sister praised me, it's far worse than Senior Ichimaru who graduated from the Spiritual Art Academy in just one year." Zhao Huan said with a smile.

Akane Hayakawa said seriously: "Senior Ichimaru is of course very powerful, but he is a genius and will be able to solve the problem soon after he enters the academy. I heard that he is now the captain."

Zhao Huan said strangely: "It seems that Senior Sister Hayakawa knows the Thirteenth Team of the Courtyard very well."

"Well, one of my seniors is the ninth seat of the fourth team, oh, she told me these." Akane Hayakawa said with a smile.

"Is that so? It seems that I have to work harder." Zhao Huan started practicing ghostly path again.

Because the main characters in the plot are basically in place, there are no people worth paying attention to in Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy, so apart from the few people I came into contact with at the beginning, Zhao Huan did not make friends with anyone.

In more than a year, Zhao Huan also promoted from Class 2 to Class 1. Zhao Huan, who learned how to control spiritual pressure carefully, realized that his spiritual pressure was completely enough to enter Class 1, but he fell to Class 2 because he didn't know how to use it. After a year of training, Zhao Huan was sure that his spiritual pressure had already reached the level of a seat officer, but the number of seats was relatively low. It might be twenty seats. As for what the level of twenty seats was, uh... I remember when I watched the animation, there were twenty people in a team of fifteen seats... But even if I retained my strength, Zhao Huan's ranking was still among the top in the second grade.

Strictly speaking, Zhao Huan's qualifications should be at a level lower than Kuriki Akuya, which is like a little genius. His strength has actually exceeded that of the second grade, but in order to preserve his strength, he did not choose to skip the grade.

The only thing that made Zhao Huan very distressed was that his Zanpakura was never seen. After all, he came here to compete with that person. If there were no Zanpakura, what would he come to resist the man's body capture?

"Second graders, please note that due to the large number of people, this exam is divided into 60 examination rooms. Please wait patiently and pass the border pass gate one by one." A beautiful female voice came from the loudspeaker, but Zhao Huan was in a bad mood at all. Because there was a team of hundreds of people in front of him.

The second-year student's examination content was to pass the Pijie Gate to an unknown island in the world, and to fight against the pre-arranged Void. So far, Zhao Huan has never seen a truly wild Void in the Soul Realm, but has confronted Void with the research that has been half-disabled in the Technology Development Bureau.

With resentment towards queuing, Zhao Huan walked into the Pijie Gate...

Opening his eyes, Zhao Huan finally got rid of the dizzy feeling. "Wait, where is this?" The scene in front of him shocked Zhao Huan. The gray-black sky and the ground was an endless desert. This familiar scene... "Can it be a virtual circle"

"Where is this?" Several people next to him woke up, but they were shocked when they saw the scenery in front of them.

"This is not a small island in the world. I feel the heavy resentment and in the air." A girl said solemnly.

Including this girl, there are five people around Zhao Huan. The other four are second-grade students, and this girl is called Mihoko Ito, who has nine seats in the fourth team and was originally responsible for treating second-grade students who were injured in the exam.

"Is Senior Mihoko the ninth seat of the fourth team? Do you know the third-grade student Akane Hayakawa?" Zhao Huan immediately said close.

"Do you know Akane? She and I are good friends." Mihoko Ito stretched out her brow and smiled.

At this time, a second-year student asked, "Does Senior Mihoko know where this is?"

"If I guess correctly, this should be a void circle." Mihoko Ito said solemnly.

Everyone in the "Virtual Circle" was shocked, and then they began to complain about the Technology Development Bureau noisy.

Mihoko Ito frowned and looked at these people. On the contrary, Zhao Huanle, who was on the side, had already thought of the experience of the Void Circle. The Great Void Forest is very interesting. There is also a red-haired God of Death, who is terrible in it. If he could learn from him for a while, he would definitely make himself progress by leaps and bounds. After all, he needs strength very much. Now in more than a year, he has only doubled his combat power to more than 260, but he still has not entered the Black Iron level.

After a while, the group of people calmed down and discussed ways to return to the Soul Realm. However, no one here had any experience in entering the virtual circle, so how could they know how to leave?

Just as everyone was discussing, a buffalo suddenly appeared.

"That's... the Kili'an who is about to evolve." Zhao Huan said in a lost voice. Although most of Kili'ans have black outer bodies and white pointed nose masks, Kili'an who is about to evolve is in the form of a beast. Now everyone here is probably the most powerful one is Ito Mihoko, but she is only nine seats in the fourth team and can't beat Bison Xu at all.

Just when everyone was still stunned and wondering what this wild bison Xu was, Zhao Huan had already pounced on him and pushed Mihoko Ito into the sand.

"What are you doing?" Mihoko Ito, who thought Zhao Huan wanted to do something wrong, struggled violently.

Zhao Huan covered Ito Mihoko's mouth and said in her ear: "I am saving you. That's Kili'an who is about to evolve. We are no match for us at all."

"Kilian? What is that?" Ito Mihoko looked confused, obviously not sure what it was.

"I can't be the head officer of the fourth team, but I don't know what Kili'an is." Zhao Huan couldn't laugh or cry.

Zhao Huan hid quietly under the sand with Ito Mihoko in his arms, and did not come out until the Kilian left. Ito Mihoko looked at the wreckage scattered around him and couldn't speak. Zhao Huan couldn't stand this atmosphere, so he thought about it and started digging the sand and kept digging down.

"What are you doing?" Mihoko Ito suddenly asked as if she remembered something.

"Didn't you see it? Dig sand..."

"ah?"

After coming out of the sand layer, Zhao Huan finally saw the forest of Daxu. The endless stone forest was quite spectacular. Stopped on a huge rock, Zhao Huan explained the classification of Daxu to the somewhat confused Mihoko Ito.

"So it's so complicated... Thank you." After understanding the danger just now, Mihoko Ito sincerely thanked her.

"It's a pity that those classmates are, and Wild Biao Xu has already discovered them. He is still shouting loudly in the Xu circle. It's so uncautionary." Zhao Huan said pretending.

"What should we do now?" Mihoko Ito showed a look of fear.

"I think I will be able to experience the forest in Daxu for a while now. Only by becoming strong enough can I find a way out of the Void Circle." Zhao Huan expressed his plans, and Mihoko Ito, who had no better choice, had to agree. (To be continued., Welcome to Qidian() to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation...)
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