Chapter 19 What a pity
"What level are you?"
"Level 6." Fang Ling didn't hide anything.
"How old are you?"
"Seven years old."
Qian Yao repeated and nodded slightly.
His talent is not bad and he can be admitted to Wuhundian Academy.
With this thought in his mind, he also asked: "Boy Fang, you have good talent and extraordinary courage. Do you want to join Wuhundian Academy?"
"Can you join? My innate soul power is only level one."
Fang Ling also wanted to join Wuhundian Academy before.
Wuhundian Academy is a college directly affiliated with Wuhundian. It has the best educational resources and the strongest teachers in the world.
But he asked in the Notting City Martial Soul Branch Hall that people must have at least level three innate soul power.
In short, no trash collection.
The tone of others is very tactful.
This is Fang Ling's own understanding.
Later, I discovered that the way to increase points comes from killing, so you must not miss the Killing City.
Therefore, he had to go to Tiandou Royal Academy to obtain the fairy grass before Tang San. After fighting for it, he gave up the idea of going to Wuhundian Academy.
"Level 1! It's been more than a year, so you are now level 6?" Qian Yao's face showed a hint of astonishment, and he looked solemn, "Don't move!"
He put his hand on Fang Ling's shoulder.
The holy light soul power was gently injected into his body and circulated in a circle, but nothing was found.
The soul power is condensed, free and clear, and is not filled with blood and evil thoughts like the fallen soul master.
Feeling slightly relieved, he sighed helplessly: "The first level is a bit low. It's not surprising now, but it's a pity that the stamina is not enough."
"Sorry, your talent is a bit low, and we can't recommend it."
It was possible before, but things have changed since Pope Bibi Dong came to power.
Somehow, she was clearly the Pope's closest disciple, but she was extremely at odds with the angel lineage and the angel legion.
The great worshiper didn't say anything, and the angel army was helpless to resist.
Many things are tied up and we can only do things according to the rules.
There was no need for him to interfere with the academy's recruitment and receive a punishment just for the sake of a child.
Fang Ling didn't want to go to Wuhundian Academy now, so he nodded indifferently: "It's okay."
Then he immediately rubbed his fingers and said, "I seem to remember that there is a reward for killing a fallen soul master?"
Qian Yao nodded: "Yes, but this kind of person who has just reached the first level is too weak and only has twenty gold soul coins."
"For me, it's already a lot." Fang Ling was very happy.
Money is secondary, as long as you have it, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have it, the important thing is the points anyway!
"Money is not important, I will give you the certificate of opening."
Qian Yao directly took out twenty shining golden soul coins, put them in an inconspicuous gray bag, and handed them to Fang Ling.
Immediately, the light in his hand moved slightly, and he took out a board from the seemingly tattered ring on his hand, and then took out a piece of pale golden paper.
Storage soul guide!
Nowadays, when the ancient soul guide civilization has long since perished and there is not much inheritance, it is an extremely rare and precious item.
Because of Yu Xiaogang's gift, Tang San already had this thing.
For Fang Ling, a poor guy with no background, he could only look at him with envy.
Qian Yao said: "This is just a basic proof, there are also advanced ones, symbolizing the glory of killing the fallen soul master."
After speaking, he took out a seal.
Fang Ling clearly discovered that there were three pairs of wings engraved on it.
Qian Yao opened the lid of the seal, injected sacred soul power, pressed the written certificate on Fang Ling's sickle and stabbed it hard, leaving a golden lacquer seal.
The gold seal reflects a dazzling light under the sunlight.
Fang Ling took it and read each word unskillfully.
"Today, there is Fang Ling, a student from Notting College, seven years old, with level six soul power and a martial soul sickle. On May 21, 2638 in the Douluo Calendar, he was killed outside Notting City with a fallen vampire bat martial soul. A teacher.”
"The Angel Legion Demon Hunting Camp of Wuhun Palace, Qianyao Team, team members Qian Chaolong, and Qian Feiguang witnessed this together."
Qian Yao smiled: "Special paper and paint will naturally produce extremely dazzling light under the sun. It cannot be forged. Only we have it."
"Bring it out when you are about to join the Intermediate Soul Master Academy. Maybe it will work wonders."
"Then thank you, Brother Qian." Fang Ling was a little excited. "It's our turn to thank you for helping us reduce our workload."
Qian Yao rubbed Fang Ling's hair, then cut off the fallen soul master's head and placed it in a sealed box.
Then he sprinkled a powder that Fang Ling didn't recognize and put it away.
He began to dig pits and bury the corpses to avoid the plague.
Seeing Fang Ling still looking at it again, he smiled and said:
"Boy Fang, we still have important things to do, let's just say goodbye."
"Well, Brother Qian, I'm leaving."
Fang Ling said goodbye to them, turned around and left.
After walking out for a while, I suddenly realized a problem and hurried back: "Brother Qian, wait, I have a problem."
"What's the problem?"
One of the people digging the hole raised his head in surprise.
"That's right, it's impossible for him to directly become a fallen soul master. Is there any old monster behind him that I can't afford to offend and will come to take revenge?"
"Haha!" Qian Yao laughed.
Leaning the shovel against the tree, he took out another box from the soul guide.
After opening it, there was a slightly shriveled human head inside.
He shook his head towards Fang Ling, his head rolling in the box: "This is his teacher, a fallen soul sect."
"The reason why Bat Boy was able to run away was because the three of us were surrounding his teacher."
"Fortunately, nothing happened when I was killed by you."
He touched his head slightly embarrassed.
Fang Ling finally felt relieved when he heard that there was no one behind the man with kidney deficiency.
What he is afraid of is offending the young ones and coming over to the old ones.
If an old fallen soul master came to take revenge, he wouldn't even be able to kill him.
He could only choose to stick to the academy and follow Xiao Wu.
Following Xiao Wu means following Tang San, and Tang San has Tang Hao to protect him.
Take advantage of Tang San's momentum and see how the fallen spirit master dies.
After listening to Qian Yao's words, all doubts in his heart disappeared.
"Brother Qianyao, Brother Qianfeiguang, Brother Qianchaolong, I'm leaving. I hope we can see each other again in the future."
"Haha, goodbye, Fang Ling."
Fang Ling walked on the road and put the small bag containing the gold soul coins close to his body.
The important certificate was also folded and stored inside.
Then he skipped towards the direction of the slaughterhouse.
After earning points, he was promoted to level six, received twenty gold soul coins, and received a certificate for killing the fallen soul master.
The fallen soul master is really a treasure.
I'm in a good mood today!
Angels are indeed still angels, and holiness is not something that can be concealed.
There is also a special demon hunting camp, and they are indeed responsible for destroying the fallen soul masters.
A good-for-nothing angel like Qian Xunji, who defies heaven, or a six-winged holy angel of the main lineage, should be the monster and the heretic.
After secretly cursing Qian Xunji, Fang Ling felt particularly comfortable both physically and mentally.
But there is also a faint concern.
Killing a first-level soul master actually directly provides a whole point!
An ordinary person or a pig who cannot practice is only one percent of a soul master!
Does it mean that after becoming a soul master, you need a lot of points?
We don't have enough information right now, so we can only take a look at it step by step, and then we'll see how the panel changes.
Arrive at the slaughterhouse.
Old man Liu felt a little strange: "Why did little Fang Ling come a little late today?"
Fang Ling smiled slightly and shook his head: "It's nothing, I didn't pay attention, I fell."
Don't tell them the truth, lest they worry.
"Are you okay?" Old Man Liu asked quickly.
"It's okay, I want to become a battle soul master, so I'm flexible!"
(End of chapter)