Chapter 57 Energy Fusion
"Are you the Cheng Xiao that His Highness mentioned?" Meng Shenji looked at Cheng Xiao, paused, and said.
"Little guy, since you are the person introduced by His Highness the Crown Prince, please show me your voucher." An old man next to Mengshenji said calmly.
This old man’s name is Bai Baoshan. His martial spirit is a Star Furnace with extremely powerful defense. He is an eighty-five and eight-ring defensive spirit Douluo. His body shape is completely opposite to that of Meng Shenji. Tall but extremely fat, with a standard height of four feet and a waist circumference of four feet.
"That's natural." Hearing this, Cheng Xiao smiled, then raised his hand and waved, a golden token fell on the table in front of them, and the front of the token, The word "Snow", which symbolizes identity, is clearly engraved on it.
Seeing this token, the three education committee members also lowered their heads silently. After confirming that this token was Xue Qinghe's exclusive token, they said slowly.
"In that case, Sun Buyu, please arrange for little friend Cheng Xiao to enroll in school." Meng Shenji looked at Cheng Xiao with a hint of surprise. Obviously, he knew that moment very well. The gold content of the token with the word "Snow".
Hearing this, Sun Buyu glanced at Cheng Xiao beside him, and then asked doubtfully: "Education Committee, little friend Cheng Xiao has already entered the Third Ring Soul Master at the age of twelve. Realm."
"Furthermore, according to His Highness's wishes, there should be no problem with letting little friend Cheng Xiao directly enter the Imperial Fighting Team."
" I also asked the three education committee members to think carefully. If Cheng Xiao joins the Imperial Fighting Team, it will only be a benefit without any harm."
"Oh? A twelve-year-old thirty-level soul master? He is still innately full of soul power. No wonder His Highness values him so much."
The last old man among the three education committee members finally spoke. His name is Zhilin's martial spirit is Tianqingteng, and he is an eighty-three-level eight-ring control soul Douluo.
His appearance is the most normal one, and his appearance is also very ordinary. Only the bright eyes that occasionally appear between his eyes open and close give people a somewhat special feeling.
Looking at Cheng Xiao, Zhilin smiled and said: "Little friend Cheng Xiao, the seven members of the Imperial Fighting Team are all the best in the Tiandou level of the academy. They want to join the Imperial Fighting Team. , It’s not that easy, but if you want to join, it’s not without a chance.”
After finishing his words, Zhilin’s eyes fell on Sun Buyu. Although Cheng Xiao is Prince Xue. People sent by Qinghe, but as the teaching committee of Tiandou Royal Academy, they should also maintain fairness.
Their attitude towards Cheng Xiao was naturally unwilling to be ignored, but if they directly let him join the academy's most elite Imperial Fighting Team, some people would inevitably stab him in the back, which they did not want to see or see.
In this case, if Cheng Xiao is not allowed to pass some tests before joining the Imperial Fighting Team, it will be difficult to convince the public!
"Since there is a chance, I would like to give it a try." Hearing this, Cheng Xiao also took a step forward and bowed slightly to the Zhilin Contra who spoke.
"Haha, you little guy is quite to my liking." Zhilin smiled slightly, and when his eyes fell on Cheng Xiao, the air around his body suddenly distorted, "As long as you can If you resist the pressure of my soul power, no one will object to joining the Imperial Fighting Team. What do you think?"
"Okay, I'll take it," Cheng Xiao nodded.
Seeing this, Zhilin stretched out his palm forward, and a soul power barrier formed by condensed soul power suddenly appeared above Cheng Xiao, and then suddenly fell.
Cheng Xiao clearly felt that the air around his body seemed to have solidified. Huge soul power waves were rushing towards him, and his body was completely unable to move.
"It's interesting. Suppression of the thirty-fifth level of soul power seems to be very easy for him." Seeing that Cheng Xiao still looked okay, Zhilin's plain eyes became surprised.
Generally speaking, if a low-level soul master can withstand the pressure brought by a high-level soul master and can persist to two-thirds of his own soul power, that is already quite outstanding. If he can persist If his soul power is equal to his own, he can definitely be called the best among soul masters of his age.
And if you can withstand pressure that exceeds your own soul power level, you can definitely be called a genius soul master.
The black robe symbolizing identity on Zhilin Soul Douluo's body moved without any wind. Although he was simply sitting there, the soul power pressure he exerted was increasing little by little. In order to prevent Cheng Xiao from enduring Although there was a lot of pressure, he was also extremely kind and slowly increased the pressure. After all, this was just a test. Once he found that Cheng Xiao showed signs of being unable to bear it, he had to immediately withdraw his strength to prevent Cheng Xiao's body from collapsing.
After all, the other party was also a genius student sent by Prince Xue Qinghe. He didn't want to make the future emperor unhappy because of such a trivial matter.
Feeling the increasing pressure on his body and surroundings, Cheng Xiao's expression did not change at all. The power of shadow in his body was running as usual, much faster than usual, and he He also knew that the other party was testing his strength.
“This little guy is quite powerful. Normally, a low-level soul master would collapse at the first touch when faced with the pressure of a high-level soul master, but he didn’t even release his martial soul. He really lived up to his reputation as a genius. ”
The two old men beside Zhilin Contra commented with a smile, and Zhilin, who had been releasing the pressure of his soul power, became more and more surprised. Is the little guy in front of him really only twelve years old? His soul power pressure had been raised to level thirty-six, but he still didn't see any pressure on his face.
Everyone is eager to win, even their group of Contras are no exception.
Looking at the dull look on Cheng Xiao's face, the pressure of the soul power released by Zhilin Douluo is also increasing, level 37, level 38, level 39... When the soul When the pressure reached level 40, Cheng Xiao's expression changed slightly.
Despite this, Cheng Xiao still showed no sign of releasing his martial spirit. This also made Zhilin Douluo feel even more pressure when he released the pressure. But what he didn't know was that the pressure of the soul he released was Face not just one person, but a group of people.
In the shadow at Cheng Xiao's feet, a dozen shadow soldiers were struggling to resist the pressure. As the king's soldiers, they could also bear a certain degree of pressure for the king.
So, when Zhilin Soul Douluo's soul power pressure broke through to level 50, Cheng Xiao raised his right hand with difficulty.
Since the martial spirit induction with Qian Renxue half a month ago, the Shadow King no longer looks like a martial spirit. The Shadow King at this moment is also Cheng Xiao himself, but when he becomes A true king still has a long way to go.
As Cheng Xiao raised his right hand, a cloud of black smoke erupted from his palm, immediately causing the temperature in the entire Education Committee to drop a lot.
"What a unique martial spirit. With the appearance of this kind of martial spirit, I'm afraid you won't be able to find another one with the same appearance in the entire continent." After seeing the black smoke released from Cheng Xiao's palm , Zhilin immediately breathed a sigh of relief, because he felt a sense of relief from Cheng Xiao.
As time went by, the surprise in Zhilin's eyes grew bigger and bigger. The soul power pressure he exerted had reached level 53. This pressure was not to mention more than 30 levels. Soul Lord, even if the Soul King comes, he may not be able to hold on.
But the young man in front of him was much more outstanding than he imagined. No wonder Prince Xue Qinghe handed the token to Cheng Xiao. It seemed that his strength was not what he showed on the surface.
Sweat kept sliding down Cheng Xiao's clothes. His clothes were completely attached to his skin, and he looked like he had just been fished out of the water.
"Good boy, I want to see where your limit is!" Zhilin Soul Douluo was very satisfied with Cheng Xiao's performance, so he chose to continue to increase the output of soul power pressure, thinking I want to see what the limit of the young man in front of me is.
Immediately afterwards, Zhilin Soul Douluo raised the soul power pressure to level fifty-five, which was twenty-one levels higher than Cheng Xiao’s own soul power level. When the soul power pressure increased again, After being lifted up, the originally distorted air suddenly became more urgent, pressing down on Cheng Xiao's body as if the air was being crushed.
“Are you finally unable to hold on any longer?”
Looking at Cheng Xiao's bent upper body, Zhilin Contra's eyes were fixed on him, for fear that Cheng Xiao's body would collapse.
(End of this chapter)