Plate Crystal Hair Gold Dragon Beard Needle (5)

"Ge, look at the village over there."

When Xiao Wu was carried by Tang San was also when she was the sweetest, this moment she was sure to call Tang San 'big brother', and not just 'little San'.

Tang San followed the direction of Xiao Wu's finger with his eyes, but only saw approximately one li ahead, had a small village. Relying on Purple Demon Eye's eyesight, he was able to clearly make it out, that village was about a hundred households or so, compared to Holy Spirit village's scale it was a bit smaller. Surrounding the village was a wooden fence, seemingly used to guard against wild animals. At the village entrance there seemed to be good deal of people gathered, for some unknown purpose.

Tang San slightly smiled, saying:

"For our previous question, perhaps the people of this village will know where Shrek Academy is. A spirit master academy should be very famous, right."

Xiao Wu pointed ahead, laughingly saying:

"Ge, go faster."

Grumpily Tang San lightly swatted her bottom with the back of his hand once, underfoot slightly exerting himself, rapidly advancing in the direction of that village.

Coming near, Tang San and Xiao Wu both discovered something abnormal, at the village entrance indeed a lot of people were gathered, the majority youngsters similar to their age, among them a large portion followed by parents.

At the village entrance was arranged a desk, behind the desk sat a sixty-something old man, making Tang San and Xiao Wu dumbstruck was, over the arched village entrance made using logs was suspended a seemingly somewhat worn-out board, on it was simply engraved two words, 'Shrek Academy' (Shi Lai Ke Xue Yuan). Above these two words was also a green portrait, looking similar to a kind of humanoid monster's head. Bright green, a little cute. On the chest of the old man behind that table, also wore a similar green round emblem. It should be Shrek Academy's crest.

"No way."

Xiao Wu hopped down from Tang San's back, staring shocked at the board, again turning her head to look at Tang San, the two in their hearts both somewhat stunned.

Even Nuoding primary spirit master academy's scale would be much bigger compared to this, and also, this clearly looked like a common little village, the entrance's arched door was not only wooden, but also still not even a third as large as Nuoding Academy's. Could this still be called a spirit master academy?

"Ge, wasn't Grandmaster mistaken? However I look, I still do not think this is like an academy. Probably wouldn't be a scam, right."

Tang San said with a wry smile:

"Come on, have a look before saying so again."

Right now, lined up ahead of them, were approximately less than a hundred applicants, among them were not a few people with wrinkled brows, clearly in their hearts holding a similar opinion as Xiao Wu.

Ahead of Tang San and Xiao Wu in the line was a youngster followed by parents at his side, they just heard that youngster's mother say:

"Isn't this a mistake, this spirit master academy, possesses the reputation that on graduating the academy one can successfully become an imperial viscount?"

The youngster's father somewhat uncertainly said:

"This is what Spirit Hall's people said, should not be a mistake. But this academy truly is a bit worn down."

The youngster said:

"Dad, I mustn't study here, it's too shameful. I still could go to Suotuo intermediate spirit master academy, right. How to say, at junior academy I was also considered a talent."

The youngster's father frowned, saying:

"Since we've already come, let's wait a minute, right, maybe this is a kind of test. The genuine academy not here at all."

Similar dialogue was absolutely not rare in the lined up crowd, the majority of the faces of the youngsters and parents displayed a strong disappointment.

Tang San's gaze did not stay on these applicants for too long, his gaze looked ahead of the queue, to the application place. Eyesight and hearing promoted under the effect of Mysterious Heaven skill, he was vaguely able to hear the dialogue there.

The old man sitting behind the desk accepting applications looked to have a lazy appearance, to speak a bit pleasantly about his clothes they were simple and unadorned, what he saw, was like an elderly villager, even without the lively look of Holy Spirit village's old Jack.

At this moment, a youngster came before the table to apply. The old man lazily said:

"Application fee is ten gold spirit coins, put it in that chest."

The parents following the youngster hastily fished out ten gold spirit coins and placed them in the nailed together wooden chest to the side.

"Extend just a hand."

The youngster as told extended his hand before the old man, the old man kneaded the hand a little while, shaking his head towards him, saying:

"Your age is wrong, you can leave."

The youngster was stunned a moment, turning his head to look at his parents, more than ten years old children as precocious as Tang San could be not many.

His father hastily fixed a smile saying:

"Teacher, my son has only recently passed his thirteenth birthday, you see, couldn't you be flexible once?"

The old man a bit impatiently said:

"Don't affect later people. Do you not know the Academy's rules? Our place only accepts children under thirteen years old. Exceeding thirteen years of age, without exception are not accepted. You can leave."

The youngster's father said:

"Then our application fee..."

The old man without a trace of politeness said:

"An application is generally not refunded."

A clay figurine still was three tenths a warrior, the youngster's father could not help but angrily say:

"This clearly is a swindle for money. Withdraw our application fee, if not we will not leave. Had I known earlier this Shrek Academy was this rotten, we should not have come."

The old man shot him a glance, indifferently saying:

"Mubai, someone wants their application fee back, you handle it at once."

On the ground to the side, a person's figure suddenly leapt up,

"Wanting the application fee back, after beating me, the whole amount is returned."

This person was exactly Dai Mubai, before because of sitting to the side, obstructed by the crowd, Tang San had not seen him. From that day when Tang San with Xiao Wu met him he was somewhat different, right now his expression was rather grudging.

Dai Mubai also did not speak nonsense, directly using his spirit power, releasing two hundred year and one thousand year altogether three spirit rings. Surging spirit power radiated out intangible pressure in the air, in the evil eyes a cold light continuously flashing, regarding that father and son.