"What level are you?"
"Level six." Fang Ling did not hide anything.
"How old are you?"
"Seven."
Qianyao repeated and nodded slightly.
He has good talent and can be admitted to the Spirit Hall Academy.
Thinking this in his heart, he also asked: "Fang boy, you have good talent and extraordinary courage. Do you want to join the Wuhun Hall Academy?"
"Can I join? My innate soul power is only level one."
Fang Ling also wanted to join the Spirit Hall Academy before.
The Spirit Hall Academy is a directly affiliated academy of the Spirit Hall, possessing the best educational resources and the strongest faculty in the world.
But he had asked in the Notting City Martial Soul Branch Hall, and they found out that people there required at least level three innate soul power.
In short, no trash collection.
Others' tone was very tactful.
This is how Fang Ling understands it.
Later I found out that the way to increase points comes from killing, so I must not miss the City of Killing.
Therefore, he had to go to Tiandou Royal Academy to obtain the immortal grass before Tang San, and in order to prove himself, he gave up the idea of going to Wuhun Hall Academy.
"Level 1! It's been more than a year, so you are level 6 now?" Qian Yao showed a look of astonishment on his face, and his expression became serious, "Don't move!"
He put his hand on Fang Ling's shoulder.
The holy light soul power was gently injected into his body, circulated around, and then nothing was discovered.
The soul power is condensed, free and clear, without being filled with the blood and evil thoughts of a fallen soul master.
Feeling a little relieved, he sighed helplessly: "Level one is a bit low. It's not surprising that it's fast now, but it's a pity that the stamina is not enough."
"Sorry, your talent is a bit low, so we can't recommend you."
It was possible before, but things changed after Pope Bibi Dong came to power.
Somehow, although she is the Pope's closest disciple, she is extremely incompatible with the angel lineage and the angel legion.
The chief priest remained silent, and the angel army was powerless to resist.
We are restricted in many things and can only do things according to the rules.
There was no need for him to interfere with the college's admissions for the sake of a child and face punishment.
Fang Ling didn't want to go to the Spirit Hall Academy at the moment, so he nodded indifferently: "It's okay."
Then he rubbed his fingers together and asked, "I seem to remember that there is a reward for killing a fallen soul master?"
Qian Yao nodded: "Yes, but this kind of just reached the first ring is too weak, there are only twenty gold soul coins."
"For me, it's already a lot." Fang Ling was very happy.
Money is secondary. It's good to have it, but it doesn't matter if you don't have it. What's important is the points!
"Money is not important. I'll give you a certificate."
Qian Yao directly took out twenty golden soul coins shining with golden light, put them in an inconspicuous gray bag, and handed them to Fang Ling.
Immediately, the light in his hand flickered slightly, and he took out a board from the seemingly tattered ring on his hand, and then took out a piece of light golden paper.
Storage soul guide!
In the ancient soul guide civilization that has long since perished and not much inheritance, it is an extremely rare and precious item.
Because of Yu Xiaogang's gift, Tang San already has this thing.
For Fang Ling, a poor guy with no background, he could only watch and envy.
Qian Yao said: "This is just a primary certificate. There is also a higher level certificate, which symbolizes the glory of killing a fallen soul master."
After saying that, 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 poked it hard, leaving a golden lacquer seal.
The golden seal reflected a dazzling gleam under the sunlight.
Fang Ling took it and read it word by word without being very familiar with it.
"Today, Fang Ling, a student from Notting College, is seven years old, has a sixth-level soul power, and a martial soul sickle. On May 21, 2638 in the Douluo calendar, he killed a fallen soul master with a vampire bat martial soul ring outside Notting City."
"The Demon Hunting Battalion of the Angel Legion of the Spirit Hall, the Qianyao Squad, and team members Qian Chaolong and Qian Feiguang witnessed this together."
Qian Yao smiled and said, "Special paper and paint will naturally produce extremely dazzling light under the sun. It cannot be forged. Only we have it."
"Take it out when you are about to join the Intermediate Soul Master Academy. It might work wonders."
"Thank you, Brother Qian." Fang Ling was a little excited. "We should 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 digging pits to bury the bodies to prevent the spread of plague.
Seeing Fang Ling still reading, he smiled and said,
"Fang kid, we have something important to do. Let's say goodbye now."
"Well, then, Brother Qian, I'm leaving."
Fang Ling said goodbye to them and turned to leave.
After walking for a while, he suddenly realized a problem and hurried back: "Brother Qian, wait, I have a question."
"What's the problem?"
One of the people who was digging a hole looked up in surprise.
"That's right. It's impossible that he has directly become a fallen soul master. Is there an old monster behind him that I can't afford to offend and will come to seek revenge?"
"Haha!" Qian Yao laughed.
He leaned the shovel against the tree and took out another box from the soul guide.
After opening it, there was a slightly shriveled human head inside.
He shook it towards Fang Ling, and the head rolled in the box: "This is his teacher, a Fallen Soul Sect member."
"Bat Boy was able to escape because the three of us were surrounding his teacher."
"Luckily I was killed by you, nothing happened."
He rubbed his head a little embarrassedly.
Hearing that there was no one behind the man with kidney deficiency, Fang Ling finally felt relieved.
What he fears is that if he offends the younger one, the older one will come over.
If an old fallen soul master came to seek revenge, he wouldn't be able to kill even a pig.
He had no choice but to stay in the academy and stay with Xiao Wu.
Following Xiao Wu means following Tang San, and Tang San has Tang Hao to protect him.
With the help of Tang San, let's see how that fallen soul master dies.
After hearing Qian Yao's words, all the doubts in my heart disappeared.
"Brother Qian Yao, Brother Qian Fei Guang, Brother Qian Chao Long, I am leaving now. I hope we can see each other again in the future."
"Haha, goodbye, Fang Ling."
Fang Ling walked on the road, keeping the small bag of gold soul coins close to his body.
The important certificate was also folded and kept inside.
Then he skipped towards the slaughterhouse.
He earned points, reached level six, received twenty gold soul coins, and also got a certificate for killing a fallen soul master.
The Fallen Soul Master is truly a treasure.
I'm in a good mood today!
Angels are still angels after all, and their holiness is real.
There is also a special demon hunting camp, and they are responsible for exterminating the fallen soul masters.
A useless angel like Qianxunji, who is a six-winged holy angel of the main lineage, should be a monster and a heretic.
After secretly cursing Qian Xunji, Fang Ling felt particularly relaxed both physically and mentally.
But there are also hidden worries.
Killing a first-ring soul master actually directly provides a full point!
An ordinary person who cannot practice or a pig only has one percent of a soul master!
Does it mean that one needs a lot of points to become a soul master?
There is not enough information now, so we can only take one step at a time and see how the panel changes when the time comes.
Arrived at the slaughterhouse.
Old Man Liu felt a little strange: "Why did Xiao Fang Ling come a little late today?"
Fang Ling smiled slightly and shook his head: "Nothing, I didn't pay attention and fell down."
I won't tell them the truth so as not to make them worry.
"Are you okay?" Old Man Liu asked hurriedly.
"It's okay, I want to be a combat soul master, so I'm very flexible!"
(End of this chapter)