After lunch, Anping first walked around the school to familiarize himself with the location and functions of each building, and then went to buy some daily necessities. When he returned to the dormitory in the evening, he found that there were no new roommates in his dormitory.

Sitting on the bed, I started my daily meditation practice. I felt that the mental power model was becoming more and more stable, and the magic power was becoming more and more intense. It was not far away that the source of magic power could be condensed and formed.

Since he had to attend the opening ceremony the next day, Anping finished his daily meditation practice and lay down in bed to rest.

The opening ceremony is held in the square next to the Intermediate Department of Donghai College. Only at this time will the senior and intermediate departments of the college gather together.

In the huge square, students from the advanced and intermediate departments gathered together to form square formations, numbering about a thousand people.

The opening ceremony of Donghai College is very simple, mainly consisting of the dean’s speech and class division.

The dean of Donghai College is an inconspicuous-looking old man, with gray hair who looks about sixty or seventy years old, and has a bookish air.

The old man stood on the podium in front of the phalanx. He first welcomed the new students, then introduced the social status and political significance of the college. Finally, he encouraged all the students and expressed his expectations. He spoke eloquently for more than ten minutes.

After the dean's speech, the most important step for freshmen is their class placement.

Those who did not need to be divided into classes were taken away by their homeroom teachers, and the senior students were also taken back to the senior department for classification. Soon, only the freshmen from the intermediate department and the five students led by Long Hengxu were left in the huge crowd.

famous teacher.

Long Hengxu walked to the front of the team and said without further ado, "You will be divided into classes below. As we all know, the smaller the class number in our Donghai College, the better the college. But this is not absolute.

The class does not give you a certain qualification, and the students in the later classes who work hard do not fail to catch up with the students in the previous classes."

"So whether it is to surpass the students in the previous class or not to be overtaken by the students in the following class, I hope you can all work harder."

"Then I will read out the names of those who will be discharged and enter the first class..."

The class sorting ceremony went on steadily. Some were happy to be assigned to a class, while others looked regretful about why they didn't practice hard in junior college.

"Now I read the names of those who will be discharged into class five. Anping, Xie Xie, Tang Wulin..."

Anping murmured to himself as he walked out of the queue, isn't this just unnecessary, the first four classes have been divided, and the remaining ones are from class five.

There were more than twenty people in class five, and most of them looked lethargic. Most of them didn't take Long Hengxu's words to heart, and they didn't feel that they could surpass the geniuses in the previous class through hard work.

As the last name was called by Long Hengxu, the class separation ceremony came to an end. "The class teachers of each class will lead your students back to class."

The five teachers behind Long Hengxu came out and walked towards the teacher in Class 5 who looked about 27 or 28 years old. Anping knew that this was Wu Zhangkong.

"Follow me." Wu Zhangkong's words were very plain, but they had an icy aura about them.

Twenty-one people followed him into a classroom on the first floor of the teaching building and took their seats one after another. Anping habitually walked to the back and sat down in a window seat.

Wu Changkong walked up to the podium, glanced at the students in the audience, and said calmly: "My name is Wu Changkong, your teacher for the next six years. Let me emphasize one point first, just pretend that you didn't hear what Director Long Hengxu just said. Unless

You drop out of school, otherwise even if you are a bunch of losers, I will make you the strongest among your peers, and this is also your goal."

"Now let's introduce myself, including my name, martial spirit, soul power level, and what kind of soul master I want to be in the future."

"Hello everyone, my name is Yun Xiao. I have a martial soul astrolabe and a soul power level 12. My goal is to become a wisdom-assisted battle soul master." The first one was Yun Xiao, whose voice was trembling.

"Tang Wulin, Wuhun Blue Silver Grass, level 11. The target is... I don't have a target yet."

"Of course a useless martial spirit has no goal."

An unknown classmate ate a piece of chalk because he muttered under his breath.

Wu Zhangkong said coldly: "There are no useless martial spirits in this world, only useless people. If you can be assigned to the same class as him, if he is a useless person, then who are you!"

"Continue." Wu Zhangkong's cold and stern words ended this episode.

"My name is Zhou Changxi. I am a powerful martial soul ape. My soul power is level 11. My goal is to become a powerful fighting soul master." This is Zhou Changxi.

Since I introduced myself from the front to the back, it was Anping’s turn in the last row soon.

"My name is Anping, Wuhun Tiantian of Truth, soul power level twenty-three, my goal is to become a seeker who explores the truth."

"Level 23? Real or fake?"

"Such a genius is actually assigned to Class 5?"

"The Sky of Truth? Is it a useless martial spirit?" Some people even maliciously speculated.

As Anping finished speaking, there was an uproar in the classroom. Those who could be assigned to class five were basically those who had just reached level 11. Reaching level 23 at the age of nine was something they could not imagine. For them,

For them, anyone who reaches the level of a great soul master at the age of twelve is considered a genius.

"Really or not? Tang Wulin, Anping seems to be from the same place as you, right? Is he really level 23?" Xie Xie asked Tang Wulin beside him in a low voice. He always thought that he was the same age as level 18.

He is very tall among people.

"It's true. If we didn't go to junior college together, I can't believe that someone can reach level 23 at the age of nine."

"High level doesn't matter, one day I will surpass him." Xie Xie muttered in response to Tang Wulin's quiet response.

The attention of the students below all stopped at the unbelievable level of level 23. Only Wu Zhangkong was thoughtful when he heard the goal mentioned by Anping, a seeker who explores the truth?

"Quiet, continue."

"Xie Xie, martial soul light dragon dagger, soul power level 18, agility attack type battle soul master." Xie Xie still looked cool when he spoke.

Although there was the previous level 23 in Anping, Xie Xie's level 18 still caused quite a commotion. For these students who had just reached level 11, level 18 was as out of reach as level 23.

As I introduced myself one by one, there were no highlights after that. They were all eleven levels, and the martial spirits were also all kinds of strange.

"Class begins tomorrow. Please be mentally prepared. My teaching methods may be a little different from those of other teachers. If you want to stay, you must not be afraid of hardship and tiredness. If you are afraid of hardship and tiredness, you'd better transfer to another school as soon as possible. Or find a way to change classes. Okay, that’s it for today, get out of class is over.”
Chapter completed!