Pirate’s Infinite Wings

The soul world is divided into two parts.

One of them is the Seireitei in the center, inhabited by nobles and gods of death.

The second is the two parts of Ruukun Street where the other souls of Seireitei live.

Further outside, it is the boundary, and there will often be emptiness. Generally speaking, part of the responsibility of the **** of death is to clear the emptiness of this kind of boundary.

At this moment, on Nanliuhun Street, the grass deer in the 78th district, an empty door suddenly appeared in the midair, and a figure jumped out from the door.

Because this door was fleeting and was not discovered by anyone.

Fang Lang tried his best to stabilize his figure in mid-air, but this spirit body was very rusty and weak. He didn't change his will at all, and slammed directly on a big tree.

"Tsk, damn, this spirit body is too weak." Fang Lang frowned, enduring a little pain, and got up from the ground.

This spirit body is like a weak body/body, it is absolutely impossible to jump two meters. Before falling from a height of ten meters, he felt pain from falling.

After patted the dust on the white kimono, Fang Lang looked around, and there was the shadow of a bungalow. On the whole, it was a dilapidated scene.

"In short, if you want to become a **** of death, you must go to the Mao Spiritual Academy to learn how to cut fist and go ghosts." Fang Lang walked a few steps, leaving this foothold, walking while thinking about countermeasures, "Zhan is kendo, I It’s already a great swordsman, it’s easy to do, so it doesn’t matter. Boxing is for nothing, this is the close fighting technique of the **** of death, and you can just learn it. The problem is walking and ghosts, that is, Shunbu and ghost roads. People taught you can never learn."

The question is, how can I enter the Mao Spiritual Academy?

Since it is a school, registration is naturally required, and there seems to be an assessment, which must be assessed to pass.

"In that case, find someone to ask where the assessment point is." Fang Lang immediately had an idea and immediately started to act.

District 78, Nanliuhun Street, named Caolu, the larger the area code, the more chaotic public security.

Liuhun Street is divided into four areas, southeast, northwest, 80 districts each. It can be said that the 78 districts have been chaotic to a certain extent.

Fang Lang was dressed in a white kimono, and when he walked on the street, there were many people watching immediately.

It's just that there was a Zanpaku Knife hung around his waist. Maybe these peepers didn't understand, but they didn't dare to provoke him.

Fang Lang walked around and got a general understanding of Liuhun Street.

To put it simply, it is the slums. You rarely see red-faced people, but you don't see those who are hungry and thin.

"These souls have no spiritual power. They can live on the spirits in the atmosphere without having to eat." Fang Lang touched his chin, feeling that he didn't feel hungry either, "Don't I have spiritual power either?! Only people with high spiritual power , Will be hungry!"

Fang Lang confirmed again and again that he really wouldn't feel hungry, of course it is also possible that he is not hungry now.

Shaking his head, without thinking about it, he beckoned to a man cowering in the corner, "Ask you something."

"You, what do you want to say?" The man was dressed in rags and looked at Fang Lang alertly.

"An Xin, I didn't mean to hurt you, I just asked a question." Fang Lang said calmly, "I want to register for the Mao Spiritual Academy, where is the registration point?"

"You?" The man showed a weird expression, shook his head, and said, "Go ahead, at the front end of the street, the most beautiful house is."

"Oh," Fang Lang nodded clearly, "Is there a registration point in every area?"

"Yes."

"Okay, thanks." Fang Lang smiled and followed the direction indicated by the other party.

After walking a few steps, he took out his mobile phone and put away the demon girl.

He is not a **** of death now, what if someone asks, where did you come from?

There was no word on the way. After about twenty minutes, Fang Lang finally saw a two-story building with a sign hanging outside the door.

Registration point in South 78 district.

Without hesitation, Fang Lang walked in.

What caught the eye was a drowsy middle-aged man who seemed to hear Fang Lang's footsteps. He woke up, squinted his eyes and said impatiently: "Go, I have no water. If you want water and food, buy it yourself."

"I'm here to sign up." Fang Langquan didn't hear him, and said softly, "This is the registration point of the Real Spirit Academy, isn't it?"

"Sign up?" The middle-aged man stood up abruptly, showing some enthusiasm. "Say it earlier, here."

He beckoned to the other wave, Fang Lang followed to a table with a transparent spirit ball on the table.

"The content of the assessment is very simple, as long as the spiritual power reaches a certain standard." The middle-aged man said with a smile, "Put your hand on it, and you will pass as long as it reaches level 3 strength."

Hearing this, Fang Lang looked at the table on the table. He meant that level 1 is no spiritual power, level 2 is weak spiritual power, and level 3 is the pass line, which is general spiritual power. As for the highest level, it is level 6 strong. Spiritual power!

In fact, the assessment is not so simple, but the middle-aged man finds it troublesome, and this is the simplest one.

Fang Lang can probably guess a few too, but it doesn't matter, hello and me, hello everyone, he should not know.

Pressing your hand on the Lingzi Ball, after a while, the ball began to glow slightly, a faint blue light.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's smiling face suddenly collapsed, and he coldly snorted: "Level 2 weak spiritual power, go away, you are not qualified!"

As he said, he turned around and said cursingly: "Wasting my time, how can there be qualified candidates in Area 78!"

Fang Lang raised his eyebrows. He didn't do anything. He just pressed his hands on it, and then gained a level 2 weak spiritual power.

"Tsk tusk, this spirit body is weaker than in the picture. Is it really because the flesh/body is too strong?" Fang Lang shook his head and wondered how to get through.

"Are you still going? Get out!" The middle-aged man frowned and said impatiently.

Fang Lang glanced at the opponent coldly, this look made the middle-aged man shudder.

When the reaction came, the person had already left.

Fang Lang left the registration point, ready to go to the next assessment point, anyway, there are too many places, it doesn't matter.

I was walking, but I saw a familiar person.

A cute girl in a death-tyrant outfit.

"Young Sentao?" Fang Lang smiled, "I'm sorry, girl, take advantage of you."..

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