Douluo Jueshi: Who let him enter Shrek!

"Fuck! The big devil is going to do something so big? He even used bombs?!"

Xu Sanshi clapped his ears and widened his eyes.

Beibei looked in the direction where the explosion had just been heard and found that the ground there was just loose soil, not even charred black.

Obviously, this thing is just a lot of noise but little results.

"This thing isn't very powerful, it's just a little loud. Don't be distracted, keep moving forward!"

Beibei shouted loudly.

The group rushed towards Shrek Academy amidst roaring sounds and rain-like attacks of soul-guided rays.

As for Shrek Academy, there was no commotion because Jiang Ming had already notified everyone.

But the loud noise still made the students who had already finished class very curious. They followed the direction of the sound and came to the gate of Shrek City to see what was going on.

This includes the freshmen who have just finished class.

At the gate of Shrek City, Du Weilun, the director of the Wuhun Department's external academy, stood here, listening to the roar not far away, his brows furrowed.

Soon, the first figure appeared in everyone's sight, but he looked a little dusty and embarrassed.

"Get out of the way! Everyone, get out of the way!"

When he saw the group of people blocking the gate of Shrek City, his eyes were about to burst into flames.

At this time, everyone found that there was another person behind him. Both of them were in a mess and were running out of breath.

And behind the two of them, more and more figures appeared.

A rough estimate is thirty or forty people!

Just when the people at the city gate had no time to react, a soul-guided ray hit them directly in front of them.

At the same time, a round bomb was dropped in front of Shrek City.

boom!

The sound of thunder caused the crowd at the gate of Shrek City to retreat back into the city.

Du Weilun looked at the dozen or so figures in the air, as well as the dozens of first-level soul guide rays and several bombs that had not yet fallen, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

Even though Jiang Ming had informed him in advance, it was still difficult for him to accept this scene. Hey! This is too different!

Chapter 145: Encountering a bottleneck, stopping at the Soul Emperor? !

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Let us in!"

The freshman who was running in the front shouted loudly. There was a little dust on his young face, but he did not dare to slow down his pace at all. He pulled his auxiliary martial arts classmate behind him and rushed into Shrek City.

Shrek City also belongs to the scope of Shrek Academy. As long as they enter the city, their mission will be completed!

Before the first freshman who rushed into Shrek City could catch his breath, the thirty or so freshmen behind him rushed towards Shrek City like crazy, and the students who came to watch the show did not dare to stop them.

The looks in these people's eyes were fierce! They had a premonition that if they dared to stop them from coming in, they would start beating them up the next moment!

"five!"

"Four!"

Jiang Ming's cold voice was heard from the air, and the freshmen who heard the countdown were filled with fear on their faces.

Because there are still ten new students who haven’t come in yet!

If one of them doesn’t come in, he has to go back and practice for an extra day.

These ten...

They can't even think about it!

"Control-type soul masters, auxiliary-type soul masters, hurry up, pull those people in!"

The freshmen who had just rushed into Shrek City with all their might had no time to rest before they all used their soul skills to desperately pull the people outside into Shrek City.

"two!"

"one!"

With the last sound, all forty freshmen finally entered Shrek City.

"It's done! We're done!"

The freshman who first rushed into Shrek City had an ecstatic smile on his face, but...as he smiled, tears uncontrollably flowed from the corners of his eyes.

It’s too difficult! This is really too difficult!

Hearing their companions' crying and laughing voices, the others also had ecstasy on their faces, but also had an urge to cry.

These seven days of Hell Week are really hell!

Finally, it's finally over!

At this moment, the forty freshmen who participated in Hell Week hugged each other and their emotions completely exploded, almost unable to control themselves.

"It's over! It's finally over!"

"I actually survived hell!"

"So touching!"

"I want to cry."

"I want to cry too..."

Many freshmen burst into tears, releasing their emotions with tears.

This scene stunned the students who came to watch the show and the passers-by in Shrek City.

What's wrong with them? Why are their faces filled with joy and tears?

"Jiang Ming, what on earth did you do to them?"

Du Weilun looked at the reactions of the forty freshmen and looked at Jiang Ming with a frown.

He knew about Jiang Ming's military training plan, but he only knew the ordinary version, which was the one that all freshmen had experienced before.

Jiang Ming did not mention the content of Hell Week.

"Director Du, it's nothing. I just gave them an unforgettable memory."

Jiang Ming smiled, then put away his flying sword and walked into Shrek City with other instructors.

"gather!"

Jiang Ming shouted softly, and the forty freshmen who were still crying just now lined up instantly.

There were traces of tears on their faces, mixed with the dust they had just picked up along the way, making their faces look messy.

"You guys...are good!"

Hearing Jiang Ming's praise, the eyes of the forty freshmen sparkled at the same time.

Being able to get the great devil Jiang to praise you is rarer than the sun rising from the west!

"Everyone, stand still! Next, I'll give you something."

As he spoke, Jiang Ming took out a large box from the storage soul guide.

"Old Zhao, lend a hand!"

Zhao Gang walked over, took the box from Jiang Ming's hand, opened it neatly, and revealed the contents.

The black leather box was decorated with red interior. There were twenty hooks on both sides of the box, and on each hook was a small round badge.

The small badge was engraved with the school emblem of Shrek Academy, and below the emblem were printed names.

And on the circular edge of the badge, there is a circle of words engraved.

It says that these are the first batch of freshmen from Shrek Academy who passed Hell Week!

Every freshman in the queue looked at the badge in the box, with anticipation in their eyes.

"Beibei, step out!"

Hearing the voice, Beibei walked out of the queue and stood in front of Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming took out the badge with Beibei's name on it and pinned it on the chest of Beibei's school uniform.

"Keep it up, I'm rooting for you!"

Beibei nodded and returned to the queue.

"Xu Sanshi, step out!"

...

Jiang Ming called out the names of each person in the queue one by one. Everyone was able to stand in front of Jiang Ming and have his or her own badge put on them by Jiang Ming himself.

Du Weilun stood aside without saying anything. After Jiang Ming handed out the badges, he walked to Jiang Ming and said softly:

"If you do this, it will make other freshmen feel unbalanced."

This is the truth. We are all freshmen. Why do you have a badge and I don’t?

"Unbalanced? Then it's unbalanced. I have given each of them a chance. Only those who can seize it deserve the honor!"

Jiang Ming said indifferently.

It's not like he hasn't given them a chance before, and he's also reminded them that they only have one chance.

In this situation, those who fail to seize the opportunity will naturally miss out on honor.

"But..."

Du Weilun wanted to say something, but Jiang Ming shook his head and said:

"Director Du, some things, if you miss them, you miss them forever!"

After saying that, Jiang Ming took two steps closer, looked at the young yet resolute faces in the queue, and said softly:

"Everyone, I am very happy to spend these 'wonderful' seven days with you! Next, you will start your formal studies at Shrek Academy, do your best!

Of course, if you miss me, just practice hard, I'll be waiting for you in the inner courtyard!"

After saying that, Jiang Ming took all the instructors away.

The military training is over, the freshmen have started classes, and they are about to return to their life as inner court disciples.

......

Night, first-year dormitory.

The freshmen of Hell Week, who had not been away from their beds for seven days, threw themselves directly into their beds, feeling the soft bedding. There were no explosions in their ears, no choking smoke, and they did not need to gather at any time. This was too... too unusual!

"what happened to you?"

In a male dormitory, a freshman who did not participate in Hell Week looked at his roommate who was tossing and turning across from him and asked softly.

My roommate had a bitter face, his eyes widened, and he frowned:

"Without the thunder and smoke, it's a bit hard to sleep."

"what?!"

This scene occurs in many dormitories, and their roommates cannot understand it.

After tossing and turning for a while, all the freshmen who couldn't sleep chose to practice meditation.

After military training and Hell Week, the soul power of each of them has increased by at least three levels!

Among them, many people have reached the bottleneck and are going to obtain spirit rings!

On the other side, the culprit who caused all this was lying on Zhang Lexuan's long legs, with a book about martial spirits covering his face, and his expression could not be seen.

"Haven't you found the problem yet?"

Zhang Lexuan stretched out her soft hands and gently rubbed Jiang Ming's temples on both sides of his head with her white jade fingers, her tone a little worried.

"No, I have already searched all the teachers in the inner courtyard who have done the most in-depth research on martial spirits, and they can't figure out what's wrong with me."

Jiang Ming's voice came from under the book, sounding a little tired, completely different from the big devil he showed during military training.

He slowly reached out and removed the book covering his face, revealing a masculine, handsome, yet somewhat tired face.