Chu Zihang quietly raised his head and looked at the god Odin, who was covered in armor, riding an eight-legged war horse, and holding a spear.

Odin.

At this time, Susie, who was sitting on the chair in the front row, could clearly see that the boy's eyes were not like the black pupils when they first met, but pure gold.

"He didn't wear contact lenses today." Xia Xian, who was sitting aside, muttered.

Susie and Nono turned their heads curiously. Of course, they both knew that golden eyes were a typical sign of hybrids, but they had never seen anyone with them open at will.

Before Xia Xian could say anything, Ange in front showed an expression of admiration, "The golden eyes that never burn out."

After hearing this, Chu Zihang subconsciously avoided his sight, and his black hair hung down from his forehead to vaguely cover his eyes.

"Chu Zihang," Ange stepped forward and patted his shoulder, "Now that we are here, there is no need to escape from fate."

"I am the current president of Kassel College, Hilbert Jean Angers. Nice to meet you." This gentle old man did not lack sharp blood. Chu Zihang felt for a moment that he was talking to a person.

A man in his prime.

Especially his eyes. It seemed that in front of this old man, Chu Zihang, who had endless worries, could put down the burden in his heart and simply be a carefree young man.

"Principal," Chu Zihang nodded, "What should I do?"

He is referring to the test of speech and spirit.

"Using the speaking spirit requires chanting." Angers nodded to Schneider and Mance, and then the three of them stepped back, "But the hybrid's perception of the dragon text is engraved in the blood, and it does not need to be strictly speaking.

Specially learn the chanting method and content of the speech spirit. This is why many out-of-control hybrids who are living outside the world can use this extraordinarily powerful power when they awaken the speech spirit at an accidental opportunity in their lives."

A mysterious whisper sounded in the Hall of Valor.

Next to Xia Xian, Nono and Su Qian turned a deaf ear.

But he heard it clearly.

This is an awakening ceremony specially prepared for Chu Zihang, using high-density dragon texts to resonate with his bloodline. If the day of the 3e exam was a vague "identification of dragon texts", then today's intensity is more like...

...

Chat in Longwen.

But such targeted broadcasting adjusts the frequency to ensure that Xia Xian and the three people sitting in the front row of the Hall of Heroes will not be affected. However, Xia Xian can hear it, but will not be affected.

Chu Zihang's body movements suddenly stopped.

When a person is doing nothing, he may misunderstand that he is in a still state. But in fact, the pores on everyone's skin are breathing every minute, causing the body to tremble slightly, which is extremely normal.

.

Chu Zihang was completely still at this moment.

The burning golden eyes were like the most dazzling sun in the Hall of Valor at this moment.

Two suns.

Something unfolded in the Hall of Valor. The three freshmen in the front row also felt it very clearly. An unspeakable feeling rose in their hearts. Susie subconsciously covered her mouth. Nono's eyes also shone with surprise.

But half of the reason was that she found that Xia Xian beside her was unmoved.

In an instant, a large amount of heat was released in the small space, and the temperature rose to nearly 80 degrees in a few tenths of a second. With Chu Zihang as the center, the air in the spherical space within two meters in diameter seemed to be ignited.

, but the boundaries further out are clearly visible.

"Stop!" Hilbert Jean Angers suddenly shouted to a corner of the Hall of Valor.

The continuously playing dragon text stopped abruptly.

But Chu Zihang didn't stop.

The entire Hall of Heroes became extremely hot. Su Qian screamed and retracted her legs towards her body. She was the person closest to Chu Zihang.

The bright flames, as sharp as electric welding, began to spread in the blink of an eye, as if they were about to shoot through the dome of the Hall of Valor, and dust fell.

Suddenly, the silver-haired old man moved. Everyone heard the old man's chanting. Chu Zihang looked at Ange with blazing eyes in confusion. There was something more powerful than this young man who was releasing a lot of scorching heat.

The Hall of Valor instantly zoomed in.

The flame spreading with Chu Zihang as the center slowed down and even stopped.

Ange stood in front of Chu Zihang, his tall body like a mountain. The old man stretched out a hand and gently placed it on the top of Chu Zihang's head, as if he was just an elder comforting the irritable child.

"Chu Zihang!" Angre's voice was clear and firm.

The fire in the Hall of Valor "went out".

"Word Spirit·Eternity." Xia Xian folded his arms in front of his chest, leaned back on the seat, and muttered silently in his heart.

Chu Zihang stared at the kind Ange, his everlasting golden eyes seemed to dim at this moment, and he felt a shaky and broken feeling, "Principal, this is... Yan Ling?"

"Sequence 89, Yan Ling·Jun Yan." Ange naturally withdrew his hand on Chu Zihang's head and said calmly, "The freshmen of this class are indeed very surprising. In the mixed race, the Yan Ling

Under the rules, the spirit spirits with serial numbers from 89 to 100 are labeled as 'dangerous'. Chu Zihang, you are in danger. Although you can't control it now, I can interrupt your chanting, but I may not be able to pass it.

In two years, you will grow to a level that scares me."

Chu Zihang frowned vaguely, and his heart sank.

But then, Angers patted him on the shoulder, "But, young man, I am very optimistic about you. What is danger? Is it dangerous to kill a dragon? Compared with the dragon, you are actually nothing. The real danger lies in whether you can

Control your dangerous self.”

"That's a twist, isn't it?" Ange laughed, and then waved to Schneider, who walked over with a solemn expression, obviously not expecting that Chu Zihang's speaking spirit turned out to be a dangerous level "Jun Yan".

"Control yourself." Chu Zihang repeated.

"You have a martial artist in China named Bruce Lee. I like what he said very much." Ange said with a smile, "be water, my friend. The translation is 'human water becomes one'. Although you have uneasiness in your body

There are dangerous factors involved, but as long as it is like water, when it goes into a cup it becomes a cup, when it goes into a bottle it becomes a bottle, when it goes into a pot it becomes a pot, power will not swallow up your will, and you can always control yourself."

Chu Zihang nodded silently.

"Schneider, you should have a very good student." Angers said, "But his speech spirit must be encrypted with a higher level of authority. After all, many old diehards in the academy are afraid of such dangerous speech spirits. Especially

He is a new student, and having Jun Yan is equivalent to a child riding a motorcycle that is about to run away, and may hurt others or himself at any time."

"Understood, Principal." Schneider replied.

Ange smiled and motioned for Chu Zihang to step down and sit on the chair.

Chu Zihang sat quietly next to Su Qian. The girl with the same black hair glanced at him worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Chu Zihang nodded, but did not look at her, because he was not used to looking directly at others with golden eyes, which would bring inexplicable fear to others.

At least that's how it used to be.

"Xia Xian." Angers shouted, "It's your turn, child."

Xia Xian stood up with a smile, and then looked at Chu Zihang, who was two girls away from him, "Hey, Chu Zihang, you are a dangerous word spirit. If I can't catch up with you, don't laugh at me again."

This boy, who always kept a smile no matter who he faced, walked up to Ange and finally took a bold look at the old man up close.

Angers was also sizing him up.

For some reason, although this young man's dragon blood aura was not as strong as Chu Zihang's who had just awakened Jun Yan, Ange, who had lived for more than a hundred years, felt a hint of danger in his body.

Even Angers' hands behind his back were trembling slightly. This was all too familiar to him who had fought countless battles and experienced real life and death: a kind of excitement when meeting an opponent.
Chapter completed!