Time flies by, and it is already afternoon in the blink of an eye, and large clouds float in the sky above Soul Society, like pieces of white and sweet marshmallows.

"Shunpo! It's a skill used by the God of Death to move his body instantly!"

As a first-year student and Shunpo teacher, Minato Hayakawa withdrew his gaze from the clouds in the sky, turned to look at the students in Dojo No. 4 with a serious face, and said in a deep voice:

"Shunpo! It requires you to control your body exquisitely and distribute your spiritual power accurately!

It means...the God of Death compresses a certain amount of spiritual power under his feet to the extreme, and then releases it all at once to achieve instant movement!"

"Teacher! Can Shunpo be activated multiple times in a short period of time?" A studious student raised his hand and asked.

"Of course... you can! But -" Minato Hayakawa said solemnly: "If the God of Death wants to achieve multiple teleportations in a short period of time, he needs to compress more spiritual power than usual and release it in stages..."

"Oh!" Some students became excited: If Shunpo can be activated without restriction, then no matter whether they face a virtual or enemy encirclement, they can quickly escape from danger!

"Shunpo's theory sounds simple, but it is very difficult to practice!" Minato Hayakawa suddenly raised his voice and shouted to the students present:

"Because compressing the appropriate amount of spiritual energy under your feet is only the first step, you must clearly know how much spiritual energy needs to be compressed for each instant step——

If there are too many, spiritual riots may occur!

If it is less, the effect of teleportation will not be achieved at all!

Moreover, while releasing the spiritual power in the second step, you must also adjust the body to control the direction of movement! This is no small problem for beginners like you!"

"..."

The students who were excited just now because of Hayakawa Minato's words gradually calmed down:

Obviously they have realized that if they want to successfully activate Shunpo, they need to have strong micro-control over spiritual power and body!

However, spiritual power is an extremely restless thing, and controlling them perfectly depends entirely on talent!

In addition, no matter whether the Shinigami have more or less spiritual power, they cannot waste their spiritual power at will——

Especially in battle, every bit of spiritual power may determine their chances of survival!

Therefore, the idea of ​​unlimited shunpo can only be thought about in my head. After all, no one has ever had unlimited spiritual power...

"Then, for the next hour and a half, everyone will practice according to Shunpo's teachings! Then we will conduct elementary teaching for nothing!!"

Following Minato Hayakawa's order, the two groups of 17 and 20 about 160 Shinigami dispersed in twos and threes, each practicing Shunpo:

Some are condensing and compressing spiritual power under their feet, some are experiencing the feeling of releasing spiritual power, some are groping for experiments in using their bodies to control direction, and some are quietly reading books in the corner, such as Fengshen Painting Vine.

After an hour and a half like this, Minato Hayakawa found a few classmates who were good at Shunpo to practice it on the spot, and then began the useless teaching:

"Fighting in vain is a way of fighting to attack the enemy with bare hands - although we Shinigami most commonly use Zanpakutō in battle!

But the skill of using white swords is still very important! Because...sometimes, when the Zanpakuto cannot be used, we can still fight with white swords!!"

"Hi!" All the Shinigami responded with fading interest, and then continued to follow Minato Hayakawa to learn the basic movement essentials of Bai Da, 1 kick, 2 punches, 3 elbow strikes... In this way, another hour and a half passed.

"Then, let's practice fighting in vain in groups!" After Minato Hayakawa explained the key to fighting in vain for a while, he began to divide into groups of two to practice fighting in vain——

As a result, all the Shinigami from the first class of the year dispersed in groups of two and fought with their bare hands. They went back and forth, and the fight was inextricable...

The target of Feng Shen Huatuo's free fight is Rantianji Yilong. Although they share the same dormitory, they belong to different classes, so to be precise, there is not much intersection between the two.

"Hey, Fengshen! I heard that your Shunpo is very powerful. Don't use it if you can fight me!"

"What?"

When Feng Shen Huateng heard this, he looked over and saw Ichiryu from Lantian Temple in Group 20 walking in front of him. Behind him were several classmates, both male and female, who were all gearing up, as if they were quails that had been beaten to death.

"I heard from Aolu who defeated you that your Shunpo is very strong! So...can you not use it when you are practicing with me?!" Rantianji Yilong said with a smile.

"Shunpo is also part of the battle, why not let it be used?!"

Feng Shen Huateng knew that Rantianji Yilong seemed to want to use him as a stepping stone to gain limelight like Qinglu, so he decisively rejected Rantianji Yilong's request.

"Tch! Later you use Shunpo to hide and hide. How can I catch up with you?!" Lantianji Yilong pinched his nose and said with disdain:

"Okay! Since you don't want to fight with me, I won't force you! But you have to tell me, who is the strongest in your class?"

"Saito Jūshirō!" Feng Shen Huafu said seriously: "He is recognized as the strongest in our class. If you want to become famous in a battle, challenge him to a duel!"

"Saito Jushiro?! I...remembered!!"

Rantianji Ichiryu seemed to be not very clear-headed. When he heard the name "Saito Jushiro", he hit his chest with his fist like a gorilla demonstrating:

"Hey! That guy from Group 17 named Jushiro Saito, the strongest Ichiryu from Group 20 is going to challenge him, come out and die!!"

"You——" Hayakawa Minato, who was ashen-faced, took off his clogs, gave Rantianji Ichiryu a hard blow on his bald head, and then cursed:

"What nonsense are you, a guy with strong limbs and a simple mind, talking about?! Mr. Saito is someone like you who casually challenges Mr. Saito?!"

"Teacher Saito?" Lantianji Yilong finally realized that he seemed to have been tricked by Feng Shen Hua Teng. He looked at the latter bitterly and shouted in a low voice: "Feng Shen, I challenge you! You

Do you dare to accept it?"

"I reject!"

"I challenge you again!"

"I refuse again!" Feng Shen Huateng closed the book, walked slowly to Lantian Temple Yilong, and said: "No matter how many times you challenge me, I will refuse!"

"Why?!"

"Because... I'm not good at fighting in vain!" Feng Shen Huateng said calmly and then pointed to the side and said: "However, if you really want to challenge the strongest person in our class, you can try him!"

"He...is the strongest in Class 17?" Lantianji Yilong looked to the side following Feng Shen Huateng's finger, and saw a blond boy with a calm smile on his face slowly walking towards this side.

"I'm not the strongest person, but I'm more than enough to defeat you." The blond boy Fujiwara Tatsuma said with a smile.

"Arrogant!!" Ichiryu Rantianji quickly opened his stance, then with a sinister smile, he suddenly launched an attack on Fujiwara Tatsuma!

His voice was like a bell, and his power was like thunder. He concentrated all his strength behind his right fist, and his momentum exploded instantly, and his speed increased several times!

"Whoosh..." Fujiwara Tatsuma put away his frivolous expression, and his whole body momentum suddenly changed, but he still stood motionless.

It wasn't until Rantianji Ichiryu's fist was close to the door that Fujiwara Tatsuma suddenly took a small step forward. He flexed his right hand into claws and quickly pecked the latter's fist like a chicken pecking at rice——

"Nani?!" Lantianji Yilong felt that most of his strength had been relieved by the ridiculous action of pecking rice, and he fell heavily to the ground with the pulling!

"Lantianji, you lost!" Feng Shen Huateng stood up at the right moment and shouted at Lantianji Yilong who fell to the ground: "But the one who defeated you was actually yourself!"

"Oh, damn it! You...what are you talking about?!" Lantian Temple Yilong was so filled with grief and anger that he couldn't even breathe, and passed out directly!

At the right time, a bell rang. Hayakawa Minato glanced at Ichiryu Rantianji who fell to the ground, and said to Fujin Fufuji and Fujiwara Tatsuma: "Fujiwara sent the injured classmates to the medical room, and Fujin stayed to clean the dojo! The others are out of class!

"

"Wow!"

The gods of death present dispersed in a hurry, and the two people who were named stayed behind with confused expressions:

After a simple negotiation with eyes, one reluctantly dragged Yilong Lantianji to the medical room, and the other picked up the bucket and rag as usual and slowly cleaned the floor...

"Anyway, there is another punishment tonight, let's do it slowly!" Feng Shen Huateng kept repeating the actions of fetching water, washing and mopping the floor.

After the floor was cleaned, he slowly rushed to the teaching office and accepted the punishment of cleaning Dojo No. 2...

"Brush" "Brush" "Brush"

Amidst the crisp sounds of washing, time flew by like a spinning kite, and in the blink of an eye it was three months later.

The first-year students of Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy faced a fateful test: those who passed the test will continue to study in the academy, while those who were eliminated will be expelled from the Quiet Spirit Pavilion to wait for the next year to continue...

According to the "Admission Regulations of Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy", each student has three opportunities to enroll. Those who pass the test within three times will be regarded as equally qualified;
Chapter completed!