Chapter 37 (1/2)

In a few days, Ding Sanshi's two thousand gold coins were sent to the college. Although the college's funds became abundant, Wang Jian found that they were useless.

It's not that the gold soul coin is useless to him, but it's because there is nothing missing in the basic life of Tianxing soul teacher college. However, if you want to buy some equipment to help you practice, or if you want to practice medicine bath, these gold coins are far from enough.

The college is gradually on the right track, and everyone is working hard, especially Dai mubai, who is practicing in the training room. The progress of his practice is rapid.

Wang Jian also takes time to practice every day. Although he has to deal with college affairs and practice at the same time, his progress is not low. After three times of cultivation speed, even with his current cultivation, his progress is visible to the naked eye.

Soul Power Cultivation: level 47 (13%)

Wang Jian, who is practicing with his eyes closed, slowly opens his eyes and looks at the progress bar.

”The average daily progress is about 4%. There are 22 days left for the rest of the training speed pack. That is to say, after using the speed pack, I can just break level 48.”

”However, according to the normal training speed, the daily progress is only a little over one percent. It takes about three months to break through the first level of soul power.”

”So it's a bit of a suspense to break through to the soul king before the assessment meeting.”

Although most of the deans of junior soul teacher college are at the level of soul sect, Wang Jian is also afraid of ruthless people in the ”pheasant College” who participated in the promotion this year.

Among the three tutor duels, he had to win the hardest one. As for the others

Wang Jian is wringing his brow. Where should he go to trick some tutors to come over.

”Bang bang!”

There was a knock outside the dean's office.

Wang Jian changed from a sitting posture to a sitting posture. Then he said, ”come in.”

After the door opened, the guard who was in charge of guarding the college came in anxiously. He said it was a guard. In fact, it was just a few stout peasants who were employed in the village.

There's not much else. He's strong and honest. Wang Jian is comfortable to use.

”What's the matter? Flustered

Wang Jian frowned and scolded.

The guard looked worried. After stopping for breath, he said to Wang Jian nervously: ”Dean, there are a group of people coming from outside. They say they are a Viscount of Blackstone city!”

In this kind of feudal society, there is an insurmountable identity gap between the noble and the common people. Unless you are a soul master, there are many aspects of life, such as superior and inferior.

”Viscount?”

Wang Jian picks his eyebrows. It can't be Peng fan's father.

He got up, went to the window and looked around. Sure enough, he saw a group of people outside the college, led by a middle-aged man who looked rich.

”It's really...”

Wang Jian murmured, then turned and went downstairs to the gate of the college.

At the gate of Tianxing college.

Peng Ming's face was very ugly, and his eyes were constantly scanning the college in front of him. Although it looked clean, it was really very small, not even as big as his yard!

Is this really a soul school?!

He couldn't help doubting that Peng fan had been absent-minded since the awakening of the martial spirit that day. Although he was worried about Peng fan's state, talent was not something he could decide, so he had no choice but to comfort him.