Heaven Awakening Path

The latest chapter of Heaven Awakener's road, the first volume of the ninety-first chapter registration, floating astronomy Ambitious Spirit City, West Street.

The sun has just risen and there are many people on the street. On the contrary, the small business hawkers who usually set up stalls on the street are all like appointments. They have not appeared in one today.

Residents near West Street have become accustomed to this day: the annual registration of the Ambitious Spirit Region Soul's Great Convention.

Ambitious Spirit Region Soul's Great Convention There is only one conditional restriction on the applicant: it must be the student status of the Institute. Although Institute has no mandatory rules for the age of students, most of them are young men and women under the age of 20. From the street to the end of the street, it was a vibrant face.

A lot of people have come over last night, waiting for a whole night, and I am still looking forward to it. For too many people, Soul's Great Convention is enough to change their trajectory. Those who are obscured may be famous for their continuance; those who are despised may be attracted to this. Being an official, making a fortune, having a stronger power, standing at the pinnacle of life... is likely to become a reality.

But the first thing to do is to win and win.

Competition is cruel.

According to the Soul Proclamation List by Soul's Great Convention, there are only a total of fifty. Now, just the sun is rising, the people gathered on the streets can already be discussed by thousands of people. This is just the beginning, and the registration of Soul's Great Convention is for three days. There are no fewer than 10,000 students who have signed up every year.

There is no threshold, only identity. This easy registration condition allows many of the lower grades of the Institute to come together to join in the fun. The newborn calf, fearlessly signed a piece of life and death.

At this point, the time to start signing up is no longer a few minutes. The special registration desk on the West Square. Everything has been prepared. Finally moved to the stage. It is a basket of wastic tokens.

Each piece of waist token has a unique number. After getting the waist token, it officially becomes a member of Soul's Great Convention. Hopefully, it will be completely ignited at this moment.

Time is counting down, all the teenagers have already widened their eyes and look forward to that moment. They seem to have set up a starting line in front of them, starting from this moment. They have to compete and run.

The personnel responsible for the registration on the stage have already settled one by one. The time has not yet arrived, but the casual "start" has been uploaded from Taiwan.

The sound is not big, there is no motivation, but it is very clear, from the street, to the end of the street, to ensure that everyone on this street can hear.

Those who are observing the time are totally unresponsive at this time, but more people. I have already rushed to the stage.

Strength, speed. This is just registration, which has already been shown. Many people were collided and almost fell, but the people on the stage only looked calmly, and there was no intention to maintain order.

Soon, an agile teenager first fell to the registration desk.

"I, sign up!" he said proudly.

The first registration does not have any practical meaning, it is just a wonderful color. He is willing to fight for this. He is standing close to the registration desk in this street, silently standing for one day and one night, waiting for this moment.

Because he wants to be first.

It is the first time from the registration, until the first of the Soul Proclamation List.

Now, he has a perfect start.

"Institute, name." The person sitting in front of him seemed to be unable to feel his excitement and joy at all, and asked without lifting his head.

boom!

A muffled sound.

Solidly, the fist hit the body.

The young man who took the first place in the agility quickly flew out, and the one who was rushed up, the one who was not tall, but very strong, punched.

"Blue Sky Institute, Zhao Gang!" He answered the question just before.

The person in charge of the registration still did not look up, as if he did not hear the punch, as if he did not know that the first teenager who rushed to the stage had been beaten.

Blue Sky Institute, Zhao Gang.

He immediately recorded the name, and then took one out of the basket of waist tokens around him, took a look and threw it in front of Zhao Gang.

2,921. He wrote behind the name of Zhao Gang.

Zhao Gang, who successfully got the waist token, also saw the 2921 number on the back of the waist token.

"Why not one!" he asked, some anger.

"Who told you that it will be one?" The person in charge of the registration finally raised his head and finally looked at the person who signed up in front of him, but his eyes quickly passed him and quickly fell to Zhao Gang and rushed to the stage. Bit.

"Institute, name." He still said so, Zhao Gang had become air in front of his eyes.

"I was the first to sign up, of course, it should be the number one!" Zhao Gang may not be so obsessed with the first on this number, but the attitude of the other person's indifference makes him extremely unhappy. He is at the Blue Sky Institute, but it is the number one. This time, I came to the Sobit's Great Convention in the Ambitious Spirit City of the Ambitious Spirit Region.

boom!

A muffled sound.

It was exactly like the one that was issued before, and it was solid, and the fist hit the body.

Zhao Gang didn't even finish his mind, his body had already flown out. He didn't even know where the punch was from, and who made the punch. He flew out of the registration desk, then landed and fell into the dust, but his left hand had subconsciously squatted on the painful right shoulder. Then I saw the boy who had been punched by him before, just fell to his side, in the same position as him, licking the same part.

The attacking parts are exactly the same, and the distance of the bombing is exactly the same. This punch is not deliberate, who believes?

“Who is it?” Zhao Gang stood up angrily from the ground, and his ability to fight and hit seemed pretty good.

On the stage, a girl in red is standing in front of the registration desk.

Everyone will take a look at Zhao Gang here, and then look at the girls on the stage.

"Borrowing Wind Institute, Su Tang." The girl was talking and didn't look at Zhao Gang.

Is this thin little girl punching herself? Zhao Gang is unbelievable, but he looks at the look of other people. It seems that this is true. Although the emotions in their eyes are different, at least they all told him the same thing. He punched him. This is this. little girl.

The same style of waist token was thrown into Su Tang. She picked it up and asked, "Can you sign up for someone else?"

"No." The opposite person still did not raise his head.

Su Tang showed a regretful look. He turned back to the crowd below and shook his head. Then he walked down from the side of the registration desk.

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Hey, it’s all over twelve o’clock. Let’s go out and show it to everyone. After that, let’s see it tomorrow morning! (To be continued.)