Chapter 1518: Ninety six

Chapter 1518 Chapter Ninety Six: Recruitment
After finishing the assignment, Tang Luo returned to the busy college life.
Every day, more than one hundred disciples complete the course of casting the soul, Wushuang Academy seems to have become a mass production factory, and goodbye to the graduates seems to be a fixed process.
The graduated students will line up on the platform outside the academy and bow before they get up outside Shenhun Yukong.
By the beginning of September, nearly two thousand disciples had completed the course of casting souls and left Wushuang City.
But this did not relieve Tang Luo's pressure, because as Wushuang Academy continued to produce fierce disciples, Xihe Sanxiu's yearning for the Academy became more and more serious.
Especially after many graduated disciples showed amazing combat power, it made people feel that the soul-making course of Wushuang Academy was completely different from the noble family.
This caused the great families of Longzhou to stay in Dalincheng and complain about the lessons. In the past, when recruiting, as long as you throw a little temptation, these shallow-eyed casual cultivators will follow along.
But now that there is a comparison, many people will compare the teaching results of Wushuang Academy horizontally.
"Can you guarantee the success of a certain family's soul casting?"
"After the soul is successfully cast, won't the combat power be lost to everyone?"
These are the two problems that lobbyists have to face when recruiting doorgoers recently.
But this kind of question, how dare they give a standard answer.
The rich family have martial arts masters and even master-level powerhouses, but what these masters really specialize in is the root art.
Their own children, even if they are side branches, as long as they accumulate enough, they can pat their chests to guarantee the soul.
But outside these casual cultivators, they have practiced some inconsistent techniques, and most of the fragments of ancient books in the Profound Realm are Huang-level techniques with no future.
Lobbyists sometimes wonder whether this influential exercise has the possibility of casting souls, and how dare to give a positive answer, they can only consider him.
"There are many top martial arts masters in the clan, and they will definitely be able to answer Mr.'s questions. Besides, there are also grandmaster-level figures sitting here. What Wushuang Academy can do, this clan can only do better."
Even though the lobbyists are clever, most casual repairers are still skeptical.
Although it has become more and more difficult to win over doormen, the number of casual repairs that cannot be held up is huge, so it has not aroused the vigilance of lobbyists.
It’s just that Tang Luo once again felt the discomfort of striding too much, and the remodeled Wushuang City can now accommodate nearly 10,000 students. In just half a month, these have come to Chixia from the sky. The students enrolled in the mountain took up these dormitories.
Of course, the city hall is extremely happy, because there are huge amounts of resources flowing in every day, but Tang Luo is not so happy.
The largest sky-level lecture hall in the college is full of steps, but it can only accommodate more than a thousand people.
The number of students with a scale of 10,000 means that nearly ten classes are taught every day, which does not include the time taken by a single disciple to ask questions.
But there was no one in the academy who could really be called a helper. Du Ting could help check the disciples in retreat, but there was no way to replace Tang Luo.
Although I once told Yun Xiu that as long as the mortal and fierce realm can be taught, tens of thousands can be taught, but in the face of tens of thousands of students, Tang Luo is still busy becoming a top, and all time is occupied.
‘If this continues, this academy will really become a teaching machine with no emotions. You must find a way to recruit some martial arts masters to teach together! ’
Tang Luo shuddered for no apparent reason, thinking that there were still thousands of practitioners waiting to enroll outside Wushuang Academy.
But just like what An Yuanxi said, facing an academy with nearly 10,000 students, he really lacks skills.
Reluctantly, Du Ting had to recruit Du Sha and Meng Jiao to the dean's room.
"The size of the college is getting bigger and bigger, and it's already difficult to support it with just one person, so I have to look for an assistant outside."
Tang Luochao said to the two of them: "Elder Du Ting has asked the wind media in the city to spread missions, looking for those who are good at theory or title-level powerhouses who are interested in this. You two will take a trip for me."
"Don't worry, lead the dean!"
Meng Jiao patted his chest and said: "It is a great honor for them to come to the college to teach, and the subordinates will tie them up!"
Obviously, this person completely misunderstood the intention of Hengxian.
I wanted a heavy hammer to hit Meng Jiao's head, thinking that the other party might not be able to bear it, Tang Luo twitched his hand and said, "Please remember to treat each other with courtesy. If the other party doesn't want it, don't force it."
"Subordinates know."
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Recruitment is easy to say but difficult to do.
Although the task was assigned to Du Sha and Meng Jiao, Tang Luo did not actually have much confidence in taking over.
To be honest, if martial arts research is not supported by resources, after all, it is just a pavilion.
This also just shows that it is very difficult for truly capable martial arts researchers to be born out of the wild, let alone those title-level powerhouses who have demonstrated their skills in heroic competitions.
However, it seems unrealistic to promote talents from among students to become teaching assistants. Normally, there are eight points in the stomach, and only two or three points can be poured out.
After all, martial arts is not bragging about the big mountain, just dare to think about it, it must have a strong theoretical foundation, and the reason why these casual courses come to school is because of lack of theory.
Although Tang Luo taught them some necessary knowledge and core content, it is only applicable to them personally, and it is far from being used to teach.
At least they have to wait until this group of students have completed the soul-building course, and then accumulated and explored in the evil realm for more than ten years, and their realm has improved before they can be used for teaching.
But a warrior who is really grind to this level, who does not form a family by himself or join a large force, will have a few more to teach.
"Trouble, talent is monopolized by the family!"
Putting aside unrealistic fantasy, Tang Luo sorted out the manuscripts on the case and prepared to go to class.
As soon as he stepped out of the dean's room, he saw Du Ting walking quickly.
"Dean, someone responded to the posted job posting"
"So fast!?"
Tang Luo was a little surprised. He was the first to respond to his thoughts that he had been rushing to the doctor. This made him feel a little excited.
Seeing the dean’s happy and uplifted appearance, Du Ting suddenly hesitated. It is naturally great that someone can share the worries with the dean, but the identity of the person here is
"Well, how come Elder Du Ting looks like this, but what's wrong with the examinee?"
Looking at Du Ting's tangled appearance, Tang Luo asked like this.
"It's not wrong to report back to the dean, it's just that the person who came here is Palace Master Shentu from the Bounty Guild."
Du Ting gritted his teeth and revealed his future identity.
The recruitment posts released by Wushuang Academy are extremely demanding, and Wu Zong's cultivation level alone has eliminated 90% of the casual cultivation.
But no matter how high the requirements are, the title-level powerhouses at the pinnacle of the fierce realm can definitely meet the criteria for priority admission.
But Shentu Jihui is the hunting king of the bounty guild. This identity is really unclear about this person's intention to accept the recruitment post, and it is also the root of Du Ting's expression.
"Let Shentu Palace Master wait in the reception room, and see him when this academy finishes class."
Compared to Du Ting's entanglement, Tang Luo seemed much more free and easy. Instead of guessing here, it's better to see him.
No matter what the other party's purpose is, since he is here, the other party can't turn the sky, so what can be worried about.
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Wushuang Academy Reception Room
The sturdy and impressive Palace Master of the Demon Slayer stared at Du Ting with vertical pupils, like a giant python locking the prey: "What did the dean really say?"
The body was running unconsciously, and his soul trembled uncontrollably. Du Ting, who was stared at by Shentu Jihui, felt that he was facing the ancient monster.
Although he is a Wuzong-level martial artist, he can be sure that if the person in front of him provokes an uproar, he can kill himself on the spot in a few rounds, just as he once faced the Supreme Master of the Mi Family.
Is this powerless feeling of life and death in the control of others, the power of a title-level powerhouse?
With the crystal armor added, Du Ting put on a battle posture, and said solemnly: "If Palace Master Shentu is unwilling to wait, he can leave. If you want to go wild, Du Ting will accompany you!"
Shocked and frightened, as the second master in the academy right now, Du Ting felt that he could not fall into the prestige of Wushuang City. Even if he knew he was defeated, he had to put on a posture to fight.
The vertical pupils contracted, and Shentu Jihui's intent to kill was even worse, just when Du Ting thought that the other party was going to do something, and exclaimed that my life would stop.
The Master of the Slaughter Demon Palace dissipated, and said lightly: "Since it was the dean's intention, the palace is waiting here."
After saying this, Shentu Jihui closed his eyes and began to exercise his spirits.
When the murderous aura dissipated, Du Ting's tight gong body suddenly loosened, dispersing the crystal armor, pretending to be calm and said: "Then please wait for the palace owner, and Du will send someone to bring refreshments."
The Lord Slaughterhouse didn't respond, and Du Ting didn't feel embarrassed. He turned around pretendingly, and then walked steadily toward the reception room step by step.
After stepping out of the door, the entire back collapsed, his heart was beating continuously, shaking off the sweat from his hands, and Du Ting fled away.
After a few hours, Tang Luo, who had finished his lecture, came to the reception room. Just stepping into the room with his front feet, the Slaughter Demon Palace Master, who had been closing his eyes and doing power, opened his eyes, murderous aura mixed with Reiki pressure, and came like turbulent waves. People swing away.
"The schoolwork is busy, the palace owner has been waiting for a long time."
Not caring about this bit of murderous spirit, Tang Luo walked to the chair opposite to the Master of the Slaughter Demon Palace and sat down like a silly person, and smiled at Shentu Jihui, who was still exuding murderous intent, "This time this hospital will not I care about it, if I stare again, I will dig out the pair of vertical pupils."
At first, Shentu Jihui only wanted to express his impatience and dissatisfaction with murderous aura, but he did not expect to be directly pushed back like this.
What made him even more surprised was that the secret method of vertical pupils couldn't force the dean's boldness and the depth of the person in front of him could not be seen, but the other party said that he was going to dig his own eyes, his tone was as plain as he was going to buy vegetables at the street.
"Is the dean so confident?"
Reducing the murderous spirit, Shentu Jihui asked with a smile.
"I didn't have much confidence in the beginning."
Tang Luo shrugged, took a sip of the tea that had been chilled on the table and drank it faintly: "Isn't this the palace owner hurt? Since it's here, let's talk about it, who can make Longzhou famous? The Lord of the Slaughter Demon Palace was so badly injured that he let the palace owner put down the glory and wealth of Dalin City and came to the small mountain city of Chixia?"
(End of this chapter)