A Zanpakutō at the beginning of Meiman

The little girl was wearing tattered clothes, covered with mud ditches and stains, and exuded a stench that made everyone around her frown. She looked like a little beggar who had just crawled out of a garbage dump.

Compared with other clothes around that are neat, clean and hygienic, in order to make a good impression on Mao Lingju Academy, this dirty and smelly little girl can be said to be 'stand out from the crowd' .

The little girl seemed to have been hungry for a long time, her footsteps were unusually slow, and her thin and petite body was shaking slightly, making one unable to help but worry that a gust of wind would blow her away from overwork.

Even so, she persisted and walked in front of Mrs. Qing Shan.

"Grandpa, hello~"

The little girl was very polite and bowed respectfully to the old man.

"Well... let's test it."

There was a slight smile on Qingshan's old face, and he felt good in his heart. After all, a polite child is always likable.

"Yes."

The little girl was very weak, she just said a few words, took a few breaths, and then pressed her dirty hands on the instrument.

Beep beep! ! !

In an instant, the instrument made a beeping sound, and the numbers on it began to jump wildly, and finally stopped at the number 'six'.

"Um?!"

Originally, the eyelids were drooping, and the Qingshan family seemed to be dozing off, in the cloudy pupils, a flash of light suddenly bloomed: "It turned out to be... a sixth-class spiritual pressure?!"

Everyone was shocked!

They waited from day to night, and this was the first time they saw that instrument and gave such a strong reaction!

I believe that as long as you are not a fool, you will understand what this means.

That girl is different!

really.

Qing Shan who had been sitting for a long time got up slowly, with a gentle expression on his face, he stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "Not bad, I finally found a good seedling, and after I go back now, I don't need to laugh at the other old fellows. "

This time there are four enrollment bases, which are set up in the four gates of the southeast, northwest, and he is the examiner in charge of the east gate test.

After a whole day, he only recruited less than a hundred people, and all of them were 'tenth-class spiritual pressure'. He was already desperate, and he was ready to be laughed at by other old guys when he went back.

Can never imagine!

When it was almost the end, God suddenly gave him a surprise!

The first evaluation was a 'sixth-class spiritual pressure', and if there were no accidents in the future, it was almost a certainty that he would become a captain-level god of death in the future!

"This is impossible!"

The black man felt outraged and thought he had been discriminated against. He yelled, "You guys are discriminatory. Why did I not pass? This damned bastard passed? Damn old man, are you sneaking tricks behind your back?"

"Son, what's your name?"

Aoyama completely ignored the clown-like black man and continued to ask the little girl.

The little girl raised her head and said in a hoarse voice, "My...name is Chen."

Only then did Qingshan notice that although the girl is not very old and covered in dirty dirt, she can still get a glimpse of her beauty.

The only regrettable thing is that her eyes have no pupils, only a pale color, which looks quite scary.

"List?"

Mrs. Qing Shan stroked his beard and asked curiously, "Son, do you have a complete name?"

The girl shook her head and said sadly: "I...don't remember..."

"Fack! Bitch!"

The black man's eyes flickered fiercely, and the jealousy on his face became more and more intense.

Why?

That skinny little bastard could pass the test, but someone as strong as him was brushed off!

This must be discrimination!

That's right, that damn old man must have tampered with it on purpose, otherwise, how could someone as physically strong as him fail the test?

The more black people think about it, the more they feel that this is the case, their hearts are extremely unbalanced, and they gradually become distorted and perverted.

Since what he can't get, no one else can get it either!

Ruin her!

Kill the bloody slut!

"Go to hell, you bloody little bastard!" The black man let out a growl, suddenly burst from behind, and punched the unsuspecting girl!

"what!"

The crowd was stunned by this scene.

too suddenly!

No one thought that such a thing would happen!

The burly and strong figure of the black man formed a very strong contrast with the thin figure of the little girl in an instant. Many people even closed their eyes, unable to bear to see what happened to the girl.

With that little girl's physical fitness, it is absolutely impossible to resist this punch!

"Die, die, die..."

Cruelty and tyranny were intertwined in the eyes of the black man, and he roared ferociously: "Go to hell!!!"

however.

Everyone seems to have forgotten one thing, there is also a god of death present!

"How brave!"

Qingshan's eyes flickered with coldness, he slowly raised his fingertips, and wrote lightly: "One of the bound roads, Sai."

call out!

Invisible spiritual power surged out from the fingertips, instantly binding the hands and feet of the black man, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get rid of the restraints.

"what!"

The black man fell to the ground fiercely, and when he raised his head, he happened to meet the old man's icy eyes. The heavy murderous intent hit him like the cold of the twelfth lunar month, which made him feel almost frozen.

"Heh... you are quite courageous."

Master Qing Shan took the girl behind him, stroked her beard and sneered, "How dare you attack the students of the Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy in front of this old man, the death penalty is unforgivable!"

"No...you can't kill me!"

The black man was completely panicked, and only then remembered that the old man in front of him had come out of the huge white wall... Death!

The black man looked terrified, wriggling crazily on the ground, trying to get away from the white-clothed old man, and then started talking nonsense: "I...I am a citizen of the United States of America, you cannot kill me, you have no right to judge I......"

Before he could finish his words, a blade of light passed across his neck.

laugh! ! !

A head rolled to the ground, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

hiss--

Hundreds of people around witnessed this scene, they gasped, their faces turned pale.

"law?"

Qing Shan's blood-stained knife, white clothes as new, spotless, and a slightly cold face: "In the world of corpses and souls, the Lingling Court is the law."

Say it.

The Qingshan family glanced slightly, and stared at everyone coldly: "Do you have any opinions?"

"No, we have no complaints!"

"That's right, that guy deserves to die!"

"It's just..."

The bystanders around shook their heads one after another, turning into the party of justice, and shifted all their anger and guilt onto the beheaded black man.

joke......

As for the knife in your old hand, who dares to have an opinion?

Many of them looked contemptuous and moved out the laws of the United States of America. I'm afraid this person's mind must be filled with water, this is the world of corpses and souls!

"Child, come here."

The cold expression on Qingshan's face faded away, and then he showed a soft smile, saying: "From today onwards, you are my disciple!"

"is teacher!"