Douluo Angel of Death

Old Jack's clothes were already glamorous in the Holy Soul Village, but when he arrived in Notting City, he looked like a countryman, and the concierge looked at him with a little disdain.

Tang San couldn't help thinking, the same people in the city, those spirit masters treated the villagers very calmly and did not underestimate them.From the details, we can tell each other's education.

Generally speaking, people who despise others are despising themselves.

Old Jack hurriedly said with a smile: "This little brother, we are from Shenghun Village. This child is a work-student sent by our village this year. You see, what procedures do we need to go through?"

The concierge frowned, and said in a strange way: "Can the grass nest still produce the golden phoenix? There are people in a small village who have spirit power? The college has not had a work-study student for many years. You are not fakes, right."

A trace of anger flashed in Old Jack's eyes, but he still swallowed his anger and took out the certificate issued by the deacon Su Yuntao of the Spirit Hall last time and handed it to the concierge.

The concierge received the proof and looked up and down, "Wuhun Lan Yincao? Still full of soul power? Funny, this is really a big surprise. I have been working as a concierge in the college for four years, and I have not heard of it. A student with innate soul power, this kid’s spirit is Blue Silver Grass, can it still be full of soul power? I think you must have forged the proof of this spirit hall."

"You..." No matter how good Jack's temper is, he can't bear it anymore. "You are making things difficult on purpose. Okay, wait, I'll go to the deacon of the Wuhun branch hall. Mistress, let's go. "Speaking, Jack turned Tang San and walked towards the city.

Naturally, the proof of the Wuhun branching hall could not be false, and the concierge knew it, but people who came to send new students would generally be a little bit more interesting, especially civilian families.This is the reason that the so-called Hades live well, and the little devil is difficult to deal with.

Old Jack was born in the country, even though he was a village chief, he didn't understand these ways.

The concierge felt a little uneasy. If the people from the Spirit Hall really came, he wouldn't be able to bear it. Of course, he also believed that the people from the Spirit Hall would never come to the academy for questioning for such two country bumpkins.

My heart was depressed, and the words in my mouth were naturally unpleasant, "Return to the Holy Soul Village, I think the Beggar Village is pretty much the same."

"What are you talking about?" Old Jack turned around abruptly. The concierge's words can be said to touch the greatest pride in his heart. He was able to turn his face with Tang Hao because of this. At this time, the concierge was even a person from outside the village, making him even more so unbearable.A few steps back, he glared at the porter.

The concierge was startled by the aggressive old Jack and couldn't help taking a step back, but he quickly reacted and cursed himself secretly, isn't he just an old man? What's terrible.

"Why? I'm not convinced. I said that you are from the village of beggars. Is it wrong? Look at this little poor man, his clothes are all patches. I think you should find a place to beg. We Nordin The college is not a shantang. Get out, get out."

While talking, the porter raised his left hand and pushed it towards Jack's chest, about to drive them away.

Just as the old Jack was furious, suddenly, a thin figure appeared between the two of them, and he also raised his left arm. His delicate little hand barely reached the hand of the porter, and his left hand pressed hard to the right, and suddenly the porter Pushing away with his left hand, the thin figure quickly took a step forward with his right foot. The sole of the foot was just behind the doorman's left foot. At the same time, his right hand was raised, and the doorman's hand was clamped down with his left hand.

Originally, this palm should be cut at the corner of the opponent’s left arm, making it unable to exert any force, but the person doing it is really short, so he can only buckle the wrist of the porter. His movements are extremely fast, and his body moves forward at the same time. Tan, both hands pushed forward while throwing away the doorman's left hand.Just pushed it in the lower abdomen of the porter.

There was an extra foot behind the porter's left foot. Although that foot was not big, it was enough to complete the effect he should have. The lower abdomen was stressed, and there was a stir under his feet. Only a normal sound was heard, and the porter was already sitting on the ground.

"Little San, you..." Jack looked at the person standing in front of him dumbfounded.

It was Tang San who made the shot. The style he used was not even the Tang Sect's unique knowledge, but was the simplest way to push the window and look at the moon in his original martial arts world. Of course, from his figure, it was natural to Deformed.Not only was it unable to cut the opponent's arm, but the hand that was supposed to be pushed on the opponent's chest was also pushed on the lower abdomen. Of course, the result was the same.

Although the Tang trio were not big, their strength was definitely not small.The hammers of the past few months were not made in vain, even if the Xuantian Technique was not used, it still knocked down the concierge.

"Smelly boy, you're looking for death." What a shame to be pushed by a child, the concierge was angrily, getting up from the ground to rush towards Tang San.

"Okay, stop it." At this moment, a somewhat hoarse voice sounded, preventing the porter from moving.

The concierge froze for a moment, and then, his anger suddenly turned into flattery. The change was so fast that it was unimaginable. He nodded and bowed to the visitor: "Master, you are back."

Tang San turned his head to look. There was a middle-sized, slightly thin man in between. He didn't know when he had come to them.It seems that this person is about forty or fifty years old, with short black hair separated by three or seven, and looks very ordinary, with his hands behind his back, but he has a special temperament on his body, with a little laziness and decadence between his eyes.

The'Master' just glanced at the concierge, ignored him, and said to Old Jack: "Old sir, can you show me the proof of the Spirit Hall?"

After all, the old Jack was born as a village head, and he was good at observing his words. From the expression of the concierge, he could tell that the status of the middle-aged man in the academy was definitely not low, not to mention the title of Master.Hastened to pass the proof in his hand.

The master looked at the proof, then turned his gaze to Tang San, and looked at him up and down a few times, not knowing why, although the master's gaze was not sharp, Tang San had a transparent feeling of being seen.

"The proof is true, old gentleman, I apologize to you on behalf of the college for what happened just now. Leave this child to me."

A character who was at least a soul master apologized to him. Old Jack’s vanity was greatly satisfied, and he hurriedly shook his hands and said: "No need to apologize, no need to apologize. We are not good. Master, then this kid will trouble you. . Xiaosan, you can follow the master in, but you must be obedient."

Tang San nodded, but did not speak.

Before, when the master stopped the concierge from rushing towards him, his left hand had already been raised, and the insurance on the Xiujian had been opened.If the master in front of him is one step later, maybe there will be a short arrow in the throat of the porter.

[General outline of Tang Sect Xuantian Baolu, Article 3, make sure that your opponent is the enemy, as long as he has a way to die, don’t be merciful, otherwise it will only add trouble to yourself]

In Tang San's view, the concierge's action against an old man like Jack, coupled with his meanness, already had a way to kill himself.At the same time, he was absolutely sure that no one, including old Jack, would find that he had issued that sleeve arrow.Without evidence, who can say that he murdered?The Tang Sect's silent sleeve arrows are extremely fast, and there will only be a shadow, how can the concierge be able to dodge it.

Jack exhorted Tang San a few more words before he left.

The master glanced at the concierge faintly, "This is the first and last time. If there is another offense, you don't need to stay." His voice was hoarse with calmness, but there was a kind of irrefutable. a feeling of.

The cold sweat was coming from behind the porter, and he hurried to the side in response.

The master looked down at Tang San, with a smile on his face, his facial muscles seemed to be a little stiff, and the way he laughed was a bit disdainful.Raising Tang San's hand, he said, "Let's go in."

The master's hands were soft and dry, and they were very comfortable to hold, giving Tang San a sense of trust virtually.Under his leadership, Tang San finally walked into this academy.

"Teacher, thank you." Tang San said to Master.

"Teacher? I'm not a teacher in the academy." The master lowered his head and glanced at Tang San, then said lightly.

"Not a teacher? Didn't you just mean representing the college?"

The master shook his head. He, who had always had no patience, was extra tolerant today. He once again squeezed out that ugly smile, "Who said that the teachers of the academy must represent the academy?"

Tang San suddenly said: "I understand, then you must be the principal or leader of the college."

The master laughed and said, "You are a six-year-old child, so smart. However, you still guessed wrong."

Tang San asked in confusion: "Then you are?"

The master said: "I'm just a guest here to eat and drink. Just like everyone else, call me Master. Everyone calls me that way. I have even forgotten my name. The proof of Wuhun Hall. It says that your name is Tang San, right, Tang San, you have to understand that the meanings of the master and the teacher are very different. Don't call it wrong in the future. Unless..."

When he said this, he heard what he said, but his eyes flashed with a burning light, "Unless you really want me to be your teacher."

"Do you want to teach me to practice martial arts?" Tang San asked.

The master stopped and stood still facing Tang San, "Then would you like it?"

Tang San naturally stopped and looked up at the master in front of him. Observing from a close distance at this time, looking up again, he found that the master's mouth was a bit big and his lips were thick.He did not speak, nor said yes, nor did he say no.

The master looked at Tang San's stunned eyes, and the stiff smile appeared again, "Okay, you really are a smart boy."

There are two meanings of not speaking, one is not rushing to refuse, so as not to offend the master.The second is to use action to ask the master, why should I worship you as a teacher?

Like old Jack, the master raised his hand and rubbed Tang San's head, "With such a great talent and so smart, it seems that I have to be attached to it. How to say, you are also the third twin in the past century Wuhun."

Hearing what the master said, Tang San was taken aback. Seeing the master's gaze suddenly changed, his left wrist had also been quietly lifted, with a look of uncertainty in his eyes.

The master old god was watching him and smiling: "Are you curious, why would I know that you are a twin spirit?" As he said, he shook the proof that old Jack gave him in his hand. Because of this proof. Maybe other people can't see the flaws in it, but if I can't see it either, then I don't deserve the word master."

"I once surveyed 647 people whose martial arts are Blue Silver Grass. Among them, 16 have soul power, and the probability is less than 3%. And even these 16 people with soul power There is no soul power that can exceed level 1, but you are innately full of soul power at level 10. According to one of the ten core competencies of Wuhun that I have studied, the size of innate soul power is proportional to the quality of the spirit. Look. Blue Silver Grass is obviously not satisfied, so I can be sure that you should have another Martial Spirit, and it is a very powerful Martial Spirit."

Tang San's eyes gradually calmed down, and he retorted, "Everything has exceptions, why can't I be a special case?"

The master nodded earnestly, and said: "Yes, there are exceptions to everything, but your martial spirit is Blue Silver Grass, so you are obviously not that exception. The Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire have been twins in the past 100 years. Although there have only been two martial arts, there have been nineteen people who are born with full soul power. I have carefully studied the martial arts of each of them, and they are all powerful. The youngest one has now reached the highest level. The level of the soul master. Apart from the fourteen powerful spirits inherited from the family lineage, there are five exceptions."