Douluo's personal pendant

No one can accept this fact, and Oscar and Ma Hongjun even embraced and wept.

Looking at the agitated people, Flender coughed slightly, picked up the dress that Ning Rongrong had thrown on the chair, and said with a serious face: "Actually, you see, this dress is also very beautiful. Well, you have to know that you are not ordinary people, you are monsters, you are monsters of Shrek Academy. This time you are playing for Shrek Academy. Naturally, you have to wear a dress with strong Shrek Academy characteristics. ."

"Look at this yellow, it's like the sun above, hot and energetic, and this green, like the green grass, is vigorous and unforgiving. It has a great meaning. Look at these trademarks again. Don't look at them. The logo, but behind them, there are shops supporting our college. The more the logo, the stronger the strength of our college and the more supporters. And you see, this fabric, this style , I worked hard to design this, so you can't live up to my expectations of you."

"amount."

Hearing Flander forcibly talked a lot, everyone expressed speechlessness, but looking at his serious expression, no matter how repelled it was in his heart, there was no way, but he could only accept that he would be wearing this yellow buckle in a few days. If you want to take part in the competition, you can know how everyone will laugh at them when they come on stage.

"It's shameful, you will definitely be laughed at by then."

"Yes, the profiteer principal is too much."

"Oh, I don't want to wear this."

"Me too, oooooo."

Tang San looked back at Ning Rongrong and Wu who reluctantly took the clothes and ran behind to whisper with Wu, as well as Oscar and Ma Hongjun who were hugging each other and continuing to cry. He glanced at the clothes in his hands. Although he was very reluctant, he could only bow his head and sigh, and at this moment, a door opening sound came from his ear.

Turning his head to see, the master entered the room with a thin figure. The figure was naturally Meng Wu who provoked Tang Fei before, but Tang Fei did not look at him at this time. After all, he was a person, so there was no need to take it to heart. Meng Wu entered the house, originally with a smile on his face as he was selected on the list, but when he saw Tang Fei, seeing Tang Fei looking at his clothes with a complicated face, he thought of what happened in the training camp early in the morning and smiled instantly. Lost, bowed his head in silence.

"teacher."

Tang San shouted politely, greeted the master, and attracted all his attention from the clothes to the master.

"Grandmaster."

"Grandmaster."

........

After everyone greeted the master one by one, let them clear the way. The master walked up to everyone and stood beside Flanders. He turned around and saw them all with melancholy on their faces, just about to ask, he saw that they were holding them in their hands. In that piece of clothing, he could only cough a few times without looking away.

Of course he didn’t care about the uniforms. When he asked Flanders to apply for the training camp, Flanders’ condition was that he was only responsible for the selection of people, and he could not intervene in the rest. He didn't want to intervene in others. Things, so I agreed, but I didn't expect that this fellow Flander would make clothes that pollute his eyes.

"Poor, poor."

After having pity for these children in his heart, he looked at the people and said: "I will participate in the competition in a few minutes, so besides mobilizing you, there is another purpose of bringing you together today is to introduce you. rule."

"Senior Elite Soul Master Academy Competition..."

In the next half of an hour, the master recounted all the rules of the competition's qualifiers, promotion matches and final finals. Everyone listened carefully, but Tang Fei was lethargic. What rules are important to him?It's not important at all, well, and he didn't plan to follow Shrek Academy from start to finish to finish this game. He still has important things to do to save the mainland.

"That's how the rules are. The above points, do you understand?"

After narrating the last rule, the master took a sip from the water cup beside him and said to the people, but he saw that except for Tang Fei, Tang San, and Dai Mubai, the others were confused or pretending With a pensive look, he couldn't help Zou Qi frowning, but think about it, as long as Tang San and the others can remember, the others should not make mistakes following them, and it is not a big deal if others don't understand.

Thinking of this, the master stretched slightly and looked at the people: "You don't need to be too true to the rules. The rules are second. The most important thing is to show your strength. So you need to practice hard after you go back, but remember not to be too tired. , Keep yourself in good condition, and if there is nothing else, just leave."

"Yes, master."

After everyone responded in unison, they walked out the door with yellow-green shirts in turn.

"Tang Fei."

Zhu Zhuqing came over and grabbed Tang Fei's sleeves, only to find that he didn't mean to leave, so he looked at him with confusion.

Tang Fei smiled and said to him: "You and Alice go home first, I have something to do with the master."

"Ok."

Although she didn't know what Tang Fei wanted, Zhu Zhuqing didn't ask much, and walked out with Alice, who had been holding her arm.

"Fly, what else do you have."

Yugang had a few conversations with Flanders, and was about to leave. When he turned around, he saw Tang Fei still standing there, and asked curiously.

Tang Fei smiled and looked at Flanders: "Dean, can you give us some space, let me and the master have a few words alone."

"what."

Flender looked at him blankly, and said puzzledly: "You can talk alone....Well, then I'll go for a walk first. When you go, remember to close the door for me."

After that, Flander got up and went out under the gaze of Tang Fei's smile. After going out, he closed the door very intimately.

After watching Flander close the door, Tang Fei turned to look at the master who was looking at him in confusion, took a deep breath, and took a few steps forward.

"Fly, what's the problem with you."

The master looked at Tang Fei, who was only half a meter away from him, and asked in confusion.

Tang Fei looked at him calmly, and after a moment of indulgence, he asked, "Master knows who our father is."

He mentioned his father, the master's pupils involuntarily shrank a few minutes, and after a minute of silence, he slowly said: "I met him when I was just entering school."

Tang Fei looked at him and continued to ask, "The master knows that my brother is the owner of dual martial arts."

"I know." The master nodded in response.

Tang Fei smiled, and then asked: "The master thinks that if the team encounters an overly strong opponent without me taking action, will my brother choose to expose his second martial arts to help the team win. "

The master lowered his head and thought for a while, then replied: "With San's character, he will."

Tang Fei still looked at him and said with a light smile: "The master knows the past of my father and Wuhun Hall many years ago."

"I heard it." The master whispered.

Tang Fei took a few deep breaths, looked directly at the master's eyes, and sternly said: "The master knows, if his brother exposes the second spirit, he will be treated like the spirit hall."

"I do not know."

The master shook his head and looked away.

Tang Fei smiled and said, "He will be hunted down and wanted, and there will be no place for me and my brother in the entire continent."

"..."

The master had nothing to say and looked down at the floor, but Tang Fei kept on saying, "So, I want to ask the master to let my brother not participate in this competition."

"No, three him..."

The master turned his head emotionally and stared at Tang Fei, but he lowered his head before he finished speaking, not daring to look at Tang San.

"What is he, is he a tool for you to prove yourself?"

"No...no, I...me."

The master held the corner of the table, and blue veins protruded from the back of his hand.