Douluo protects our spirit hall

Chapter 137 This Child Cannot Be Let Go
Tang San was very confident in his sleeve arrows.

The sleeve arrow in the wrist is a silent sleeve arrow carefully crafted by him. It hardly makes any noise when fired, and the shooting speed is extremely fast.

He is confident that he can kill the porter silently.

Even the old Jack standing beside him couldn't detect his secret movements.

An ordinary person like a concierge will definitely not be able to avoid being shot by a hidden arrow.

Tang San grinned slightly, looking at the porter who got up from the ground, his eyes were cold:

"You bastard, you already have a way to kill. Even if you kill you, no one will find out that I did it. Without evidence, who can prove that I killed someone? So, go die!"

not far away.

In shadows invisible to the naked eye.

Ye Qifeng looked at Tang San's actions and shook his head.

Xin said that he is worthy of being a bitch, dog, a disagreement is the way to death, the concierge just said a few unpleasant words, you are going to kill him? !
hehe~~
Ye Qifeng let out a laugh.

Sensing the deep cold breath beside him, it seemed to be a little more intense.

So he asked:
"Elder Ghost, what do you think?"

The ghost next to him, with a hoarse voice, commented a few words:

"Look at that kid's movements just now, he has some footwork, grappling, and clever use of skills. It seems that he has practiced."

"And the concierge is just an ordinary person with little ability, otherwise he wouldn't fall down as soon as he fell. Obviously he is not the boy's opponent."

Ye Qifeng smiled slightly and nodded lightly.

Of course he understands.

That's because Tang San used the inner secrets of the Tang Sect that he had practiced for five years, the method of lightening one's body, the method of ghost shadow obsession, and the method of grasping, controlling cranes and catching dragons.

Even if you don't have much strength, it's no problem dealing with ordinary people's porters.

At this time, the ghost's eyes fell on Tang San's raised left wrist, and he frowned suddenly:
"There is something wrong with that kid. I can feel that there is something hidden on his left wrist. It is dangerous. He wants to kill the porter."

"The concierge spoke rudely, mocked his parents, and taught him a lesson. There is nothing wrong with that, but the crime does not warrant death, but he still wants to kill someone."

"From this point of view, that kid is narrow-minded, ruthless and ruthless."

"His Royal Highness, should we intervene?"

Ye Qifeng smiled and shook his head, pointing to the direction of Notting College:
"No, someone will come out to stop him. Now, it's here."

The ghost followed the instructions of His Highness the Son, and was taken aback for a moment.

It turned out to be an acquaintance.

Someone he can't see.

This person, the ghost has not seen or heard of it for many years.

Thought he was dead.

Unexpectedly, he actually hid in such a corner.

No wonder the previous pope wanted to kill him, but he could not be found
In front of Notting College.

Tang San was about to trigger the spring of the sleeve arrow, shoot the sleeve arrow, and kill the porter in one fell swoop.

"Okay, stop."

At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded like a drake.

The voice that appeared suddenly stopped Tang San's attempt, and also stopped the doorman from wanting to catch Tang San and beat him up.

Tang San frowned, feeling a little unhappy.

He didn't know who the person was, what level of cultivation he had, and whether he would find out his intention to shoot the porter.

So don't dare to act rashly anymore.

Tang San returned to his expressionless face, and put down his left hand without a trace.

However, the insurance on the sleeve arrow was not closed, and it faintly pointed in the direction of the source of the voice.

Tang San turned his head to look.

A middle-aged man with a disheveled face, stiff cheeks that were somewhat sunken, a cropped beard, and dressed in coarse linen came out from the gate of Notting College.

The age of middle-aged men is about four to fifty years old.

His appearance looks quite ordinary, even ugly, with a bit of laziness and decadence on his body.

I don't know why, but Tang San has a very cordial feeling.

Oh, by the way, this feeling of laziness and decadence is almost exactly the same as that of my father.

Tang San couldn't help thinking of his father, Tang Hao.

The eyes that looked at the middle-aged man suddenly softened.

This middle-aged man is exactly the waste master Yu Xiaogang who has been staying at Notting College all the time, eating, drinking and staying, refusing to teach students knowledge in class, and pretentious.

In the past few days, it is the time for the new students of Notting College to register.

In order to find a genius with excellent talent to verify his so-called Wuhun theory, Yu Xiaogang came to guard the gate of Notting College every day.

I hope I can intercept a talented student.

But it's a pity that Notting College is only a remote elementary soul master college after all, and the students it recruits are not very talented.

Almost all of the students have innate soul power qualifications below the third level, and none of the innate soul power qualifications are above the fifth or sixth level.

Yu Xiaogang didn't like a student with such low talent at all, and he didn't even want to teach him.

How can his knowledge be passed on to these trash students?

That is absolutely impossible.

To enter his eyes, at least one must be a genius with an innate soul power of level seven or above.

Only in this way are you qualified to accept his teachings.

Therefore, Yu Xiaogang came here again and again full of hope, and returned disappointed again and again.

Today is the last day for new students to register.

Like the past few days, Yu Xiaogang wanted to come over to see if he could pick up a good seedling with excellent talent.

In fact, he has been by the side and listened to it for a long time.

Seeing the concierge receive the soul master certificate from Old Jack, Yu Xiaogang also felt a little itchy, wanting to step forward and take a look at the information recorded on it.

But seeing Tang San wearing tattered and patched clothes, he looked sloppy.

Yu Xiaogang lost interest.

His thinking, in fact, was the same as that of the concierge, and he looked down upon Tang San a bit.

What kind of qualifications can a poor commoner have?
It must be a low-quality student with only a little innate soul power.

Yu Xiaogang sighed, shook his head, didn't think there was any hope, thought about it and still didn't go out.

Until from the porter's mouth, I heard some words about Tang San's martial spirit and innate spirit power.

Yu Xiaogang finally couldn't stand anymore:
"What? Is it congenitally full of soul power? Martial soul or a waste martial soul like Blue Silver Grass? Can Blue Silver Grass be innately full of soul power? Are you kidding me?"

"No, that's not right, the Blue Silver Grass is just a waste martial soul, it can't be born full of soul power."

"Based on my excellent martial soul theory, the aptitude of innate full soul power must come from a top-level martial soul genius."

"So, that child's martial soul is not Blue Silver Grass, but some top-level martial soul."

"However, the soul master's certificate should not be fake. Although the Wuhun Temple is not very good, it is still very strict in the management of Wuhun awakening."

"So that child's martial soul is really just blue silver grass?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"By the way, there is another possibility, twin souls, twin martial souls!"

"Oh my God!"

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang seemed to have discovered some shocking secret, and a turbulent sea was set off in his heart, his eyes bulged, and his breathing became short of breath:

"Such a genius, I must never let it go, I must keep it in my bag!"

At this moment when Yu Xiaogang was in a daze, Tang San clashed with the porter.

Seeing that the porter was about to grab Tang San, he beat him up.

Having already appointed Tang San as his future disciple, Yu Xiaogang would naturally not allow this to happen.

So Yu Xiaogang immediately uttered a voice and stopped the porter's movements.

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