I don't have soul skills, I can kill Douluo

"Release your martial spirit." Yu Xiaogang nodded slightly, looking at Tang San.

The concierge's attitude towards this person was so respectful. He must be the instructor of the college, right? Moreover, when he was looking at me, I always felt like I was being seen through. Tang San nodded, stretched out his right hand, and in the blue light, a blue silver grass appeared out of thin air.

"It's proven to be true, old man. I apologize to you on behalf of the college for what happened just now. Leave these two children to me. I will take them to go through the formalities myself." Yu Xiaogang turned to look at Old Jack and said Mild a little.

"No need to apologize, no need to apologize." To be called a master by the guard, in Old Jack's opinion, he is at least a soul master. Being able to make such a person apologize in person made him feel satisfied in his heart, but more still Panic. He waved his hands quickly, then bowed slightly and saluted, saying respectfully: "Since the master is willing to help, these two children will trouble you."

After saying that, he reached out and patted Lin Manshan's shoulder, then turned to look at Tang San with a kind expression, "Xiao San, Xiao Wu, follow the master in quickly. You must listen to the master on the way, and you can't be rash and cause trouble to the master. .”

"Well, my grandson knows." Lin Manshan nodded quickly, "Grandpa, you should pay more attention to safety when you go home alone."

Originally, we had discussed having foster father Jason accompany us at home, but since the third child, Jackie, was preparing to get married during the Chinese New Year, the construction of the wedding house had just begun, and Jason had to participate in the construction and management. In order not to delay things, Old Jack made the decision. People lead the team.

Tang San also nodded, but didn't speak.

When the young concierge scolded him that Blue Silver Grass was a useless martial spirit, his sleeve arrow safety had already been turned on. If old Jack hadn't been so angry that he was ready to take them away, and this man named Master had stopped them.

As long as the young man curses or moves his hands or feet one more time, a short arrow will definitely be left in his throat.

The Tang Sect's silent sleeve arrows bounce extremely fast, and are not something ordinary people like the young man can dodge. Old Jack was just an ordinary old man, and Lin Manshan was just a six-year-old child, so it was impossible to see his moves clearly. There was no one else around. Even if someone came to ask afterward, who would doubt the three helpless old men and children.

The general outline of the Xuantian Baolu of the Tang Sect confirms that the opponent is an enemy. As long as he has a way to kill him, he should not show mercy, otherwise it will only cause more troubles to himself.

In his opinion, if a young man insults an old man and then rudely calls his spirit a waste, it is already a recipe for death.

"Grandpa will pay attention." Old Jack smiled, warned a few more words, and turned to leave.

"Master, look at this." Seeing Old Jack leave, the young man quickly turned to look at Yu Xiaogang with an apologetic smile.

"This is the first and last time. If you do it again, you don't need to stay." Yu Xiaogang glanced at the young man lightly, his voice hoarse and calm.

"Yes, thank you, master." The young man nodded repeatedly and stepped aside in response.

Looking down at Tang San, Yu Xiaogang squeezed out a smile on his slightly stiff face, took Tang San's hand affectionately, and said softly, "Let's go in."

After saying that, he raised his head and glanced at Lin Manshan lightly on one side, nodded slightly, and motioned to follow.

"." Lin Manshan, unable to complain, just pretended to be a little cautious and nodded, then walked into the school gate with him on the other side.

Before walking a few steps, Tang San suddenly raised his head and looked at Yu Xiaogang, "Teacher, thank you."

What a familiar plot. Lin Manshan, who was watching the school environment, was slightly startled, and then said, "Thank you."

No matter what, Yu Xiaogang really helped them solve their trouble today.

Yu Xiaogang ignored Lin Manshan, but turned to look at Tang San and said calmly: "Teacher? I am not a teacher in the school."

"Then shall I leave?" Seeing the two people who didn't care about him at all and sang along, Lin Manshan felt stuck in his heart, curled his lips, and turned to look at the scenery again.

Until Yu Xiaogang's slightly emotional voice suddenly came from beside him, "You are so talented and so smart, it seems that I have to be persistent for a while. After all, you are also the third twin martial artist in mainland China in hundreds of years." Soul owner."

"Damn it, I, the third person, is still here. You just said it like that? Don't you think that Tang San and I are from the same village, and we saw Tang San awakening his second martial spirit during the awakening ceremony, or we were told that we were close to each other? Right?" Lin Manshan's heart trembled, he was absolutely sure that Tang San must have had murderous intentions towards him and Yu Xiaogang at the same time. However, Tang San wasn't worried. If they really wanted to fight, Tang San might not be his opponent.

Although Nitian Xingxing is a swordsman, his boxing and kicking skills are not bad, and his moves are in line with actual combat. They are all based on combat experience gained from ten years of life and death. They are not comparable to Tang San, a deadbeat.

No matter how good your skills are, how much combat power can you exert without being tempered by life and death?

Besides, he has been cultivating soul power for three months. Although his soul power level is not as good as Tang San's, his physical strength may still be above it. He has basically digested the battle experience and skills that go against the will of heaven, although many of them are temporarily unable to be used due to physical reasons. But it was more than enough to deal with the current Tang San. After all, he had already understood the offensive methods that Tang San could use.

The enemy is overt and we are covert, coupled with the information gap, this is undoubtedly a natural advantage.

What really worried Lin Manshan was Tang Hao.

If Tang Hao finds out in the future that I know that Tang San has twin martial spirits, will he kill me to silence me?

This is entirely possible. Thinking of this, Lin Manshan's heart suddenly condensed, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the two of them.

After listening to Yu Xiaogang's words, Tang San was also shocked. His eyes looking at Yu Xiaogang changed again and again. His left wrist had been slightly raised, with a look of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes.

Yu Xiaogang still looked calm and composed, looking at Tang San all the time, and said with a smile: "Are you wondering why I know that you are a twin martial spirit?"

As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang shook the proof in his hand and began his long speech.

“.…”

"Mutation can indeed make a martial spirit stronger, and even give it full innate soul power. But the vast majority of mutated martial spirits mutate in a weaker direction."

At this point, Tang San's eyes became visibly firm. Seeing this, Lin Manshan quickly interrupted and said cautiously: "Teacher, my martial spirit should also be a mutated martial spirit. I heard from my grandfather that our ancestors of the Lin family were There has never been a soul master with soul power. But my martial soul has awakened the innate third-level soul power, and the color is green, which is different from ordinary hatchets."

Dad said that my second martial spirit must not be revealed to others easily. Now Lin Manshan has heard that I am a twin martial spirit. Children speak freely and may one day be exposed. Do you want me to find a chance? Tang San's eyes flashed, murderous intent suddenly aroused, but he still held it back and turned to look at the existing mutated martial arts, just in time to see if this master really had something in his heart.