Douluo's Strange Eyes of Death

"Who are you?" deliberately avoiding Tang San, Tang Hao led Ye Zihan into his room and asked. Ye Zihan tilted his head to show that he didn't understand. .1kanshu

"How do you know that Xiaosan's martial spirit is the Clear Sky Hammer?" Tang Hao explained again.

"I've seen it before. I once went to Uncle Tang Xiao's house. His martial spirit is the same as the third brother's." Ye Zihan said with a smile.

"Tang Xiao...how are they?" Tang Hao's eyes showed a hint of emotion.

"They? Um... live in seclusion in a small village." Ye Zihan was a little confused at the beginning, but suddenly turned into a different person in the second half of the sentence.

Tang Hao instantly raised his head and saw the blood in Ye Zihan's right eye, "What are you..."

"Junior Ye Zihan, the young sect master of Yejiabao, has met Haotian Douluo." Ye Zihan also suddenly saluted.

"Yejiabao, you said you have no father or mother, so..."

"Yes, Yejiabao no longer exists." Ye Zihan's right eye did not flash as before.

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notting city,

"Mistress! Grandpa will send you to the academy and go back later. You must obey the teacher in the academy and never leave the academy without permission.

Grandpa Jack will come to pick you up again when the semester is over. It was almost the Chinese New Year at that time. "

After all, this was the first time that Tang San left home, and he also brought Ye Zihan with him. He felt somewhat panicked and subconsciously said, "Grandpa Jack, are you leaving so soon?"

Old Jack smiled bitterly and said, "The hotel is not something that poor people like us can afford to live in. You must strive for your best. When grandpa sees you next time, I hope you have become a soul master. In that case, our Holy Soul Village will regard you as our Glory."

It was not easy to find the Notting Lower Academy. From the configuration of the gate, you can see how much the world values ​​the profession of soul master.

As soon as Old Jack and Tang San walked to the gate, they were immediately stopped by the young man guarding the gate, "What are you doing? Is this a place where country people like you can come?"

Old Jack's clothes were already well-dressed in Saint Soul Village, but when he arrived in Notting City, he looked like a countryman, and the concierge looked at him with a bit of disdain.

Old Jack quickly apologized and said with a smile, "Little brother, we are from Holy Soul Village. These two children are work-study students sent by our village this year. Do you think, what procedures do we need to go through?"

The concierge frowned and said in a somewhat sinister tone, "Can a golden phoenix still emerge from a straw nest? Is there someone in a small village with soul power? The college has not had a working-study student for many years. You are not fakes, are you?"

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

The concierge took the certificate and looked it up and down, "Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass? Still full of innate soul power?

Funny, this is really the most ridiculous thing in the world. I have been working as a concierge in the academy for four years, and I have never heard of a student who was born with full soul power. This guy's martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, how can he be full of soul power?

The other is: Could such a rare martial spirit as the Ice Martial Spirit come from a small village? I think this certificate from Wuhun Palace must have been forged by you. "

"You..." No matter how good-tempered Jack is, he can't bear it anymore, "You are deliberately making things difficult. Okay, wait, I'll go find the deacon of the Wuhun branch. Xiaosan, Xiaohan, Let's go." With that said, Jack turned around and walked towards the city with the two of them.

Naturally, the certificate of the Martial Soul Division could not be false, and the concierge knew about it, but the people who came to see off the new students were generally a little bit more interested, especially commoner families.The so-called Hades is easy, but the imp is hard to deal with.

Old Jack was born in a village. Even though he was a village head, he didn't know these things.

The concierge felt somewhat uneasy, if people from Wuhundian really came, he would not be able to afford it. Of course, he also believed that people from Wuhundian would never come to the academy to question these two bumpkins.

Depressed in my heart, the words in my mouth naturally didn't sound good, "Returning to the Holy Soul Village, I think the Beggar's Village is not bad."

"What did you say?" Old Jack turned around sharply. The concierge's words could be said to have touched the greatest pride in his heart. At the beginning he was able to turn against Tang Hao because of this, but now the concierge was from outside the village, which made him even more angry. unbearable.After a few steps, he came back and glared at the concierge.

The concierge was startled by the menacing old Jack and couldn't help but take a step back. However, he quickly reacted and cursed himself in his heart. He was just an old man. There was nothing to be afraid of.

"What? You're not convinced. I said you came from a beggar's village. Am I wrong? Look at these two little poor guys, their clothes are all patched. I think you should go find a place to beg. We promise Ding Academy is not a charity. Get out of here, get out of here."

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

Just when Old Jack was getting angry, suddenly, a thin figure appeared between the two of them. He also raised his left arm. His delicate little hand could barely reach the concierge's hand, and he pushed his left hand to the right.

He immediately pushed the concierge's left hand away. At the same time, the thin figure quickly took a step forward with his right foot. The sole of his foot was just behind the concierge's left foot. At the same time, he raised his right hand and clamped the concierge's hand with his left hand. .

Originally, this palm was supposed to cut into the crook of the opponent's left arm, making it unable to exert any force, but the person using it was actually a little shorter, so he could only hold the concierge's wrist.

His movements were extremely fast, his body leaned forward at the same time, and his hands pushed forward while shaking off the left hand of the doorman. It was pushed right on the concierge's lower abdomen.

There was an extra foot behind the porter's left foot. Although that foot was not big, it was enough to accomplish his due effect. The lower abdomen was stressed, and his feet were stirred. Hearing a common sound, the porter had already sat down on the ground.

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