Douluo: Sign in from the Holy Soul Village

After half an hour.

The western part of Notting City.

Ye Feng saw a tall arch from a distance, about twenty meters wide and more than ten meters high. Below it were two iron gates, made of fine iron.

There is a big road inside, and the road is lined with tall trees.

Above the arch, a plaque reads four characters:

Notting College.

"Master, go slowly!"

The coachman said hello and farewell respectfully.

At this time, Ye Feng slowly approached the door, only to find that Tang San and Old Jack were not far away, seemingly being stopped by the guard.

"What?"

"Is this where you country folk can come?"

The guard said coldly.

In fact, the old man's clothes are already very glamorous in the village, but in a city like this, a little comparison will tell you that he is a poor man.

That's why this young man is so bold.

"This little brother, we are from Holy Soul Village,"

"This child is a work-study student in our village this year. What procedures do you need to go through?"

Old Jack smiled apologetically.

"Can a golden phoenix still emerge from a grass nest?"

"The college hasn't had any work-study students for several years. Aren't you fakes?"

The guard said in a sinister tone.

"Little brother, this is proof."

Old Jack's eyes flashed with anger, but he still swallowed his anger and took out Su Yuntao's certificate.

"Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass?"

"Innately full of soul power?"

"This is the funniest joke I've ever heard. Does this prove you made it up?"

The doorman laughed.

"you!"

"You are deliberately making things difficult. Let's go find the deacon of the branch of Wuhun Palace!"

"Mistress, let's go!"

Jack turned around and left with Tang San.

No matter how good-tempered a person is, he can't stand this kind of insult.

Forged proof of the Wuhun Palace, the number one force in the mainland? Who dares to forge?

This is a clear attempt to make things difficult for others.

"Hey, don't make everyone unhappy,"

"How about this,"

"This silver coin should be considered as payment for my hard work. Please lead the way and help with the procedures."

Ye Feng walked over slowly.

Like a rich man, he threw a silver coin into the young man's hand.

"hey-hey,"

"This young master is still sensible."

The young man nodded with satisfaction.

He is guarding the gate here, and his monthly salary is only twenty silver coins. This reward is not small.

"Xiao Feng? You?"

Old Jack stared at Ye Feng dumbfounded.

How much time has passed? He looks like a different person now.

Tang San had already expected it and didn't show too much surprise.

After all, Tang Hao had confessed that this little guy was not simple and had many mysterious things hidden inside him.

"Cough cough,"

"Actually, I met a kind aunt on the road and loosened some of my clothes."

"And this silver coin, I actually picked it up on the road,"

"Do you believe it?"

Ye Feng spread his hands and said with a smile.

"Hahaha, you little guy is quite interesting."

A sudden voice sounded.

Several people turned around and saw only a thin middle-aged man.

He was about forty years old, with an ordinary appearance, his hands behind his back, and his face showed laziness and decadence.

"Master, you are back."

The young man said hello with a flattering smile, and he changed his mind faster than turning the pages of a book.

The man called the master ignored him and just looked at the two children and the old man.

"Old man, can you show me the certificate of Wuhundian?"

the master asked.

"Prove it right,"

"Old sir, on behalf of the college, I apologize to you for what happened just now,"

"Leave this child to me."

The man had a calm voice and seemed to have a high status in this college.

"No need to apologize, no need to apologize,"

"It's just that this child is troublesome for you, Xiaosan, Xiaofeng, you must study hard here in the future."

Old Jack gave a few words of advice and then left.

"This is the first and last time,"

"If this is your attitude at work, you won't come here anymore."

The master looked at the guard and said lightly in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Here is your silver coin, little one."

The master took away the money the guard had just received and handed it back to Ye Feng.

As for the doorman, he was so frightened that he lowered his head and did not dare to speak.

......

Walking on the road to college.

"Teacher, and Ye Feng, thank you."

Tang San thanked him sincerely.

"teacher?"

"I'm not a teacher here."

The middle-aged man said calmly.

"Not a teacher?"

"Didn't you just apologize on behalf of the college?"

Tang San said in surprise.

"Who said that only the teachers of the academy can represent the academy?"

This decadent middle-aged man seemed to be extra patient today.

"Then who are you?"

Tang San asked.

"I'm just a resident here eating and drinking, and I have a good relationship with the principal,"

"You two little guys, just call me master like everyone else,"

"Also, Tang San, the meanings of teacher and master are worlds apart. Don't call me by the wrong name in the future unless you..."

"Unless you really want me to be your teacher?"

At this point, the master suddenly stopped.

There was a burning light in his eyes, looking at Tang San as if he was looking at some rare treasure.

"Do you want to teach me martial arts?"

Tang San asked.

"Then are you willing?"

The master said with a smile.

His stiff face was not suitable for a smile, and it even looked a bit scary.

Tang San looked like he was thinking, but neither answered nor spoke.

"Very well, you are a smart boy."

The master smiled again.

Tang San didn't speak. Firstly, he wanted to know why you wanted to become a disciple and what your abilities were. Secondly, he wanted to avoid offending the master by refusing directly.

"Extraordinary talent and clever mind,"

"It seems that I have to be persistent again. After all, you are also the third known twin martial soul in a hundred years."

The master rubbed Tang San's hair and said in an extremely low voice.

Hearing this, Tang San was shocked, and the hidden weapon Sleeve Arrow in his hand had been quietly prepared.

"Aren't you weird?"

"Why do I know you are a twin martial soul?"

"It's because of this proof."

The master smiled and shook the certificate from Wuhun Palace in his hand.

"Others may not be able to see anything, but if I can't see it, then I am not worthy of the title of master,"

"I once investigated 647 people in order to study Blue Silver Grass. Only 16 of them had soul power, less than 3%."

"Even among the sixteen people with soul power, none of them has soul power above level one,"

"But you are innately full of soul power,"

"The level of innate soul power is usually directly proportional to the quality of the martial soul, but Blue Silver Grass cannot satisfy it,"

"From this point of view, you definitely have a second martial spirit, and it must be a very powerful martial spirit."

The master finished speaking.

He has been conducting theoretical research all his life, so many people regard him as a clown and give him the nickname "Master".

Only a few people know that his theory is correct.

"There are exceptions to everything,"

"Why can't I be special?"

Tang San gradually calmed down and argued.