Douluo Dalu: I am Douluo Dalu

"This plot... is a familiar one of pretending to be a cup and a slap in the face, the master is coming."

Zhang Feng said casually.

Tang San remained silent, he was used to Zhang Feng often saying things he didn't understand, and he would laugh at him if he asked.

Old Jack quickly apologized and said with a smile: "This little brother, we are from Holy Soul Village. This child is a work-study student 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 grass nest? Is there someone in a small village who has soul power? The college has not had a working-study student for many years. You are not fakes, are you?"

A trace 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 Hall last time.

"Xiao San, can you bear this? Go up and beat him up. You, a majestic soul master, can let such a person ride on your head?"

Zhang Feng couldn't bear it anymore and spat.

Tang San nodded and was about to go up when he was stopped by Old Jack.

Old Jack had to give Tang San some face, but the look he looked at the concierge became even more unkind.

"Hey, little bastard, you still don't accept it?"

The concierge took the certificate and looked up and down, "Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass? Also innately full of soul power? It's funny, this is really a joke in the world. I have been a concierge in the academy for four years, and I haven't heard of any A student who is born full of soul power, this kid's martial soul is blue silver grass, can he still be full of soul power? I think this certificate from the Spirit Hall must have been forged by you."

Hearing these words, Tang San rushed forward without hesitation, and with his right fist filled with soul power, he hit the concierge's abdomen hard and unceremoniously.

After being hit, the concierge took a few steps back, a stream of blood spilled from his mouth, his legs weakened, and he collapsed directly to the ground, and the certificate in his hand fell to the ground.

"Mistress, you" Jack looked at the person in front of him dumbfounded.

Tang San strode forward, picked up the certificate and looked up, a man of medium build and slightly thinner had arrived in front of him at some point. It seemed that this man was about forty or fifty years old, with short black hair parted in threes and sevens. He had a very ordinary appearance, with his hands behind his back, but he had a special temperament, and there was a bit of laziness and decadence between his eyes.

Seeing the master, the concierge's expression instantly became more flattering. He struggled to stand up, hugged the master's legs and cried, "Master, you have to make the decision for me. These two strangers want to force their way into the academy, but I can't stop them." If you want to hurt others, what is the law of heaven!"

The concierge's mouth not only made the villain complain first but also bit him back.

"You" No matter how good-tempered Jack is, he can no longer bear it at this time.

So Jack stepped forward and was about to retort when the master frowned and said, "Let go."

The concierge then let go of the master's legs and still said: "Make the decision for me, master."

The master said to Tang San: "Show me the proof."

This made Old Jack hold back what he wanted to say.

Hearing this, Tang San handed over the certificate. The master took it and looked at it. His eyes turned to Tang San and looked him up and down. I don't know why, although the master's eyes were not sharp, Tang San felt like he was being looked at. A feeling of transparency.

"It's proven to be true, old sir. I apologize to you on behalf of the academy for what happened just now. Leave this child to me."

A figure who was at least a soul master apologized to him. Old Jack's vanity was greatly satisfied, and he hurriedly waved his hands and said: "No need to apologize, no need to apologize. We are not good either. Master, then this child will trouble you." . Mistress, you can follow the master in, but you must be obedient."

Tang San nodded, but didn't speak.

The arrow switch in his left hand has been turned on. If the soul master in front of him takes action, he is ready to counterattack at any time.

Obviously, he has been affected by Zhang Feng's words of "taking life and death lightly, and if you don't accept it, you will do it."

"Hmph, a mere concierge, dare to humiliate me, Tang San? This Notting Academy, I don't care if I don't wait!"

Zhang Feng continued to talk happily.

Although Tang San's heartbeat was a little fast, he didn't continue to take action. He could still distinguish right from wrong.

After Jack gave Tang San a few more words, he left.

The master glanced at the concierge lightly, "This is the first and last time. If you commit the crime again, you don't need to stay." His voice was hoarse and calm, but there was an irrefutable a feeling of.

Cold sweat broke out behind the concierge, and he stepped aside unwillingly.

"Go and see Teacher Chen to check the injury. I'll pay for it."

The master said.

"Yes."

No matter how unwilling the concierge was, he could only swallow it.

The master lowered his head to look at Tang San, forcing a smile on his face. The muscles on his face seemed a little stiff, and his smile was a bit unflattering. He took Tang San's hand and said, "Let's go in.

The master's hands were soft and dry, very comfortable to hold, and gave Tang San a sense of trust. Under his leadership, Tang San finally entered this academy.

"Teacher, I'm sorry." Tang San said to the master.

"You're right. It's not a man's fault to not retaliate when an elder is humiliated. Besides...I'm not a teacher in this college."

Speaking of this, after hearing what he said, there was a scorching light in his eyes, "Unless you really want me to be your teacher."

Tang San stopped and looked up at the master in front of him. Looking closely and looking from bottom to top, he found that the master's mouth was a bit big and his lips were thick. He didn't speak, neither said he agreed nor said he didn't agree.

Not speaking has two meanings. One is not to refuse in a hurry to avoid offending the master. The second is to use actions to ask the master, why should I worship you as my teacher?

Like old Jack, the master raised his hand and rubbed Tang San's head, "Extraordinarily talented and so smart, it seems that I have to be persistent for a while. How to say, you are also the third twin in the past hundred years." Wuhun."

Hearing the master's words, Tang San was taken aback, his gaze suddenly changed when he looked at the master, his left wrist had also been raised quietly, and there was a look of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes.

The master and the old god looked at him with a smile and said, "Aren't you very curious about how I knew you were a twin martial soul?" As he spoke, he shook the certificate that Old Jack gave him in his hand, "That's it. Because of this proof. Maybe others can’t see the flaws in it, but if I can’t see it either, then I don’t deserve the title of master.”

Then the master showed off his knowledge and the conclusions drawn from the data.

"This man is quite sensible. In terms of theory alone, he is the best in the mainland. He is qualified to be your teacher."

Zhang Feng said.

Tang San nodded, and suddenly, he took a step back, widening the distance between himself and the master, and immediately fell to the ground on his knees, kowtow three times respectfully to the master.