Douluo Dalu: I am Douluo Dalu

Obviously, Tang San also agreed with Zhang Feng's words. Just from a simple proof, he could tell that he was a twin martial soul, and concluded that his other martial soul was a very powerful person, absolutely extraordinary.

And what I need most now is theory. The master's power cannot be imparted to his apprentice, but knowledge is imparted.

So Tang San became his disciple without hesitation.

"Teacher." Tang San called respectfully, "Please accept me as your disciple."

The master smiled, very satisfied, and bent down to pull Tang San up, "Silly boy, why do you have to kowtow to become a disciple? Don't you know that this is the etiquette of only worshiping the king and parents? You only need to bow."

Tang San solemnly said: "Once a teacher, always a father. You deserve my kneeling."

The master looked at Tang San movedly, "Teacher for one day, father for life, good, good, it seems that I did not choose wrong." The so-called small details determine success or failure, even though the two masters and apprentices have not been in contact for a long time , but the master already has a good understanding of the child in front of him.

Then the master took Tang San to the Academic Affairs Office to report and gave him a clean quilt.

"Ding, a human who has transformed into a hundred thousand year old soul beast has been detected. He has full innate soul power and is currently level thirteen. He has a small chance of becoming a god."

The system's beep sounded, and you knew it must be Xiao Wu without even looking.

As soon as Tang San walked to Qishe's door, he heard the noise coming from inside. The door was open, and he walked to the door and looked inside.

This is a spacious room, covering nearly three hundred square meters. There are a total of fifty beds in it, but there are only beds, and there are only eleven beds with bedding. At this time, there are seven or eight people in the eight-year-old room inside. Children between the ages of twelve and twelve were noisy.

Tang San knocked on the door, and the eyes of the children who were speaking immediately turned in his direction. One of the older children looked at Tang San, who was dressed in patches, and walked towards him.

This child was nearly two heads taller than Tang San, and his figure was already relatively burly at his age. When he walked up to Tang San, he looked at him somewhat condescendingly and said, "A new work-study student?"

Tang San said calmly: "What's wrong?"

"My name is Wang Sheng, Wuhun is Zhan Hu, the future war soul master. I am also the leader here, boy, what is your name? What is Wuhun?"

"My name is Tang San, and my martial spirit is Blue Silver Grass."

"Blue Silver Grass? When will the Blue Silver Grass spirit be able to be cultivated?" Wang Sheng showed an expression of extreme surprise, and most of the children in the dormitory burst into laughter, looking at Tang San as if he were an idiot.

If it were the original Tang San, he might show some kindness. After all, he was a child, so it wouldn't matter if he tolerated it for a while.

But now Tang San is much more violent than before, especially when Zhang Feng said: "Child, just give me a few beatings if you disobey."

Tang San, who was adopted by the Tang Sect in his previous life, recalled what happened when he was a child and felt deeply convinced.

"How about...you try?"

Tang San smiled.

Wang Sheng was stunned for a moment, then said with a hint of disdain: "Just give it a try."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Sheng was surprised to find that Tang San actually disappeared.

The other students could clearly see Tang San taking a very fast step, and he was already behind Wang Sheng. Without looking back, he bent his right arm and hit Wang Sheng on the waist with his elbow. At the same time, his right foot It also happened to stay in front of Wang Sheng's right foot.

Before Wang Sheng could even react, he had already fallen out, staggering and falling out of the door of the dormitory. Fortunately, he had good footwork and didn't fall down, otherwise it would be a dog eating shit.

Tang San didn't use his soul power. He was a child after all, so he couldn't be too harsh.

"Stinky boy, you dare to hit me?" Wang Sheng was furious, turned around, and rushed towards Tang San like a tiger descending a mountain.

Tang San chuckled, "I don't have a long memory, so I can only continue to fight."

Seeing Wang Sheng rushing towards him and punching himself in the chest, Tang San stepped forward instead of retreating, taking a step forward to meet Wang Sheng. His step happened to be in front of Wang Sheng. At the same time, he led with his left hand and followed with his right hand. A simple yet effective action was accomplished.

Wang Sheng only felt that the right fist he swung seemed to be pulled by a special force, and he actually changed direction. At the same time, a strong force came from Tang San's right hand, and he happened to be tripped under his feet, and his body flew out again .This time the balance is not so easy to grasp.

The simple movements of Tang San's hands have already used the Tang Sect's unique method of controlling cranes and catching dragons. With the help of Wang Sheng's own strength and his own strength, Wang Sheng immediately threw himself on a bed with a plop.

Zhang Feng, on the other hand, enjoyed watching the show and said, "Let's just say, this way it won't be boring."

If the first time was a coincidence, then it was obviously not that easy to throw Wang Sheng out twice in succession, and the eyes of the other children looking at Tang San suddenly changed.

A low roar that obviously should not appear in the child's mouth sounded from Wang Sheng's throat. A faint yellow light could be seen vaguely on his body, and the body that was lying on the bed bounced up instantly, regardless of speed or strength. It's obviously not comparable to before.

Wuhun. He used the power of Wuhun. This thought flashed through Tang San's mind like lightning.

Tang San's face gradually turned cold.

Seeing Wang Sheng's hands grabbing his shoulders, Tang San also raised his own hands, also in the shape of claws, to meet Wang Sheng's hands. Turn the toes of both feet inward at the same time, bend the knees slightly, and make a standard horse stance.

The four hands are connected. If it was a use of skills just now, then it has completely turned into a contest of strength.Two pairs of hands of different sizes have grasped each other.

Wang Sheng was obviously irritated by Tang San, and there was a trace of ferocity on his face. At this time, he had already used the power of his martial spirit to fight the tiger. Although he knew that he couldn't really hurt Tang San, he had to at least use his strength to make this person The brat who had made himself so embarrassed was pushed to the ground.

As the tiger claws exerted their strength, Wang Sheng had every reason to believe that with his strength, which ranked among the top five among the students, it would be easy to overwhelm the boy in front of him.

It's a pity that Wang Hu still doesn't understand a truth: there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world.

Although Tang San was thin and small, he could even swing the casting hammer nearly a thousand times a day, so how could his strength be ordinary?

Even if he doesn't use his soul power and martial arts, he can easily defeat Wang Hu with his own strength and skills.

Just as Wang Sheng exerted his strength, he clearly felt that the hands, which were obviously several sizes smaller than his own, were as hard as steel. Almost in an instant, he achieved an overwhelming victory in terms of strength.

Tang San pressed the thumbs of both hands at the same time. Wang Sheng felt a numbness in the tiger's mouth, and he was completely suppressed by the opponent.