Douluo: I penetrate the world with infinite martial arts

That figure was none other than Tang San, who had also arrived at Notting Academy.

Yang Jian paused and looked over.

It happened that Tang San also saw him, and looked over at the same time, their eyes met, and there seemed to be electric sparks flickering in the air.

"Brother Yang Jian, what's wrong? Do you have any trouble with that person?" Xiao Wu looked at Yang Jian, then at Tang San opposite him, waved his little fist, and continued: "Do you want me to beat him up for you? Take it out.”

"Girls shouldn't be so violent."

Yang Jian withdrew his gaze, flicked Xiao Wu's forehead, ignored Tang San, and left directly with the others.

And Tang San stood there in a daze, looking at the girl's retreating back, feeling as if something precious was leaving him, and his breathing became a little heavier.

"Boss, what's wrong?" The voice of roommate Wang Sheng came from the side, and Tang San came back to his senses.

"No, nothing."

He responded with a smile, but it was a little forced.

.................

Several people arrived at the teaching building. Xiao Wu, Si Yu, and Si Xue all walked towards the classroom where classes were about to start. However, when they turned around, they found that Yang Jian had stopped.

"Huh? Why don't you leave?" Xiao Wu blinked her big, watery eyes and asked.

Yang Jian smiled and said: "I have mastered the knowledge of junior soul masters. It is just a waste of time to listen to it again."

"You go ahead, I have other things to do."

"By the way, I'm going out these days and won't be returning to the dormitory. I'll let you know first."

"Out? Where are you going?"

Yang Jian thought for a while and made up a reason casually: "My relatives in the city asked me to come over for a few days."

"Ok."

When the three of them thought that they wouldn't be able to see Yang Jian these days, they nodded a little disappointedly and left together.

Yang Jian also turned around and left, crossed the tree-lined path, and strode outside the academy.

Before heading to the Soul Hunting Forest, he needed to prepare some things.

At the door, when the bored concierge saw Yang Jian, he came over to get close to him with a happy face, but Yang Jian had nothing to do now, so he left without paying much attention.

After walking out of the college gate, Yang Jian came to a bustling commercial district.

Although Notting City is a small city, it is well-equipped with all kinds of facilities and a large number of shops are mainly concentrated in the business district where it is located.

Teahouse, piano room, restaurant, clothing store.............

The Zuiyue Tower that I passed by was also among them.

Of course, he didn't come out to visit the flower house, but to buy some clothes that could disguise himself.

Otherwise, it would be inappropriate to go directly to the Soul Hunting Forest.

While browsing the shops on the left and right, Yang Jian walked slowly. There were people coming and going around, and there was an endless stream of pedestrians. It was quite lively.

Soon, he found what he needed.

It was a shop selling masks.

Yang Jian walked in, looked around, and stopped in front of a white evil ghost mask with a rough and fierce shape.

"Boss, how do you sell this?"

"Ten copper soul coins."

It's very cheap. The material of this mask is just an ordinary thing. It's not a precious thing. It's not that expensive.

Yang Jian gave the money and hung the mask on his waist. Then he went to a clothing store and bought a black robe that fit perfectly. At his current age, wearing that black robe, his feet could be hidden under the robe. , covering the outline of the figure tightly.

"Once you put on the mask, your voice will look a little older."

"Looks like a weird old man with a small, gaunt body."

After buying the things, Yang Jian stepped onto the streets of Notting City and looked up at the sky.

Golden sunlight falls from the sky, illuminating everything, making everything around you feel full of vitality.

In order to get used to the costume and persona first, Yang Jian put on a black robe and a ghost mask in a deserted dark alley corner, coughed twice, and muttered to himself: "Hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron, carbon and nitrogen." ............”

The voice gradually changed from a young boy's voice to a slightly hoarse old man's voice.

"Jie Jie Jie."

After letting out a few evil smiles in a hoarse and dry voice, Yang Jian touched the evil ghost mask on his face with satisfaction.

At this moment, a burst of messy footsteps suddenly came from the side of the street.

Yang Jian's eyes moved, and his body disappeared in a flash, intending to leave from the other side of the dark street.

"A loser whose soul power is only in his twenties now, wants to compete with me for academy qualifications?"

"I don't even know what you are."

"Call me!"

The arrogant voice interrupted Yang Jian's footsteps.

He observed secretly and shifted his gaze.

After a closer look, there were four or five teenagers who looked like they were teenagers, surrounding another thin boy who was punching and kicking him. While beating, he was uttering various insults.

The boy who was beaten did not just accept it, but kept resisting.

However, his martial spirit was very average and his soul power was very weak. He was easily suppressed, and his resistance even resulted in even more severe beatings.

But even so, he did not admit defeat, and kept staring at everyone who beat him with fierce eyes, trying his best to leave some marks on them.

Until his nose was bruised, his face was swollen, and his limbs were weak and he fell to the ground, he still stared at those people.

"Fuck, I hate that look in your eyes the most."

The leader patted the dust on his body, feeling angry in his heart. He reached out and wanted to poke the young man's eyes, but was stopped in time by the person next to him.

"Brother Li, just give him a good beating. Don't get excited, in case someone is killed."

Immediately, several people spat at the young man and left with satisfaction.

After they left, the beaten boy leaned against the wall and barely stood up. Then without saying a word, he punched the wall, leaving a bloody mess on his fist.

"Does hitting the wall make you feel better?"

A dry and dull voice suddenly came from behind.

Duan Ning suddenly turned his head, and what came into view was a ferocious white ghost face, which startled him.

After coming back to his senses, he looked at the short man in his field of vision, shrouded in black robes and with a white ghost face, and couldn't help but ask: "You, who are you?"

Yang Jian looked at Duan Ning in front of him and found that although his face was covered with wounds, his eyes were still bright.

And Yang Jian stayed here not because Duan Ning's experience made him pity him, and the other party did not need his pity, but because he felt a relatively strong qi and blood in Duan Ning, and the qi and blood were full of yang. .

"It doesn't matter who I am."

Yang Jian took out two martial arts secret books from his arms.

"What matters is the opportunities and future I can give you."

"Nine Sun Divine Skills, Yan Yang Miraculous Skills... what are these?" Duan Ning stared at the booklet in Yang Jian's hand, wondering.

At the same time, he had a vague feeling that the two pamphlets in front of him must be unusual.

Yang Jian didn't explain, just said: "Choose one."

Although he was a little confused, Duan Ning still followed Yang Jian's words and pointed to the Nine Yang Magic in his hand when looking at the terrifying evil ghost mask.

"Is it for me? I choose this."

Yang Jian threw down the Nine Yang Divine Art and turned around to leave.

"Wait, what's your name?"

"How should I repay you?"

Duan Ning knew that he had encountered an unexpected encounter. The man opposite him might be a big boss of some hidden sect, so he hurriedly shouted to Yang Jian's back, but as soon as he finished speaking, his eyes blurred, and Yang was no longer in his field of vision. traces in between.

After coming back to his senses, Duan Ning stared blankly at the Nine Sun Magic Skill, looked around, and then carefully carried it in his arms.

"If we meet again in the future, I, Duan Ning, will achieve great results and I will never forget the kindness I received today."

After bowing solemnly in the direction Yang Jian left, Duan Ning hurriedly left the alley and walked towards the sunny street outside.

On the other side, Yang Jian hired a carriage and headed towards the Soul Hunting Forest.

Duan Ning's matter was just a small episode for him. He didn't even know the other person's name, nor did he know his specific character, good or evil. He just took a fancy to his unyielding character and his ability to practice the Nine-Yang Magic. Martial arts potential.

If the other party can master the Nine Yang Divine Art, Yang Jian can gain a lot of martial arts points.

"A person who is just a loser in the world of soul masters has a good foundation in martial arts."

"The talent standards of these different systems are indeed completely different."

"A person like me who is a genius in both systems may not be able to find another one."

Yang Jian sighed with emotion, looking through the window of the carriage and looking at the scenery that kept going backwards. Although the carriage was a little bumpy and unstable, the figure he was in it was as stable as a rock and as stable as a mountain.

After retracting his gaze, Yang Jian closed his eyes slightly and started to run his skills, tempering and polishing the internal energy of Qi and blood bit by bit.

Until two days later, in front of a lush and vast forest, the carriage stopped.

The Soul Hunting Forest has arrived.