Everything starts with Douluo...

"What are you doing? Is this a place where you country folk can come?"

Old Jack quickly apologized and said with a smile: "Little brother, we are from Holy Soul Village. This younger child is a work-study student sent by our village this year, and the other one is here to take the Notting College exam. You see, we need to apply What’s the procedure?”

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? What's more, there are two of them, and the college has not had a working student for many years. You can't be fakes. Goods."

A trace of anger flashed in Old Jack's eyes, but he still swallowed his anger and took out the two certificates issued by Su Yuntao, the deacon of Wuhun Hall last time, and handed them to the concierge.

The concierge took the two certificates and looked them up and down, "The first one is from Tang San. Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass? And innately full of soul power? It's funny. This is really the most ridiculous thing in the world. I also did four things in the academy. I am a young concierge, and I have never heard of a student who is born with full soul power. This guy’s martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, how can he be full of soul power? I think this certificate from the Soul Hall must have been forged by you. "

"Then the second one is from Tang Zhe. Martial Soul Sword? Innately full of soul power? Hahaha, I laughed to death. One Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass and one Martial Soul Sword, but they are both innately full of soul power. Hahaha, still the same People in the village, do you think I’m easy to fool?”

"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. Xiaozhe, Xiaosan , let’s go.” With that said, Jack took Tang Zhe and Tang San and turned around and walked towards the city.

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."

"Huh? What did you say?" Tang San in front suddenly became angry when he heard the guard's words. He turned around and stared at the guard. You can say that my certificate is a forgery, but you can't. Not from Holy Soul Village.

Tang Zhe is more happy for him to find some trouble. The more trouble you make, the sooner I will get the reward.

Old Jack also turned around fiercely. The concierge's words could be said to have touched the biggest pride in his heart. He had fallen out with Tang Hao because of this, but now this concierge was from outside the village, which was even more intolerable to him. He walked back a few steps 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.

"Why? I'm not convinced. I said you came from a beggar's village. Is it wrong? Look at this little poor guy, his clothes are covered in patches. In my opinion, you should find a place to beg. We, Nuoding Academy is not a good hall. Get out, get out."

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 furious, a silver light suddenly flashed through, and a thin figure appeared between the two. He was holding a very ordinary sword in his hand. This was Tang Zhe. When he said it for the second time, he released the Wuhun God-Killing Sword and came between the two of them in a quick step. He saw the God-Killing Sword in his right hand, as if a battle would break out in the next second.

Then Tang San also came over quickly. When he saw his brother Tang Zhe, he was surprised at first. He didn't expect his brother to be so fast. When he saw the God-killing Sword in his right hand, he knew that his brother was really serious about it, but he still obviously had some room to spare. He didn't take action directly, otherwise the guard opposite would have fallen by now.

Tang Zhe thought in his heart: "How can it be unhappy? If I run away, I don't know if the mission can be completed."

Tang San immediately raised his left arm, his delicate little hand barely reaching the concierge's hand. He pushed his left hand to the right, and 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 just in time. Stepping behind the concierge's left foot, he raised his right hand and held the concierge's hand downward with his left hand.

Originally, this palm was supposed to cut at the crook of the opponent's left arm, preventing him from exerting force, but the person who cast it was really short, so he could only hold the gatekeeper's wrist. His movements were extremely fast, and his body moved forward at the same time. Tan, both hands pushed forward while shaking off the porter's left hand.Just push it against the porter's belly.

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.

Seeing the situation, Tang Zhe immediately stepped forward and put the iron sword, Oh Bu Killing God Sword, two inches away from the young man's neck. If Tang Zhe wanted to, he could kill him immediately.

Little did the young man know that these two little brats were so powerful, and the situation suddenly became so serious. He didn't dare to move for fear that the iron sword in front of his neck would pierce his throat.

"Xiao Zhe, Xiao San, you two..." Jack looked at the two children dumbfounded and felt incredible. Are they still the two innocent children in the village?

"Grandpa Jack, we have already shown mercy. Otherwise, with the speed my brother was going at just now, he would have died just now, and it wouldn't have been easy for me to push him down like this." Tang San didn't look back, staring at the guard on the ground and speaking matter-of-factly.

Tang Zhe, on the other hand, did a sword trick, lowered his sword hand vertically, and said one word to the guard on the ground: weak.

Then his mind shifted to the background of the system, because after the person was killed, it was already shown that the task was completed. After all, it was just a punishment and it did not have to kill the person?

Tang Zhe only felt a warm current flowing through his body.

Mastery of Miron Legend, Sword Cutting Sword, and Golden Skyline is completed.

Tang Zhe’s fighting skills +1

Old Jack looked at these two children in disbelief. Are these really Tang Zhe and Tang San? It feels incredible.

"You brat, you're looking for death." It was so embarrassing to be pushed down by a child, not to mention being called weak by a child. It was so shameful and humiliating. In anger, the concierge got up from the ground and rushed towards Tang San.

And Tang Zhe raised the sword in his right hand again, and Tang San was ready to fight again.

This man had completely forgotten about Tang Zhe pressing his throat before. After all, Tang Zhe was much older than Tang San, and face was very important.

"Okay, stop." At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded, stopping the concierge's movements.

The concierge was stunned for a moment, and then the anger on his face suddenly turned into flattery, the change was unimaginable, and he nodded and bowed to the visitor: "Master, you are back."

? Um? Grandmaster? Hearing the guard's words, Tang Zhe put down his sword and looked back, because he might have met someone who could change Tang San's destiny. The legendary master was such a talented person.

Tang San also turned his head and looked around, only to see a medium-sized, slightly thin man who didn't know when he had arrived beside them. 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.

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Is this the master? Is it a little different from what I imagined? Tang Zhe's eyes looking at the master are a little slanted now. Although it's much better than in the anime, it's still a bit...

The 'Master' just glanced sideways at the porter, ignored him, and said to Old Jack: "Old man, can you show me the certificate of Wuhundian?"

After all, Old Jack was born as the village head, so he was good at observing words and deeds. From the expression on the porter's face, it could be seen that the middle-aged man in front of him had a high status in the academy, not to mention that he had the title of master there.He hurriedly handed over the certificate in his hand.

The master looked at the proof, and then shifted his gaze to Tang San and Tang Zhe. He looked them up and down, especially Tang San. For some reason, although the master's eyes were not sharp, Tang San felt like he was being looked at. It felt completely transparent, but Tang Zhe still looked at the master sideways. He was not handsome. Then how did he fall in love with Bibi Dong?

"It proves that it is true, old gentleman. I apologize to you on behalf of the college for what happened just now. Leave these two children to me."