Douluo: My martial spirit is an elf

"Don't... don't come here!"

The master stepped back in horror, cold sweat dripping from his hair.

Tang Hao sneered and asked Ah Yin to leave his side. He activated his soul power in his hands, and a huge hammer appeared in his hand. He held it tightly and slammed it in the direction of the master.

Bah!

A huge noise sounded, and the master turned into a mass of blood mist in response to the noise.

At the same time, the dean also heard the huge noise and rushed towards the master's room at the speed of a cheetah.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he smelled a faint smell of blood. The dean shouted something bad and was about to rush in when he saw two strangers walking out of the room.

Both of them had their faces covered, but they could still tell whether the male was the female dean.

There is a man and a woman. The man is surrounded by nine soul rings, especially the ninth soul ring, which is extremely dark.

It can be concluded from this that the soul beast hunted by this man's ninth soul ring must be extremely powerful.

The woman, on the other hand, has not displayed a soul ring and her strength is unknown. But from the fact that he couldn't see through her strength, he knew that this woman must be much stronger than him.

The man gave him a hard look and warned him not to stare at the woman.

The dean bowed slightly and said, "Your Excellency Titled Douluo, what do you want to do with your visit to the academy?"

The man frowned slightly and said impatiently, "Do I still need to tell you what I am doing?" After saying that, he released a slight pressure and enveloped the dean. It directly suppressed him until he could not stand up straight.

"That's not what I meant..." the dean said with difficulty.

The woman next to the man couldn't stand it anymore and touched the man, "Hao, okay, just teach him a lesson."

After the woman finished speaking, she looked at the dean who was holding his hands on the ground, "We have no ill intentions, we just want to teach the person who forced our children a lesson, but we have already taught them a lesson and we left."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, the dean's eyes fell into a trance. When he opened his eyes again, the two powerful soul masters had disappeared.

Seeing that the two had left, the dean walked into the master's room, but he only smelled the smell of blood and saw nothing.

"No!!! Xiaogang!!!" the dean roared.

Seven Houses.

Qisha is a special place among the student dormitories, with the worst conditions. It is a place specially designed for work-study students. After all, the college is not a charity school. Although the tuition fees for working-study students are reduced, the treatment is not as good as that of ordinary students.

Qishe is also the only dormitory with mixed age. All working students live here regardless of grade.

Tang San and Tang Qin had just walked to Qishe's door when they heard the noise coming from inside. The door was open, and they 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?"

A kind smile appeared on Tang San's face, "Hi, I'm a work-study student from Holy Soul Village."

"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.

Tang San still had a smile on his face, "Can you please give way?"

Wang Sheng ignored Tang San's words, "Little Sanzi, I am the boss here, you will listen to me from now on, do you understand?"

The smile on Tang San's face gradually disappeared, "My name is Tang San, not Xiaosanzi." He wouldn't mind if the elders called him Xiaosan affectionately, or it would be okay if they called him kindly, but the so-called boss in front of him obviously It was to give him a blow.

Wang Sheng raised his hand and pushed Tang San on the shoulder, pushing him back a few steps, "I'm going to call you mistress, what's the matter? You're not convinced?"

Tang San smiled, shook his head gently, and put the school uniform in his hand on the bed next to him. Just when Wang Sheng was wondering what he was doing, suddenly, he found that Tang San in front of him had 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.

"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 just hoped that he would not encounter too much trouble in his future academy life, or at least not be disturbed in his normal life, so he definitely believed that the 'boss' in front of him should be taught a lesson.

This is what is called killing the chicken to scare the monkey.

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.

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 across Tang San's mind.

But, what about Wuhun?

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.

But is it really so?

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?

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 his soul power was completely suppressed by the opponent.

Then Tang San jumped back with his hands. Wang Sheng himself jumped down from the air, and Tang San's backward leap immediately knocked him off balance.

He saw Tang San's knees enlarging in front of him, and he suddenly screamed in his heart that it was bad.

Tang San's knee was aimed at his nose. Wang Sheng knew that even if Tang San's own strength was not taken into account, the weight of his body alone would probably destroy the bridge of his nose if he was hit like this.

At this moment, he couldn't help feeling a little regretful. And just when he was about to severely injure his opponent, Tang San's hands suddenly let go. In terms of strength, he took the initiative, so he could naturally retreat at a moment's notice. At the same time, his bent right knee spread out deeply and changed to the right knee. The instep kicked Wang Sheng in the chest.

This was a kick, and the distance of force was not long, but the power that exploded in an instant was definitely not weak. Even if Tang San converted more of the force of the kick into thrust, it would still be the same.

The students in the dormitory watched as Wang Sheng's body uncontrollably performed a difficult backflip in the air. With a bang, his whole body fell to the ground.

Although the Tang Sect is famous for its hidden weapons, in fact, the Tang Sect's grappling skills are also extremely powerful, but it is only covered up because the aura of the hidden weapons is too dazzling. Controlling a crane and capturing a dragon is not only a method of transporting power, but also a very domineering capture technique, in which the method of dividing the muscles and bones is extremely vicious. Of course, Tang San wouldn't use it in this situation.

This time, Wang Sheng fell hard and struggled for a long time before he got up from the ground. Looking at Tang San, his eyes were already filled with fear and anger. No matter what, he is only a twelve-year-old child. When facing someone stronger than him, he is still more afraid than impulsive.

Tang San picked up his school uniform, "Can you get out of the way now?"

Seeing Tang San walking towards him, Wang Sheng subconsciously moved out of the way. Tang San found a bed not far from the door and put his school uniform on it. By the way, I packed a bed for my sister.

"Is this Qisha?"