Douluo's imperial sword seals the sky

After coming out of the house, Chen Ze made an agreement with Tang San that every month the two of them would go up to the back mountain and compete.

In the past three months, Chen Ze had won more and lost less, which greatly stimulated Tang San's desire to practice.

Tang Hao also taught Tang San how to forge during these three months. Chen Ze sometimes watched from the sidelines, but when Tang Hao taught the random cloak hammering technique, Chen Ze would leave. After all, it was the secret skill of the Haotian Sect.

Three months passed in a blink of an eye, and today was the day that Chen Ze and Tang San set off for Notting City.

Many villagers spontaneously came to see each other off. After all, they were all from the same village and had lived together for so long, so they had some feelings for each other.

Tang San and Chen Ze waved to the villagers again and again before turning and walking on the road.

Looking at the increasingly smaller village, Tang San looked back from time to time, and Chen Ze joked: "Why, our mistress has fallen in love with a girl in the village, and is so reluctant to leave her. I will help you propose marriage later."

Tang San also expressed his boredom towards Chen Ze, but the atmosphere did become lively.Tang San finally understood that Chen Ze was cold on the outside and hot on the inside. He looked like a very cold person, but he was a joke on the inside.

Old Jack just watched the two of them playing around. Occasionally, Tang San would ask Old Jack about the Soul Master Academy, and Old Jack would answer aloud.

It was not far from Holy Soul Village to Notting City. The group ate a simple meal at noon and then set off again. By the afternoon, they could already see the city wall in the distance.

After a brief inspection, the three entered the city.

Old Jack babbled to the two people about things to pay attention to.

After all, this city is not the Holy Soul Village. There are many things that Tang San has never seen before, so he has been looking around. As a time traveler from the 21st century, Chen Ze has never seen anything, so he is the calmest one. .

Old Jack asked passers-by several times and finally brought the two of them to the gate of Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.

An arch made of solid rock, with two black iron doors below. In the middle of the arch, there are four large characters, "Notting College."

"What are you guys doing?" The three of them were intercepted by the young man guarding the gate before they even got close to the college gate.The tone was very harsh, "You lowly country people, this is not the place for you to come."

Without him, the three of them were dressed as high-end people in Saint Soul Village, but in Notting City, they were more or less country folk, so the concierge's face showed a hint of disdain for the three of them.

Old Jack hurriedly walked up and said with an apologetic smile: "This little brother, we are from Holy Soul Village, and these two children are the work-study students we sent to school this year." After saying that, he took out the weapons of Chen Ze and others. Proof of the Soul Palace.

The concierge sneered, took the two people's Wuhun Palace certificates, glanced at them casually, and threw the certificates directly to the ground, "Damn it, I have been looking at the door of the academy for four years, and a person from Wuhun Blue Silver Grass actually Could it be that he is innately full of soul power?"

"It's a small village, even if it's just one, both of them are innately full of soul power, so they can't even handle fake certificates?"

"You stinky old man, hurry up and leave. What a holy soul village, a beggar village is more or less the same."

Old Jack became angry instantly when he heard this sentence. This sentence completely touched Old Jack's bottom line.

"Hey! Are you still excited?" As he said that, the concierge was about to push Old Jack.

The next second, a figure appeared between the concierge and Old Jack.

Tang San grabbed the concierge's hand, pushed it upward with his left hand, and hit the concierge's chest with his right hand. Although he didn't use any force, the concierge, an ordinary person, was directly pushed to the ground.

The concierge became angry and was about to get up when he found a golden sword standing across his throat. Chen Ze held the hilt of the sword and stood looking at him with cold eyes.

"Help, help, you two, I was wrong, I shouldn't question you. Please, please spare me." The concierge immediately begged for mercy. The sword standing across his neck had already cut his skin. The blood came down instantly.

"Ozawa, mistress." Old Jack was anxious, afraid that the two of them would kill someone impulsively.

"Little brother, stop it," a slightly hoarse voice sounded, and everyone present except Chen Ze was stunned.

The concierge was even more ecstatic and quickly asked for help, "Master, master, you are back, please save me."

Tang San turned to look, and a man of medium build came to them. He was about 50 to [-] years old, with short black hair, his hands behind his back, and a bit of laziness and decadence between his eyes.

Chen Ze had also put away his martial spirit and looked at the master.

The master picked up the Wuhun Palace certificate that had just been thrown to the ground by the concierge, swept the dust on it, looked at it a few times, and looked at Chen Ze and Tang San for a while, with a hint of joy in his eyes.

"It's proven correct, old sir. I apologize to you on behalf of the college. Leave these two children to me." The master apologized to Old Jack.

Old Jack also hurriedly waved his hands and said to the two people: "Ozawa, Mistress, if you listen to this adult, I will leave first."

Old Jack came over again and gave the two a few words of advice before leaving.

"Next time, you have to figure it out yourself. Hum!" the master said, looking at the concierge.

The concierge was sweating profusely and did not dare to say another word. He quickly ran to the side to treat the wound.

"Teacher, thank you." Tang San said to the master.

"I'm not a teacher in this academy," the master glanced at Chen Ze, who had already stopped talking to Tang San, and said, "Let's go in first and then talk."

"I'm just an old acquaintance with the dean of this college, and I'm just a resident here." The master said lightly.

"Also, Tang San, you have to remember that not everyone can call a teacher, so don't call him by the wrong name. Unless..."

The master paused, turned around, and said to Tang San: "Are you willing to be my student?"

"Do you want to teach me how to practice martial arts?" Tang San asked, "I am a Blue Silver Grass martial spirit."

The master smiled and stretched out his hand to rub Tang San's head, "Why not add a twin martial spirit to the blue silver grass martial spirit that is naturally full of soul power?"

"You..." Tang San became nervous instantly but found that Chen Ze shook his head, indicating that he didn't need to be so nervous.

The master noticed Chen Ze's movements, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.He continued: "According to my experimental report, according to one of the ten core competencies of my martial soul, the amount of innate soul power is directly proportional to the quality of the martial soul."

"And if your martial spirit is just a blue silver grass, it doesn't meet this point at all. So I judge that you must have a very powerful martial spirit."

"So, am I right?" The master said to Tang San with a smile.

"Everything has exceptions, why can't I be an exception?" Tang San retorted.

"If your martial spirit is not Blue Silver Grass, then it might really be an exception, but you are obviously not." The master nodded.

"I have investigated the situation of people with innate soul power in the past hundred years. There are nineteen people in total. Fourteen of them are martial souls inherited from their families, and five are exceptions."

"These five people are not of high origin, but they possess innate soul power. According to my investigation, this is because they possess mutated martial souls."

"Mutated martial spirit?" Tang San asked.

"The mutated martial spirit is just like the martial spirit passed down from your parents to you. It has mutated and produced a new martial spirit. This mutation can be good or bad. The martial spirit of Chen Ze next to you is a kind of martial spirit. A martial spirit that has mutated in a good direction." The master looked at Chen Ze and said.

Tang San nodded, knelt down and kowtowed three times to the master.At this point, Tang San officially became the master's disciple.

The master was very happy and looked at Chen Ze with a bright face, "What about you, are you willing to be my disciple?"

Chen Ze shook his head and said: "I already have other plans, and I will not accept you as my teacher. Moreover, Master, you are wrong in one thing. My real martial spirit is not a mutated martial spirit."

It is a unique martial spirit in the world.Chen Ze did not say this sentence.

The master was slightly startled when he heard his rejection. Tang San was also a little anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

The master took two people to the Academic Affairs Office to report. After arriving, he left first.