Douluo Silas

"What? You lost?"

Xiao Lin, the dean of the Junior Soul Master Academy in Notting City, looked at Xiao Chenyu with disbelief on his face: "Aren't you already fighting as a soul master? The soul rings are also carefully selected by the family, how can you lose to one? Servitor?"

"I, I don't know either." Xiao Chenyu's face turned red, full of frustration: "Obviously he is just a country bumpkin, but he is so strong. I even used my soul skills, but I couldn't hurt him. ! There must be something wrong with that guy! He must be faking it!"

Xiao Chenyu's words made principal Xiao Lin fall silent. After a moment, he waved his hand and said: "Okay, I already know the matter. You can go back to practice first."

"Uncle!" Xiao Chenyu's voice rose a little higher, as if he wanted to say something, but Xiao Lin stopped him directly: "If you can't beat me, just go and reflect on it yourself. Don't think about asking me to stand up for you. Forget it. Did your father teach you anything?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Chenyu calmed down instantly.

Thinking of his father's countless instructions, he could only nod helplessly: "I understand."

"Okay, you don't have to be so downcast. My family can't help you target the guy named Silas, but you can definitely compete with him on your own. Your talent is not bad, but you just wasted time with those bad friends before. Now you know The importance of strength!"

"I, I understand." Xiao Chenyu left reluctantly, preparing to practice and improve his strength before meeting Silas for 'discussions and exchanges'.

His father once taught him that behind some seemingly inconspicuous soul masters there are often stronger soul masters or families. If he offends one, he is likely to offend a group of people. Therefore, even if his father is the city lord, he will often not End in person.

But his uncle reminded him that if Xiao Chenyu did it himself, there would be no problem at all.

Give in? How could you give in! If he just gave up in front of so many students and even teachers, where would he lose his face? !

Xiao Lin nodded as he sent Xiao Chenyu away. He knew clearly that Xiao Chenyu had no hope of defeating Silas, but it was still okay as a goal to motivate him to practice hard. Gale novels

Anyway, as long as the family doesn't take action and doesn't cause any disability, no matter how big the matter is, it will just be a small fight between the children and it won't be a problem.

But what is the origin of the man named Silas? To be able to defeat his nephew with less than actual soul power cultivation, his background is a bit too deep...

The principal was deep in thought when suddenly there was a knock on the door. A moment later, Yu Xiaogang came in from the outside: "I heard that your nephew was beaten by a new student?"

Xiao Lin:......

If he hadn't known that Yu Xiaogang's emotional intelligence had always been as undistinguished as his talent, he would have even thought that this guy came here specifically to mock him.

"No, it's just a discussion." Xiao Lin said in a relaxed and casual tone: "My nephew is too lazy. He might as well be taught a lesson."

"That's it." Yu Xiaogang nodded, and then got to the point: "I remember that your nephew seems to be a battle soul master. He can defeat your nephew's new life. His innate soul power..."

"The proof from the Wuhun Palace shows that his innate soul power is only level one."

"Only at the innate level?" Yu Xiaogang frowned. This was too different from what he imagined.

He has been looking for a satisfactory disciple to test and teach him some theoretical research results on martial arts.

However, being from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus family and being touted as a master of martial soul theory research made him look down on those soul masters with low innate soul power, even if he was looking for test subjects.

In other words, what Yu Xiaogang hopes most now is that a student with innate soul power can jump in front of him and become his teacher, so that he can verify some of his new skills in martial arts. idea.

As for whether this new idea can be successful...theoretically there is no big problem. As for practice, he is now looking for the first practitioner.

When Yu Xiaogang, who was in school, first heard that Xiao Chenyu was defeated by a new student, he felt a little happy.

In his opinion, without innate soul power, it would be very difficult to defeat a battle soul master, unless Silas had a very powerful soul.

However, according to Yu Xiaogang's theory, the stronger the martial soul, the higher the level of innate soul power should be.

Innate first-level soul power, according to his theory, the martial soul should be almost enough, if not a useless martial soul, and there is no possibility of twin martial souls.

Even though Silas had an excellent record of defeating Xiao Chenyu, Yu Xiaogang still looked down upon Silas's innate soul power level. How could his 'disciple' have such a low innate soul power.

What? There is no useless martial spirit, only a useless soul master?

Stop making trouble! It's okay to use these words to deceive outsiders, but if you deceive yourself, you are just a clown.

If Yu Xiaogang doesn't admit that his martial soul Luo Sanpao is a waste, then he will have to admit that he is a waste. How can he admit that he is a waste?

Here, if he really thought that martial spirits could be used reasonably, he would have found the test subjects long ago.

In the Douluo Continent, there are genius martial souls with levels nine or ten innate soul power. Those with bad souls have innate soul powers of level four or five. There are a lot of them.

Just before entering the door, Yu Xiaogang thought that he might be able to find a suitable disciple, but now when he heard the news, he was immediately disappointed and even wanted to turn around and leave directly.

Seeing the disappointment on Yu Xiaogang's face visible to the naked eye, Xiao Lin said to keep him: "Don't leave in a hurry. Although this Silas's soul power is not very high, there are other colleges with very high innate soul power."

"Huh?" A trace of doubt appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face: "How high can it be?"

"Innately full of soul power!" Xiao Lin said word by word: "And there are still two of them!"

"Two? Innate soul power?!" Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened instantly: "You didn't lie to me?"

"Why are you lying?

Xiao Lin said, taking out two admission certificates from his desk and placing them in front of Yu Xiaogang: "One is named Tang San and the other is Xiao Wu. Both of them are freshmen who just entered school this year, and both are innately full of soul power. "

"One of them is a Blue Silver Grass martial soul, and the other is a rabbit martial soul. They are actually able to have full innate soul power. I don't know whether it is good luck or bad luck. No matter how good the martial soul is, I am afraid they will have a bright future. "

Hearing Xiao Lin's words, Yu Xiaogang's eyes flickered slightly.

According to the theory he summarized, innate soul power is linked to the strength of the martial soul. A person with full innate soul power must have a good martial soul.

Putting aside the rabbit martial spirit for now, even Yu Xiaogang cannot guarantee that he recognizes all the spirit beasts and martial spirits in the world, but Lan Yincao is a famous useless martial spirit.

There is only one explanation for this kind of martial spirit to have soul power - twin martial spirits! There have only been two twin martial souls in the mainland for many years, and now, the third one has appeared!

Yu Xiaogang was overjoyed, accepting a twin martial soul owner as his disciple would be a great thing!

The only question was whether he should tell Xiao Lin about this matter... How could he tell Xiao Lin such a secret thing? The relationship between the two was just ordinary friends.

Feeling secretly happy in his heart, Yu Xiaogang left with two admission certificates with a smile on his face.

If it was before, Xiao Wu could make him happy for a while, but now, all Yu Xiaogang's thoughts are on Tang San.

With such a genius, it would be a pity not to be his disciple!