Douluo: I am peerless in the world

Chapter 3 Become a master and be ridiculed!

The next morning came in a blink of an eye.

Ye Feng opened his eyes early.

He was secretly glad that it didn't rain last night so he could enjoy the starry sky.

Oh my God, this poor baby has lived in this environment for more than two years. It is so miserable!

But he's no better now.

He awakened a sickle and gave him two levels of soul power.

How can I reach the pinnacle of my life and marry Bai Fumei from now on?

Don't talk about this, even surviving is a problem.

"Hey! System boss, where are you hiding? Come out quickly!!"

Ye Feng shouted out of thin air while lying on the bed.

Oh, to be precise, it can't be called a bed.

Just a stone on the front and back, and a 30 cm wide wooden board in the middle.

He came here like this last night.

Riding a horse is like sleeping on a single-plank bridge.

A batch of excitement!

He didn't even dare to turn over.

The system did not reply to him.

To be precise, he didn't know if he had a system.

Anyway, he didn't dare to shout.

It would be really cool if other people heard about it and locked him up in the village as a mentally ill person.

"Has Xiaofeng gotten up?"

At this moment, a voice came from outside, it was Old Jack.

"Coming!"

When Ye Feng heard Old Jack's voice, he immediately jumped up and got up from the bed.

"Kacha——"

Maybe the range of motion is too large.

The bed board, which had endured so much pain, broke into two halves.

A heavy fall knocked him to the ground!

The fall hurt so much.

After all, the ground is full of gravel.

Opening the seemingly empty door, I found old Jack and Tang San.

Tang San's eyes were slightly red.

It is estimated that the two father and son communicated for a long time last night, and finally Tang Hao released him.

"We'll leave in the morning while it's cooler, so you can pack up and leave."

Old Jack said to Ye Feng.

"No need to clean up, just leave."

Ye Feng washed his face.

In this way, the three of us set off.

From sunrise to noon, Tang San and Old Jack had a lively conversation along the way, and he, Ye Feng, was like an accessory.

No one paid attention to him, and he didn't bother to speak to avoid humiliating himself.

After all, as the old saying goes, when you are poor, no one cares about you on the roadside; when you are rich, you have distant relatives in the mountains. If you have no strength, who will take advantage of you?

Let's see if I can hug this destined son's thigh as I get to know Tang San. If I really can't, I'll ask Master.

Don't say that he has no backbone. He has no system soul power and is even worse at two levels. If you want to rise in this world, you must do this, otherwise you will not be able to contact the top people and you will not be able to get any resources.

If there was a system, who would worship the master and embrace the destined son who looks down on you from the bottom of his heart?

Soon we arrived at Notting College.

The familiar guard made things difficult, the familiar old Jack was pushed down, and the familiar Tang San held a silver needle tightly in his hand. It seemed that if the opponent continued to beep, the silver needle would pierce the opponent's body, and the guard died.

But I used to watch it on my mobile phone.

Now it feels like wearing VR, an immersive first-person perspective experience.

The Son of Destiny is indeed so terrifying. He has the means to kill at the age of six. At the age of six, he could only be bullied by others. At night, he lay on a bed like a single-plank bridge, bathed in the strong wind, and watched the stars alone.

Thinking about it this way, he could understand why Tang San ignored him.

How can a gold-earning player with amazing equipment look down on you, a scumbag novice who doesn't even have basic equipment?

Soon the master came.

It was a slightly thin man in his forties or fifties wearing black clothes.

The other party took a look at the documents given by Wuhun Palace, and then said arrogantly, "This is the first and last time" and took them into the Notting Junior Soul Master Academy.

On the broad campus avenue, the master led Tang San and Ye Feng to walk.

Ye Feng noticed that Tang San was thoughtful.

"Teacher, thank you."

Suddenly he spoke.

"Oh, teacher, I'm not a teacher."

After the master heard Tang San say these words, he smiled lightly.

"Aren't you a teacher? Then what did you say about representing the college just now?"

Tang San asked with some surprise.

"Who said that to represent the college you have to be a teacher?"

The master smiled and replied.

"Oh, I understand, then you must be the dean or leader of the college."

It's still the same as before.

Tang San still regarded Ye Feng as a transparent person.

The topic was so coherent that he couldn't get a word in at all.

And it seemed that the master was very willing to chat with Tang San.

Anyway, I haven't looked at him since I walked in.

Maybe it's because a sickle with two levels of soul power is too much.

"Hehe, a small child is quite smart, but you still guessed wrong."

The master stopped, shook his head and looked at Tang San.

"Ah? Then you are?"

Tang San was a little surprised.

"I think the teacher should be a guest of the college."

At this moment, Ye Feng said to him next to him.

As someone who knows the plot in advance, it’s time to brush up on your presence.

"Hmm, I see in the information on Wuhun Palace that your name is Ye Feng, right? To put it nicely, I am a guest at Notting College. In fact, I am just a hangout. Tang San, Ye Feng, you two

They are all smart."

The master nodded slightly, confirming Ye Feng's answer.

"Teacher Keqing?"

In fact, Tang San didn't know much about these academy systems.

But before that, there were some Keqing elders in the Tang Sect. A college here is equivalent to a sect, so this one should be the Keqing teacher.

"No, no, no, kid, you have to remember that in this world, teachers can't be called casually. Others call me master, so you should call me master too, unless you really want me to be your teacher."

The master leaned down and looked at Tang San and said.

"Then you want to teach me how to practice martial arts?"

Tang San asked curiously.

"Yeah, if you want."

The master nodded.

"teacher!"

Tang San suddenly knelt down and bowed to the master.

"Hahaha, okay, you are indeed extremely smart. It seems it's time for me to be persistent. After all, you are the third twin martial soul on the entire continent."

The master stood with his hands behind his hands, looking very happy.

"What?!"

However, he didn't notice that Tang San's hand trembled slightly, and another silver needle appeared in his hand, as if he was considering whether to kill this man!

"Teacher, please accept me as your disciple!"

Seeing Tang San accept the master as his disciple so directly, Ye Feng, who was beside him, also felt that the time was ripe and immediately knelt down.

Being from the same sect as Tang San, I believe that no matter how different he is from now on, he won't be that far behind.

"you?"

The master's eyes fell on Ye Feng, who seemed to be a little different.

"Yes, master, I also want to become your disciple and learn martial arts. Please accept me."

Ye Feng nodded and said very sincerely.

"Oh, classmate Ye Feng, you are so brave."

The master smiled meaningfully, not even hiding the deep sarcasm in his eyes.

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(End of chapter)