Douluo: My apprentice is the pope

"Then Vice President Yang thinks, what standard is suitable for training?" Flender continued.

He didn't say he agreed but he didn't say he opposed Yang Zian's plan. He just asked this question. Indeed, the final standard of training must be set. Otherwise, Yang Zian said that Ning Rongrong can already run three laps after training. That's not nonsense. ?

Yang Zian is not surprised that Flender would ask such a question, he is an old fox.

"Within a week, the second-ring battle spirit master standard!" Yang Zian said word by word.

Battle Spirit Master, how is this possible?

Flender subconsciously wanted to refute, including Dai Mubai and Tang San and the other spirit masters with expressions of disbelief. Not to mention a week, but a lifetime, the strength and physique of the auxiliary spirit master, it is impossible to compare with the fighting spirit master.

"Are you kidding?" Flender asked with a slightly serious face.

"Dare to make an order, please witness in a week!" Yang Zian said without shyness, looking at the people around him.

Although it is not his style to be hard-edged, but it is not his style to be clumsy, so let's come up with some means today.

"Okay!" Flender stretched out his hand and gave Yang Zian a high five to swear. He wanted to see how Yang Zian did what his friend Yu Xiaogang couldn't do?

"Let's go to the first class now, Oscar!" Flender looked at Oscar with his hands behind his back.

"Here!" Oscar responded hurriedly. As a veteran student, he naturally did not dare to contradict the old fox Flender.

"Today's class is very simple. Oscar, you are today's protagonist. In today's class, except for Oscar, each of you must eat at least one of the two types of sausages made by Oscar's soul power."

"What?" Xiao Wu exclaimed when she heard Flender's words.

"Dean, what class is this called?"

Flanders said solemnly:

"This is called adaptive training. Let me ask you, is life more important or face is more important? When you can only choose one of the two, which one will you choose? Oscar's soul curse is a little obscene, but as I said yesterday, he He is a food-type soul master full of innate soul power, and his talent is extremely high."

"The martial soul sausage he made is the best food martial soul I have ever seen. During the academy, he was a member of the two of you, and you will practice together. If you cannot reach a tacit understanding with him, you will Waste the best support partners."

"At the same time, this is also a training for your mentality. If you can't even do this, how will you survive in the soul master world in the future? In order to survive, you must do whatever you can. Let alone eating a sausage, when your life is at stake, Even mice, cockroaches, and earthworms have to eat."

Hearing Flender's last words, the faces of the three girls present turned pale at the same time, obviously ugly. Especially Ning Rongrong, already had the desire to vomit.

"This lesson is what each of you must do. Otherwise, there is no need to stay. Don't question my decision, on the first day each of you came here, someone told you, Shi Lake College trains monsters, not ordinary people. Oscar, start!"

Flender stood there with a cold face, with an unselfish look on his face. He used his expression to tell the students in front of him that no one should try to fool them.

Oscar's heart was already bursting into laughter at this time, his eyes were clearly showing a wretched light, and he took special care of Ning Rongrong.

If possible, at this time he really wanted to go up and hug Flender and kiss him a few times, thinking to himself, Dean, I love you so much. Flender did this not only to give everyone a sense of identification with him, but for Oscar himself, it was also a kind of extreme psychological satisfaction.

Oscar stretched out his two hands at the same time, hehe smiled, and chanted his soul curse.

"I have a big sausage."

"I have a small sausage."

One thick and one thin, two sausages with very different flavors appeared in Oscar's palm.

Hehe smiled and said, "Who will come first?"

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun have taken similar courses before. Although they have some shadows in their hearts, they can endure it a little bit. Just when the two of them were about to go forward, the long pain was not as good as the short pain to complete today's course, but one person robbed them. First.

Yang Zian stepped forward first, took Oscar's two sausages, put them in his mouth lightly, and chewed them as if enjoying the delicious food.

"Well, the taste is good. Compared with the food-type soul masters of the past, your talents are also good, but your character and body must be refueled." Yang Zian commented while eating.

Of course, others don't know that he was talking about the ancient times, and the food-type soul masters at that time were simply the head of the clan!

They have the best food in the clan, have the strongest physique, have a terrifying spiritual power, and have a very powerful appeal.

In ancient times, the weaker food-type soul masters could not survive at all. After all, there was a shortage of manpower at that time, and it was impossible to protect one person from a group of people. Moreover, at that time, spirit beasts were rampant, and danger would appear at any time. If you are not strong, you cannot survive.

Therefore, food-type soul masters have all figured out their own methods of exercising their bodies, and their main means of attack is their own mental power.

But now that the times have changed, food-type soul masters have actually become affiliated soul masters, they need to rely on others to protect themselves, and they are also lacking in training, and their spiritual power will only be cultivated after the soul saint. I have to say, this is a sadness.

Of course, everyone didn't know what years Yang Zian was sighing with emotion. He only thought that he was talking about the food-type soul master he met, but is there any soul master more talented than Oscar in this world?

After Yang Zian sighed, he said, "Oscar, try another spell?"

Flender frowned, another spell?

"Vice President Yang, that's not good. Oscar's spell is born with the absorption of the spirit ring, so I'm afraid to change the spell rashly......"

In fact, Oscar's spell, Flender, even went to Yu Xiaogang to read it. It was the most perfect. Yang Zian said it so rashly, how could he just change it?

"Oscar, when you summon the sausage, recite the Balala energy in your mouth, Shakaraka, come out and try the little sausage." Yang Zian looked at Oscar without doubt.

This spell was not made up by Yang Zian, but he had seen a food-type sausage soul master a long time ago, and the soul master did not know any spell at all, so Yang Zian thought of a spell for him.

That was the first food-type sausage soul master with the title Douluo. Of course, it was too far away from now, and it was impossible to study it.

But Yang Zian dares to conclude that Oscar is definitely related to that person. If so, why not try it?

After all, the peach-eyed guy didn't have the help of immortal grass, but his final achievement was level ninety-nine, relying on the spell given by Yang Zian, which was engraved in their bones and genes.

The power of the first generation spell is by no means comparable to the current spell!

"Oscar, I told you to stop trying, and make the next one." Dai Mubai said with a smile, this is completely nonsense, isn't it?

Flender also nodded to signal Oscar to continue the production. He had some doubts that Yang Zian was here to make trouble.

But under the threat of Yang Zian's eyes, Oscar still shouted the shameful spell: "Balala energy, Wusha Kalaka, the little sausages come out!"

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