Douluo of all phases

Holy Soul Village is Old Jack's bottom line. You can beat him and scold him, but you can't insult Holy Soul Village!

The young man was frightened by Old Jack's momentum and was speechless for a moment.

Isn't he just an old man?

Did you actually scare me?

"What, you're not convinced? Aren't you happy when I say you are beggars? Look at your poor looks!" the young man cursed.

Tang San's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

[General Outline of Xuantian Baolu, Article 4: Never try to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, otherwise it is easy to really become a pig!]

His left hand has already been raised, and the safety on the sleeve arrow has been turned on!

Back in the Tang San Dynasty, Tang Hao asked for a piece of pig iron just to forge sleeve arrows.

Now that the sleeve arrows have been cast, Tang San has not yet experimented with them.

If this young man is lucky, he will be the first person to experience the Tang Sect's hidden weapons in person!

As for whether doing this would expose Tang San?

Tang San was absolutely sure that no one, including Old Jack, knew that he had sent this sleeve arrow.

But just when Tang San was secretly taking aim.

Sudden.

A hoarse voice came from behind Tang San:

"Okay, stop it."

The young man was just about to ask the other party's name and greet his ancestors.

However, after seeing the person coming, the young man instantly withered!

Instead, it turned into a flattering attitude: "Master, you are back."

Seeing how much the young man had changed before and after, this contrast made Tang San even more curious about who the owner of this voice was.

Tang San turned around and looked at the man behind him, called the Master, in surprise.

The man called the Master was thin and looked to be in his forties or fifties.

Her short black hair is parted in threes and sevens. She looks ordinary, but it gives people a lazy and decadent feeling.

The master ignored the young concierge. Instead, he extended his right hand to Old Jack and smiled:

"Old sir, can you show me the certificate from Wuhun Palace?"

Old Jack could tell that this master had a high status at first glance, and quickly handed over the certificate Su Yuntao gave Tang San.

The master took the certificate and looked at it for a few times, then looked at Tang San with some surprise.

Tang San was caught by the master's gaze, and he vaguely felt that he had been seen through!

"Prove that there is nothing wrong, old sir. I want to apologize to you on behalf of the college. Leave this child to me," the master said.

A soul master apologized to him. Old Jack felt flattered and waved his hand quickly: "No need to apologize, no need to apologize. It's my fault. I'll leave this child to you."

"Xiao San, follow the master. You must listen to the master." Old Jack turned around and warned Tang San again before he felt relieved.

Tang San nodded and said nothing.

"From now on, you don't have to come here anymore." The master pointed at the room and said expressionlessly.

"Master, I was wrong, don't do it!!" The young man knelt down and begged for mercy.

The master ignored him and turned around to leave. Tang San followed him silently.

"Let's go in." The master smiled and took Tang San's hand.

It's just that his smile is very stiff and he really doesn't dare to be complimented.

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

"Teacher? I'm not a teacher in the academy." The master looked down at Tang San and said calmly.

"Not a teacher? Didn't you just say you represent the school?"

Tang San was confused, but then he thought about it and seemed to understand something again.

"I understand, you must be the principal or leader of the school, right?"

The master shook his head and said with a smile: "You are a six-year-old child, but you are very smart."

"Then you are?"

The master said: "I'm just a casual guest. Just call me master like everyone else. The certificate of the Wuhundian store says that your name is Tang San, right?"

"Yeah." Tang San nodded in response.

"You have to understand that the meanings of master and teacher are very different. Don't call me by the wrong name in the future, unless you are willing to let me be your teacher." The master's eyes flashed with hot light.

"Do you want to teach me how to practice martial arts?" Tang San asked.

The master stopped, faced Tang San and asked, "Then are you willing?"

Tang San didn't answer, neither refused nor agreed.

The master smiled again, he was indeed a smart boy.

Not answering has two meanings. First, it means not to refuse in a hurry to avoid offending the master.

Second, use actions to ask the master, why should I worship you as my teacher?

"Sure enough, you are so talented and so smart. It seems that I am going to be persistent for a while. After all, you are also the third twin martial soul in the past hundred years."

!!!

After hearing what the master said, Tang San was shocked, and his eyes when looking at the master suddenly changed.

The sleeve arrow on Tang San's wrist was raised again, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

His father wouldn't let him reveal the secret of having another martial soul.

Tang San didn't even tell his brothers, but now this master guessed it!

[General Outline of Xuantian Baolu, Article 3: Make sure your opponent is an enemy, and as long as he has a way to kill you, don't show mercy, otherwise it will only add trouble to yourself!]

The master looked at Tang San with some pride and said with a smile: "Are you curious about why I know you are a twin martial spirit?"

"I once investigated that among the 647 people whose martial souls are Blue Silver Grass, 16 have soul power, and the probability is less than 3%."

"None of these souls with soul power can exceed the first level. According to one of the ten core competitivenesses of Wuhun, the size of innate soul power is directly proportional to the quality of Wuhun. You should have another one.

Martial spirit."

"And it must be very powerful!" the master affirmed.

"Everything has exceptions, why can't I be a special case?" Tang San retorted.

"Yes, there are indeed exceptions. In the past hundred years, there have been a total of 19 people with innate soul power, and all of them have very powerful martial souls. Obviously your Blue Silver Grass does not have these factors."

"Another possibility is that you also have a martial spirit, which is very powerful and can rival the top martial arts, or in other words, is the top martial spirit!" the master analyzed.

"But my martial spirit is a useless martial spirit." Tang San called out the blue silver grass in his right hand.

The master smiled and shook his head: "I don't think there are useless martial arts spirits, only soul masters who are willing to be useless."

A smile appeared on Tang San's lips, and he put away his sleeve arrows.

Only this kind of person is qualified to be my teacher. Just by relying on a soul power test report, you can deduce that I am a person with twin martial arts souls.

Tang San suddenly took a step back, widening the distance between him and the master.

Then, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to the master respectfully.

This time it was the master's turn to be stunned: "What are you doing?"

"Teacher," Tang San called out in a sympathetic tone, "Please accept me as your disciple."

The master smiled: "Silly boy, why do you have to kowtow to become a disciple? Don't you know that this is just a courtesy for worshiping the king and parents?"

Tang San naturally knew that he valued etiquette, loyalty and filial piety more than anything else.

"Once a teacher, always a father!" Tang San said respectfully.

The master's eyes were moist, "Once a teacher, always a father, good, good, good boy, I really saw the right person."