Douluo: Protect Our Soul Hall

Tang San was very confident in his sleeve arrows.

The sleeve arrow in his wrist is a silent sleeve arrow that he carefully crafted. It makes almost no sound when fired, and the shooting speed is extremely fast.

He was confident that he could kill the concierge silently.

Even old Jack standing next to him couldn't detect his secret actions.

An ordinary person like a concierge would never be able to avoid being shot by a sleeve arrow.

Tang San grinned slightly, looking at the concierge who got up from the ground, his eyes cold:

"You've got a way to die for someone like you. Even if I kill you, no one will find out that I did it. Without evidence, who can prove that I killed someone? So, go die!"

...

not far away.

In the shadows invisible to the naked eye.

Ye Qifeng looked at Tang San's actions and clicked his tongue and shook his head.

I'm sure it's you, you bitch. A disagreement is a recipe for death. The concierge just said a few unpleasant words, but you're going to kill him?!

Haha~~

Ye Qifeng laughed.

I sensed the deep cold aura next to me, which seemed to be a little stronger.

So he asked:

"Elder Ghost, what do you think?"

The ghost next to him had a hoarse and low voice and commented a few words:

"Looking at what that kid did just now, there are some footwork, grappling, and clever use of skills. It seems that he has practiced it."

"And the concierge is just an ordinary person with no abilities, otherwise he wouldn't fall down in a single fall. He is obviously no match for that kid."

Ye Qifeng smiled slightly and nodded calmly.

Of course he understands.

That's because Tang San used the Tang Sect inner sect's secret technique that he had practiced for five years, the method of lightening one's body with ghost shadow, and the method of capturing, controlling the crane and capturing the dragon.

Even if he is not very strong, it is no problem to deal with ordinary concierges.

At this time, the ghostly gaze fell on Tang San's raised left wrist, and he frowned:

"There's something wrong with that kid. I can tell that there's something dangerous hidden on his left wrist. He wants to kill the concierge."

"The concierge made rude remarks and mocked his parents. It is understandable that he should teach him a lesson, but the crime will not lead to death, yet he still wants to kill someone."

"From this point of view, that boy is a narrow-minded, ruthless and ruthless person who will retaliate for his anger."

"His Royal Highness the Holy Son, should we intervene?"

Ye Qifeng smiled and shook his head, pointing towards the door of Notting College:

"No, someone will come out to stop him. Now, isn't it coming?"

The ghost followed His Royal Highness the Son's instructions and was stunned for a moment.

Turns out to be an acquaintance.

A person he despises.

Ghost has not seen or heard of this person for many years.

I thought he was dead.

Unexpectedly, he would hide in such a nook and cranny.

No wonder the previous pope wanted to kill him, but there was no trace of him...

...

In front of Notting College.

Tang San was about to activate the arrows in his sleeves, launch the arrows in his sleeves, and kill the concierge in one fell swoop.

"Okay, stop it."

At this moment, a hoarse and ugly voice sounded like a drake.

The sudden sound stopped Tang San's attempt, and also stopped the concierge from wanting to catch Tang San and beat him up.

Tang San frowned, feeling a little unhappy.

He didn't know who the visitor was, what his level of cultivation was, or whether he would realize his intention to shoot the concierge.

Therefore, I dare not act rashly again.

Tang San returned to his expressionless expression and put down his left hand without leaving a trace.

However, the safety on the sleeve arrow was not closed, and it was facing the direction of the source of the sound.

Tang San turned around and looked.

I saw a middle-aged man with unkempt hair, a cheek that was so stiff that it was somewhat sunken, a short haircut, a beard, and dressed in coarse linen clothes, walking out of the gate of Notting College.

The middle-aged man is about forty or fifty years old.

His appearance looks quite ordinary, even ugly, with a bit of laziness and decadence.

For some reason, Tang San felt a sense of intimacy.

Oh, by the way, this laziness and decadence is almost exactly the same as the feeling in my father.

Tang San couldn't help but think of his father, Tang Hao.

The eyes he looked at the middle-aged man suddenly became a little softer.

This middle-aged man is none other than the arrogant and arrogant waste master Yu Xiaogang who has been staying at Notting College, eating, drinking, and lodging, refusing to go to class to teach students knowledge.

In the past few days, it has been registration time for new students at Notting College.

In order to find a genius with excellent talent to verify his so-called martial arts theory, Yu Xiaogang came to the gate of Notting College every day.

I hope I can catch a talented student.

But it is a pity that Noting College is only a junior soul master college in a remote location after all, and the students it recruits are not very talented.

Almost all the students have qualifications below level three of innate soul power, and none of them have qualifications above level five or six of innate soul power.

Yu Xiaogang looked down upon students with such low talent and didn't even want to teach them.

How can he impart his knowledge to these rubbish students?

That is absolutely impossible.

If you want to enter his Dharma Eyes, you must at least be a genius with innate soul power of level seven or above.

Only in this way can you be qualified to accept his teachings.

Therefore, Yu Xiaogang came again and again with full hopes, but returned disappointed again and again.

Today is the last day for new students to register.

Just like the past few days, Yu Xiaogang wanted to come over and see if he could pick up a good seedling with excellent talent.

He had actually been standing by and listening for a long time.

Seeing the concierge taking the soul master certificate from Old Jack, Yu Xiaogang was also a little itchy and wanted to step forward and take a look at the information recorded on it.

But when I saw Tang San wearing tattered and patched clothes, he looked really slovenly.

Yu Xiaogang lost interest.

In fact, his thoughts were the same as the concierge's, and he also looked down upon Tang San.

What good qualifications can a run-down commoner have?

He must be another low-qualified student with only a little bit of innate soul power.

Yu Xiaogang sighed and shook his head. He didn't think there was any hope. After thinking about it, he still didn't go out.

Until I heard something about Tang San's martial soul and innate soul power from the porter's mouth.

Yu Xiaogang finally couldn’t stand any longer:

"What? It turned out to be an innate soul with full soul power? A martial soul or a useless martial soul like Lan Yin Cao? Can Lan Yincao also be innate with full soul power? Are you kidding me?"

"No, that's not right. Blue Silver Grass is just a useless martial spirit, and it cannot be full of innate soul power."

"Based on my excellent theory of martial arts, it can be deduced that the aptitude for innate soul power must come from a genius with a top martial soul."

"So, that child's martial spirit is not Blue Silver Grass, but some kind of top-level martial spirit."

"However, the soul master's certificate should not be false. Although the Wuhun Palace is not good, it is still very strict in the management of Wuhun awakening."

"So the child's martial spirit is really just Blue Silver Grass?"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

"By the way, there is another possibility, twins in one body, twin martial souls!"

"Oh my God!"

Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang seemed to have discovered some shocking secret. A storm surged in his heart, his eyes bulged, and his breathing became rapid:

"I can never let go of such a genius, I must keep it in my pocket!"

While Yu Xiaogang was stunned for a moment, Tang San had a conflict with the concierge.

Seeing that the concierge was about to catch Tang San and beat him up.

Having already decided that Tang San would be his future disciple, Yu Xiaogang would naturally not allow this to happen.

So Yu Xiaogang immediately spoke up and stopped the concierge's actions.

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