Douluo's Strongest Son-in-Law

"This little brother, we are from Saint Soul Village, and these two children are work-study students sent by our village this year."

Old Jack naturally felt the disdainful look cast by the young man, but he still said with a sorry smile.

"Can a golden phoenix still emerge from a chicken coop? Is there anyone in a small village who has soul power? Our college has not had a working-study student for a long time. Are you three bold country bumpkins fakes?"

The young man smiled coldly, his voice filled with sarcasm.

When Old Jack heard this, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, but he still exercised extreme restraint and swallowed his anger and took out the certificate given by Wuhundian Su Yuntao.

"Hahaha, you are born with full soul power? You still need the Blue Silver Grass? It's really ridiculous. In all the years I have been here, I have never seen a person who was born with full soul power and still used the Blue Silver Grass. This martial arts

You must have forged the certificate from the Soul Palace, you have to be professional if you want to do it!"

After the young man saw this list, he burst into laughter.

Hearing this sentence, Old Jack bit his lips tightly, and the veins on his old arms bulged out.

"Oh? Is there another letter here? Do you still want to help this guy named Qin Feng test his soul power at Notting College? Is this the signature of the Holy Soul Village Committee?"

The young man seemed to have not noticed the old Jack who was trembling with anger, and opened a yellow envelope in the bag very casually.

"This child also has soul power. At that time, Master Su Yuntao left long ago and failed to test it, so I wanted to test it on site at Notting College."

Old Jack tried his best to restrain himself, thinking that it didn't matter that he, the old guy, was a little angry, it was all for the sake of these two sensible children.

"Oh, what kind of Holy Soul Village is this? I think it's just a beggar's village. It's just you country guys who still want to take a private test in our Notting College. Remember, cow dung is still cow dung, and it won't work if it's steamed in a pot.

Become delicious!"

The young man's eyes narrowed, he sneered disdainfully, and then tore the envelope into pieces.

"you!"

Old Jack was so angry that he was shaking all over, and his whole body was like a boiler about to explode.

"Don't be an eyesore here, get out of here!"

The young man stepped forward and tried to push Old Jack.

Tang San stared at the man, the hidden arrow in his sleeve ready to be fired.

At this moment, a gust of wind rushed past Old Jack, and a big black hammer came down high!

"Take a hit from me!"

It turned out to be Qin Feng. His small body jumped up and swung the hammer towards the young man!

"court death!"

Seeing Qin Feng's attack, the young man's face turned grim. He had already reached the eleventh level of a soul master. Such a little guy without a soul ring could be killed with just a few clicks.

"breeze!!"

Old Jack saw that it was Xiao Feng who rushed out, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull Qin Feng back.

Even though Qin Feng has been promoted to the ninth level soul master, the person facing him is a soul master. Both sides are fighting against each other.

However, it was a step too late after all.

"Bang! Swing!"

The sound of broken bones was particularly harsh, and the next second a distant impact was heard.

"Xiao Feng, why are you so impulsive?"

Old Jack collapsed on the ground, slapping his thighs, as if he had lost his soul.

He didn't dare to raise his head and look towards the location of the sound just now, because the sound of broken bones just now echoed in Old Jack's heart, and he was afraid of seeing Qin Feng's tragic state of being torn apart.

In the eyes of these soul masters, their poor people's lives are as low as grass. Especially since Xiaofeng had just taken the initiative to attack the opponent, suing him to the Martial Soul Branch Hall would probably be of no avail.

It had only been one afternoon, how could I explain to Tang Hao and the people in the village!

Old Jack was in tears. At this time, no one could experience the feeling of extreme collapse and heartbreak in Old Jack's heart.

Because in the eyes of Old Jack, Qin Feng is not only a sensible child, but also the hope of their Holy Soul Village. Now that hope has been completely shattered.

"Grandpa Jack, Brother Feng is fine."

Tang San looked at Old Jack who had never seen him look like this before, crying like a child.

"This sound of broken bones can be heard clearly even by me who is deaf. How can it be okay? Xiaosan, I know you want to comfort grandpa. Grandpa is losing his temper, but grandpa is really heartbroken."

Old Jack sat on the ground, sighing and bursting into tears.

"Grandpa Jack, I'm really fine."

At this time, Qin Feng also came to Old Jack's side.

Hearing Qin Feng's voice, Old Jack raised his head in disbelief.

He was surprised and happy to see Qin Feng, with extremely complicated emotions on his face.

"You brat, I'm going to kill you!"

At this moment, a cold roar sounded from behind.

The young man guarding the gate just now came over with a ferocious face, dragging his dislocated chin.

"Xiaosan, I leave this to you."

Qin Feng glanced at Tang San.

"Don't worry, Brother Feng!"

Tang San nodded heavily.

In fact, even if Qin Feng didn't take action just now, he would take action.

The sleeve arrows he had made earlier were already coated with poison. If fired, he was confident that he could kill his opponent in an instant.

"Forty-nine strokes to go."

Qin Feng put the hammer aside and stared at the young man coldly.

As long as he completes the task of fifty blasts of the blaster concierge given to him by the system, he will get a mysterious treasure chest!

Because of the movement just now, there were more and more people around at this moment.

"No one has dared to hit me like this for a long time, and you are the first one."

Soul power emerged from the young man's hand, and it turned out to be a big knife, and a white light came from his body one after another.

"White with light yellow?! It's a ninety-nine-year-old soul ring!"

Generally, only spirit rings that are ninety-nine years old and infinitely close to one hundred years old will show a light yellow color.

When Old Jack saw this scene, he was immediately frightened and hurriedly told Qin Feng to leave quickly.

When a soul master confronts a soul master who casts a soul ring, it is no different than an egg against a stone!

Qin Feng might have succeeded just now because of a surprise attack and the young enemy, but this time it was different.

"It's just a garbage soul ring that's less than a century old."

Qin Feng let out a scornful sound, then raised his hammer and smashed it wildly.

On the field, everyone saw only a child who was no taller than the handle of a hammer, chasing an almost adult youth with a hammer and smashing it hard.

Although the young man was assisted by the power of the soul ring, for some unknown reason, the power of the soul ring was as if he was not using his full strength.

"what happened?"

At this moment, a man wearing black clothes appeared at the door of Notting College.

"Grandmaster."

When other people from Notting College saw this man, they all saluted.

"Master, these country bumpkins pretended to be work-study students and tried to sneak into Notting College. When they were discovered, they got angry and beat the concierge."

A young man came forward and said.

"You're talking nonsense. It's obviously that person who despises our village. He tore up letters from the village and wants to push Grandpa Jack to drive us away."

Tang San replied with angrily eyes, saying that he didn't believe that there was no reasonable person in Notting College even though it was so big.

"Stop first."

After taking a look, the man shouted coldly at the rich voice of Qin Feng and the concierge who were entangled in the distance.

"Master, it's not that I don't want to stop, it's that this kid keeps pestering me!"

The young man had a bruised nose, a swollen face and a dislocated chin, and his speech was still windy.

"Even the master can't save you now. This forty-eighth blow, this one was hit by me for Old Jack!"

Qin Feng's tender hands had veins popping out, and the air was buzzing with a buzzing sound.