Lan Xue of Douluo continent

Old Jack quickly apologized and said with a smile: "This little brother, we are from Holy Soul Village. This child is a work-study student sent by our village this year. Do you think, what procedures do we need to go through?"

The concierge frowned and said in a somewhat sinister tone: "Can a golden phoenix still emerge from a grass nest? There are people with soul power in a small village? The college has not had a working-study student for many years. You are not fakes, are you?"

A flash of anger flashed in Old Jack's eyes, but he still swallowed his anger and took out the certificate issued by Su Yuntao, the deacon of Wuhun Hall last time, and handed it to the concierge.

The concierge took the certificate and looked it up and down, "Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass? And you are also born with full soul power? It's funny, this is really the most ridiculous thing in the world. I have been working as a concierge in the college for four years, and I have never heard of it.

For a student who is born with full soul power, his martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, how can he still be full of soul power? I think this certificate from the Soul Hall must have been forged by you."

"You..." No matter how good-tempered Jack is, he can't bear it anymore, "You are deliberately making things difficult. Okay, you wait, I'll go find the deacon of the Wuhun branch. Xiaosan, let's go

." With that said, Jack turned around and walked towards the city with Tang San.

Of course, the proof of the Wuhun Branch Hall cannot be false, and the concierge also knows it. However, people who come to see off new students are usually a little more interesting, especially civilian families. This is the saying that the king of hell is easy to live with, but the kid is difficult to deal with.

Old Jack was born in the countryside. Although he was a village chief, he didn't understand these things.

The concierge felt somewhat uneasy. If people from Wuhun Palace really came, he would not be able to bear it. Of course, he also believed that people from Wuhun Palace would never come to the academy to question these two country bumpkins.

He was depressed in his heart, so the words he said were not pleasant to hear, "Return to the Holy Soul Village, I think the Beggar Village is not bad."

"What did you say?" Old Jack suddenly turned around. The concierge's words could be said to have touched his heart the most. He had fallen out with Tang Hao because of this, but now this concierge was from outside the village, which made him even more intolerable.

. He walked back after a few steps and glared at the concierge.

The concierge was startled by the menacing old Jack and couldn't help but take a step back. However, he quickly reacted and cursed himself in his heart. He was just an old man. There was nothing to be afraid of.

"What? You're not convinced. I said you came from a beggar's village. Am I wrong? Look at this little poor guy, his clothes are all patched. I think you should go find a place to beg. We Nordin

The academy is not a charity. Get out of here, get out of here."

As he spoke, the concierge raised his left hand and pushed it towards Jack's chest, trying to drive them away.

Just when Old Jack was getting angry, suddenly, a thin figure appeared between the two of them. He also raised his left arm. His delicate little hand could barely reach the concierge's hand. He exerted force with his left hand to the right, and immediately the concierge was stunned.

Pushing away with his left hand, at the same time, the thin figure quickly took a step forward with his right foot, with the sole of his foot just behind the concierge's left foot. At the same time, he raised his right hand and clamped the concierge's hand down with his left hand.

Originally, this palm was supposed to cut into the crook of the opponent's left arm, preventing him from exerting any force. However, the person who used it was really shorter, so he could only hold the concierge's wrist. His movements were extremely fast, and his body moved forward at the same time.

Tan, both hands shook off the porter's left hand and pushed forward at the same time. It happened to be pushed on the porter's lower abdomen.

There was an extra foot behind the concierge's left foot. Although that foot was not big, it was enough to accomplish its intended effect. The force on his lower abdomen caused a stir under his feet. After hearing a normal sound, the concierge had already sat down on the ground.

"Mistress, you..." Jack stared at the person standing in front of him in stunned silence.

It was Tang San who took action. The move he used was not even a unique skill of the Tang Sect. It was just the simplest move in martial arts in his original world, pushing the window and looking at the moon. Of course, judging from his figure, it was natural to perform it.

It was deformed. Not only was it unable to cut the opponent's arms, but the hand that was supposed to be pushing on the opponent's chest was also pushed on the lower abdomen. Of course, the result was the same.

Although Tang and San were not big, their strength was definitely not small. In the past few months, they had not wielded the hammer in vain. Even without using Xuantian Kung, they still knocked down the concierge in one fell swoop.

"You brat, you're looking for death." It was so embarrassing to be pushed down by a child. In anger, the concierge got up from the ground and rushed towards Tang San.

"Okay, stop." At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded, stopping the concierge's movements.

The concierge was stunned for a moment, and then the anger on his face suddenly turned into flattery. The change was so fast that it was unimaginable. He nodded and bowed to the visitor: "Master, you are back."

Tang San turned his head and looked around. A man of medium build and slightly thinner had arrived beside them at some point. It looked like this man was about forty or fifty years old, with short black hair parted in threes and sevens, and a very handsome appearance.

Ordinary, with his hands behind his back, but he has a special temperament, with a bit of laziness and decadence between his eyes opening and closing.

The 'Master' just glanced sideways at the concierge, ignored him, and said to Old Jack: "Old sir, can you show me the certificate from Wuhun Palace?"

After all, Old Jack was born as a village chief, and he was still good at observing people. From the expression on the concierge's face, it could be seen that the middle-aged man in front of him definitely had a high status in the academy, not to mention the title of Master. He quickly handed over the certificate in his hand.

Passed it over.

The master looked at the proof, then shifted his gaze to Tang San, looking him up and down a few times. For some reason, although the master's eyes were not sharp, Tang San felt like he was being looked at clearly.

"It proves that it is true, old sir. I apologize to you on behalf of the college for what happened just now. Leave this child to me."