Lan Xue of Douluo continent

Tang San and Lan Xue nodded, then strode towards the academy following Flanders.

Flanders' office, which is also his residence, is not far from the small playground where Tang San and Zhao Wuji fought yesterday. The room is very simple, with only a few things that must exist.

Flanders sat down behind his desk and looked at Tang San, with a complex light suddenly showing in his eyes, "Master, are you okay?"

Tang San nodded and said, "Teacher is very good."

Flanders looked at him in surprise, "Are you his student? No wonder, no wonder he even gave you this belt. When I saw you wearing this belt that day, plus your age, I knew

You want to come to my Shrek Academy, but I didn’t expect that you would be his disciple. Back then, he once told me that one day he would cultivate a genius soul master who would shock the continent. It seems that you are him

The choice was made.”

Tang San raised his hand and touched the moonlit night of Twenty-Four Bridge, handing a letter to Flanders, "Before departure, the teacher asked me to hand this letter to the academy after passing the academy assessment and being admitted.

long."

After listening to Tang San's words, Flanders's eyes flashed with a hint of sadness and a hint of smile, "He is still so stubborn. This is his style. Does this guy finally know how to contact me?"

As he spoke, he slowly opened the envelope and took out the white letter paper inside. Tang San could clearly see that Flanders' hands were trembling slightly when he opened the letter.

Tang San didn't know what was written in the letter, he could only look at Flanders's changing expressions.

Flanders was sometimes happy, sometimes angry, and almost all different emotions appeared on his face.

"Okay, you old guy. You old bastard, do you have to prove anything? Is there anything to prove? Don't you know, in fact..."

Flanders seemed to be going a little crazy, saying words that Tang San couldn't understand.

Suddenly, he raised his head sharply and stared at Tang San, "Since you are his proof, you must not let him down. Let's go and prepare for the evening class. It won't be easy."

He had already completed the task given to Tang San by the master. Although Dean Flanders made him feel weird, he didn't have the time to think about it. After the battle with Zhao Wuji, Tang San discovered many of his own weaknesses.

If you have time, you might as well practice.

After Tang San walked out, Flanders bowed deeply to Lan Xue: "See the Pope of the Magnolia Palace, His Majesty the Magnolia Douluo, patronizing the villain's academy."

Lan Xue frowned slightly: "I came here this time just for Tang San, my father Tang Hao. Now I am just a student here, please call me Xiaoxue, the dean."

"Yes." Flanders responded somewhat flattered.

Not to mention Tang San and others practicing on their own, Oscar and Ning Rongrong were running outside the academy at this time.

"Oscar, how far is this circle?" Ning Rongrong's voice was somewhat helpless.

At the beginning, she was still full of confidence. Even though she was an auxiliary soul master, her father always asked her to exercise when she was at home. What he said was almost exactly the same as what Flanders said before. Therefore, her body

It's not bad, although it's not as good as a fighting soul master, but long-term exercise not only makes her have a healthy body, but she is also particularly good at running.

However, from the time he left the academy to the present, Ning Rongrong has not completed one lap under the leadership of Oscar. A lot of time has passed. If he continues at this speed, let alone noon, whether he can have dinner or not will not matter.

Problem. What's more, my physical strength is constantly declining, and it is impossible to maintain this speed forever.

Oscar smiled bitterly and said: "I told you when we came out that this is an impossible task. But don't be afraid. Are we, two auxiliary soul masters, afraid of being hungry when we are together? Do you want to eat something...

"

Ning Rongrong glanced at him. Although she was still young, her charming eyes were somewhat charming.

Oscar's bones were a little weak at the sight of her, he chuckled, and whispered like a treasure: "I have a big sausage." In a flash of light, a fragrant sausage appeared in his hand, and he handed it to Ning Rongrong.

.

"My sausage, the first soul ring skill is recovery. It not only promotes the healing of injuries, but also restores physical strength. Eat some. With the support of my sausage, I can run not only twenty laps, but two hundred laps.

We don’t need to worry about food either.”

Ning Rongrong looked at Oscar strangely, and suddenly said something extremely powerful, "I still have two thick slices of bread. Eat as big as you."

After saying that, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Tower floated out, with agility assistance attached, and his speed suddenly increased and he ran forward.

"Uh..." Oscar was stunned for a moment. Not to mention him, even Tang San and Dai Mubai would probably be shocked when they heard that such an elegant girl like Ning Rongrong actually said such a sentence.

They found it incredible. They didn't know what kind of role Ning Rongrong was in the Qibao Glazed Sect. And Ning Rongrong finally couldn't bear it anymore and showed some of her true nature.

…

Qibao Glazed Sect. Meeting Hall.

On the north side of the main hall, facing south, the main seat is a large rosewood carved chair, with a large jade stone inlaid on the back of the chair. The jade is green in color and exudes a faint warm atmosphere. It is a top-quality piece of warm jade.

There is a person sitting on the big chair with rosewood carvings. This person has a face like a crown jade, a straight nose and a square mouth. He has an elegant and gentle appearance. He is dressed in a pure white robe and is spotless. He looks about forty years old and has soft eyes.

He looked like an ordinary person. His smooth black hair was spread behind his back, and everything looked so casual and without any pretense. At this time, he was looking at a young man kneeling on the ground below, wearing a white suit.

"Reporting to the sect master, the young lady has arrived at Shrek Academy and successfully passed the exam." The young man said respectfully.

The middle-aged man nodded, with a look of helplessness on his face, "It's good for this little ancestor to go out and practice, otherwise the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will be turned over by her. How is the situation at Shrek Academy?"