Start with Douluo: Martial Soul is a Light

Yu Xiaogang, who accepted Tang San as his disciple, was overjoyed and turned to look at Wang Feng.

The meaning is obvious.

Tang San is so sensible, why don't you kneel down and kowtow to acknowledge your father?

Seeing the green-headed Yu Xiaogang looking at him, Wang Feng suppressed a smile and turned his head.

It is absolutely impossible for him to kneel down and recognize Yu Xiaogang as his father.

What's more, looking at the green-headed Yu Xiaogang now, he was afraid that he would not be able to stop laughing.

Seeing this, Grandmaster frowned slightly, although Wang Feng refused to kneel and kowtow like Tang San, it was nothing.

But what do you mean by turning your head? Every now and then he let out a weird laugh.

What Wang Feng is doing now makes him compare Wang Feng with Tang San. No matter how you compare, obedient Tang San is much better than him.

"So my guess is correct. Xiaosan, you are a twin spirit, Wang Feng, you are a mutant spirit."

Although Wang Feng didn't ask him to be his teacher for the first time, he didn't hold on, but spoke gently.

As for Wang Feng, this mutant martial spirit with innate soul power, he naturally wanted to accept it as a disciple. After all, experimenting with his theory, there will always be surprises. If you accept one more apprentice, you will have one more protection.

"Yes, teacher."

Tang San has now worshipped Grandmaster as his teacher, and was convinced by the knowledge he just showed, naturally he didn't hold back much.

While speaking, Tang San looked at the teacher's head again, and found that it was still green. I can't help thinking: Why did the teacher have black hair just now, and then turned green after he finished worshiping the teacher? Could it really be the spirit of the teacher? However, the teacher's green hair is also very beautiful. He looks much more energetic than before.

"Master, I'm not a mutant spirit, my spirit is a waste spirit." Seeing Yu Xiaogang looking at him, Wang Feng shook his head and said.

The current Wang Feng was a little disappointed. He thought he could use Yu Xiaogang to experiment with Lu Yuan's ability, but who knew that it would only make his hair green and have no other effect.

It seems that the great effect of this Luyuan will not be tested for a while.

"What, not a mutant spirit? How is this possible?"

Hearing Wang Feng's words, Yu Xiaogang suddenly exclaimed.

According to his theoretical guess, Wang Feng is the mutant spirit. How could it not be.

Then, Yu Xiaogang thought of something, and praised: "Wang Feng, don't worry, as your teacher, I will naturally not be against you."

Some students are afraid that the teacher will be disadvantageous to the students and like to hide their clumsiness. Yu Xiaogang also understands.

"No, I'm really not a mutant spirit. Everyone in the spirit hall said that my spirit is a waste spirit. They also said that I was destined to not become a spirit master, and that I would be a waste all my life."

Looking at Yu Xiaogang, Wang Feng sighed.

"There are no waste spirits, only waste soul masters."

Yu Xiaogang showed off one sentence, picked up Wang Feng's report and read it again.

Whoever believes this is an idiot.

I can't break through level 30 yet. Isn't that saying you're trash? Wang Feng groaned in his heart.

"There are no trash spirits, only trash spirit masters!!" Tang San, who was beside him, was different from Wang Feng, chewing on those words carefully, looking at his master again in surprise, he really worshipped the right master. With such an opinion, it seems that the teacher he worships is also a strong man. Could it be the legendary Soul Saint powerhouse? Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang, with adoration in his eyes.

"Martial soul, green light, innately full of soul power, my theory is absolutely correct, summon your martial soul and let me take a look."

Yu Xiaogang believed that his theory was right and could not be wrong. He wanted to see if Wang Feng's martial spirit was really mutated. If not, then he will have to consider whether to accept Wang Feng as a disciple.

"Green light green light, green to panic."

Since Yu Xiaogang wanted to slap his face, Wang Feng would not refuse,

Summon your own martial spirit directly. However, this spell made him a little helpless.

A seemingly faint but unfathomable green light group appeared in Wang Feng's hand.

"Well, it's really just a green light, no mutation?"

"But I've never seen a top-level martial spirit like Green Light? How can it be innately full of spirit power?"

"Master, I didn't lie to you, my martial soul is really not mutated."

Wang Feng's words made Yu Xiaogang a little embarrassed. After checking again and again, he found that his martial spirit really did not mutate.

Tang San looked at the somewhat embarrassed master and didn't care much, after all, people stumble and horses stumble.

What surprised him was that he found that the green light group in Wang Feng's hand was exactly the same color as his teacher's head.

"Cough...cough, Wang Feng, your martial spirit is indeed not mutated. So...I'll take you to report first."

He made a mistake in judgment, and now he is a little embarrassed, so he directly uses the transfer method.

Although Wang Feng is not accepted as a disciple now, as long as Wang Feng is still at Notting College, and with his knowledge, he can show some profound knowledge and insights. In the future, there will be more opportunities for him to kowtow and recognize his father.

This little guinea pig...no...proves the disciple who tested his theory, he has accepted it.

"Hey, why is this person green on his head?"

"I don't know, maybe he likes green."

"This color matches him well."

"Well, indeed. It looks very spirited."

Walking on the road of Notting College, some pedestrians were amazed when they saw Yu Xiaogang's hair color.

Yu Xiaogang didn't pay much attention to it, his hair wasn't green, and he wasn't talking about him. What's more, these people are just ordinary people, and they are not worthy of his attention.

Tang San followed behind, looking like he was about to say anything but stopped, but he still couldn't say anything, instead he rolled his eyes at Wang Feng. He suspected that the green on the teacher's head was the hand of Wang Feng. But there is no evidence.

Wang Feng directly ignored Tang San, he found that Yu Xiaogang's hair color now matched him.

When he came to the Academic Affairs Office, the master put the certificate on the table and said, "Director Su, this is a work-study student sent by Wangjiacun and Holy Soul Village this year. Please help him to register."

When Director Su heard the words, he, who was originally smiling, was stunned when he saw the green hair on the master's head.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Yu Xiaogang looked at Director Su suspiciously, what kind of eyes did he look at, admiring himself? Thinking about it, it should be.

"No..Nothing, I didn't expect you to be the master here, rare guest! Sit down for a while."

Director Su thought that the master wanted to change his style, but he didn't think much about it, after all, everyone has a favorite hair color. However, he found that the master who changed his hair color was much more energetic.

The master shook his head, ignoring Wang Feng for a while and looking at Tang San and said, "Register here yourself, these teachers will tell you what to do. I'll go first, I'll find you later."

Tang San said respectfully, "Goodbye, teacher."

The master smiled, touched his head, glanced at Wang Feng, and thought to himself about his martial spirit, then turned and left.

Yu Xiaogang, who walked out of the office to the dormitory, was a little puzzled. He found that the students on the roadside were paying more attention to him.

Could it be that these students are all his admirers? It should be, otherwise they wouldn't look at themselves so adoringly, and it makes sense to think about it this way.

After registering, Director Su was very interested in what Tang San called Grandmaster, "Little boy, your name is Grandmaster? He's not a teacher in our academy."

"But he's my teacher." Tang San said.

"You have taken the master as your teacher!" Director Su was a little surprised. After seeing the proofs of the two, he became even more surprised, "You are all born with soul power!!"

"Unfortunately, the martial spirit is blue silver grass. Hey, this martial spirit is green light? This is the first time I have seen such a martial spirit."

Green light, Director Su thought about the master's change of style and hair color just now, will it have something to do with this green light martial arts?

This is a student who deserves to be cultivated well.

Director Su looked at Wang Feng with a sexy expression on his face.

"I didn't expect that the master would accept a disciple, but would still accept a waste spirit like the Blue Silver Grass as a disciple."

"Well, they're quite a match."

Director Su glared at the male teacher who was talking: "Don't talk about Grandmaster like that, he is an "invincible" existence in martial arts." After speaking, he handed Tang San and Wang Feng some free items. Let the two go to Qishe.

"Invincible, the master is indeed 'invincible', but it is theoretically invincible. Of course, his theories must become reality. Director, I still remember the master's statement about the top ten core competencies of martial arts. That's ridiculous. By the way, he often said that there are no trash spirits, only trash spirit masters, right? Isn't this a joke?"

Tang San always had a calm expression on his face, disdainful of these people's words.

His teacher is a waste, a person who can see that he is a twin spirit from the martial arts hall, how can he be a waste, a group of frogs at the bottom of the well, not worth his anger.

But this Wang Feng, thinking of the green hair on the teacher's head, Tang San looked at Wang Feng.

He recalled, he remembered that the teacher was pulling Wang Feng's hand, and it turned green when he was apprenticing.

Is this a poison? It shouldn't be, he didn't feel any signs of poisoning on the teacher.

Although suspicious, he has no evidence and can only put his thoughts away.