Douluo: My martial spirit is Suona

Master: "Hahaha, that's good. After all, if you haven't really seen it before, who can guess it? At most, it's just a different way of guessing!"

"And I deduced it from looking at the list of available students. Your martial spirit on it is Blue Silver Grass."

"I have investigated more than 670 people with the Blue Silver Grass martial spirit. Among them, only [-] have soul power, less than [-]%! And none of them have more than first-level soul power!"

"According to one of the ten core competitivenesses of martial arts that I have studied, innate soul power is directly proportional to the quality of the martial spirit. Blue Silver Grass obviously does not meet the requirements, so there must be another martial spirit in your body!"

"Of course, I know you want to say that it is a special case, everything is a special case. Your Blue Silver Grass is obviously not a special case. In the past hundred years of the two empires, only two twin martial souls have appeared, but there are nineteen who are born with full soul power. One is not a powerful existence, and has even reached the realm of a great soul master!"

"Four of them are not of noble origin, but they also possess innate soul power. In this case, it is because of the mutated martial soul. But your Blue Silver Grass does not have a mutated martial soul, so I am sure that you have Twin martial souls!"

After the master finished speaking, he looked at Tang San.

Tang San was stunned on the spot after hearing these words.

Then after Tang San calmed down, he knelt down and said, "I will perform the apprenticeship ceremony here today."

Then he knocked his head on the ground, making a lot of noise. It can be imagined that the force was relatively heavy.

Soon after, the master helped Tang San up.

Tang San, who was helped up by the master, turned to ask Xiang Zheng. Si Tu Yueming, who was standing nearby and watching, said: "Brother Ming, do you want to also become your master? I think it will definitely help us." Those who practice martial arts."

"Me? I don't want it, right?"

Si Tu Yueming pointed at himself, then shook his head and said.

"Why? I think that the master's theoretical foundation and profound knowledge can help us avoid many detours on the road of cultivation, and we can cultivate to a higher level effectively and correctly. This is a benefit without any harm. What a matter!"

There was a lot of confusion and doubt in Tang San's words.

"Well, my martial soul is really special. The method of cultivation is different from that of a normal soul. Although I also know that the master is very knowledgeable, I feel that a person's knowledge has reached a very high level in one place. level, but it does not mean that he can reach the same level in other fields."

"Hey! Indeed, maybe my method is not suitable for your practice. What a pity." The master nodded, then sighed, and said with some regret.

Seeing this, Tang San spoke: "Brother Ming, I think that even if your cultivation method may be a little different from ours, some basic knowledge about martial soul cultivation should be closely related, even if it is difficult to point out a correct path for you in the future. , but I believe that the master should be able to lay a relatively good foundation for you."

"No need, I have my own plans, this is not my ambition, and the master can only teach me so much. I can still understand it in the academy, so I think it is really not necessary."

Tang San was about to say something more when he was interrupted by the master.

Master: "Well, since he doesn't want to be a mistress, you don't have to persuade him too much. After all, everyone has his own ambitions. It's useless to persuade him if he doesn't have this ambition. Then I will find some suitable teachers for you later. After all, you He is also born with full soul power and needs to hunt soul beasts to obtain soul rings."

"No, I want to hunt the soul beast by myself."

The master couldn't help but frowned after hearing Si Tu Yueming's words.

"The soul beast is very powerful. You are still weak now, so don't act blindly."

Tang San: "Yes! Brother Ming."

"I have my way."

"Well, in that case, let's forget it, right? Then I will take you two to the Academic Affairs Office to register as students, receive school uniforms, and allocate dormitories."

The two men nodded and followed.

After entering the Academic Affairs Office, he came out quickly, and there was no fight during the period. After all, money can make ghosts grind shiny gold soul coins. Isn't that better than fists?

When a few people almost got into an argument, Si Tu Yueming showed a few gold soul coins and waved them in front of the eyes of those in the Academic Affairs Office, and they fell silent instantly.

After finishing the matter quickly, several people walked out of the Academic Affairs Office.

Before leaving the Academic Affairs Office, Si Tu Yueming threw a few gold soul coins over and saw those people, who seemed very happy.

Then Dan said: "You go to the dormitory first. We will talk later. I will go get you some things first."

Si Tu Yueming and Tang San said in unison: "Okay."

Then the two of them walked thinking about the location of the dormitory.

Zuo walked to the door of the seventh house, pointed and said: "Xiaosan, this is right here."

Tang San nodded, seeing that Tang Zuo didn't go in, he walked to the door and asked: "Brother, why don't you go in?"

How could Si Tu Yueming, who had read the original work, not know the tricks in it? He didn't want to get into such trouble.

Si Tu Yueming made an inviting gesture to let Tang San in.

Tang San opened the door suspiciously.

As soon as the door of the dormitory was opened, a super invincible Athlete's Foot rushed over, heading straight for Tang San's door.

How could Tang San who had practiced Xuan Tian Kung be beaten for not dodging in time?

Tang San grabbed the man's leg, swung it forward, and the man flew out directly.

Others in the dormitory let out a gasp.

"Boss Wang Sheng was...killed instantly?"

"Yes... yes."

Si Tu Yueming felt bored, and he didn't know what he thought of such a boring trick.

Wang Sheng stood up with difficulty, walked in front of Tang San, and said with a smile on his face: "You will be our boss from now on."

Tang San shook his head, firstly because he was not interested in this, and secondly because Si Tu Yueming was stronger than him, so no matter what, it would not be his turn. After all, he already had a soul ring and had reached the level of a soul master. realm.

Tang San pointed his hand backwards.

"He is my brother, he is many times more powerful than me."

Hearing this, Si Tu Yueming felt helpless. Why did he, a mistress, betray him?

Si Tu Yueming made up his mind that if Tang San was causing trouble for him, he would snatch Xiao Wu away from him and let him die alone.

amount……

It seems that there is also Qian Renxue.

But this is just thinking about it, Tang Zuo is not interested in these two people at all, one is a soul beast, and the other is a saint of Wuhun Temple, what a mess.

Si Tu Yueming sat down in an extremely handsome posture under the adoring gazes of Wang Sheng and others. He sighed, waved his hands and said, "I don't deserve to be the boss, let me be the third son."

Tang San's throwing the pot failed.

"That... Big brother, can you let me see your strength?"

There was a little excitement and anticipation in Wang Sheng's voice.

Si Tu Yueming walked to the window, pointed at the hole in front of the school gate that had just been dented by the coffin of his own soul bone, and said.

"see it?"

Wang Sheng and the others nodded fiercely.

"I did."

After that, Si Tu Yueming walked to the bed and lay down without looking back.

Wang Sheng looked at Tang San with proving eyes, seeing Tang San nodded, his eyes widened.

"And I'm not very strong, just average."

Si Tu Yueming, who was lying on the bed, said casually after meeting the young master.

Now that I looked at the thin young man on the bed, I looked at the door and dug into the hole.

There seemed to be tens of thousands of grass and mud horses galloping past in their hearts. (?yan?╬)

There is the same idea flashing in the minds of several people

"You call this not strong, you call this average. Why, when did the demands of ordinary people become so high-end? Then what kind of waste are we? It seems that we are indeed in comparison."