Douluo Dalu: I am a supporting role

When the three of them arrived at the gate of the college, they were immediately killed by the young man guarding the gate.

"What are you doing? Is this a place where you country folk can come?"

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

The concierge frowned and said with some trepidation: "Can a golden phoenix still emerge from a grass nest? Is there someone with soul power in a small village? You are not fakes, are you?"

A trace 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 Palace, and handed it to the concierge.

The concierge proved the result and looked up and down, "Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass, is it still full of innate soul power? It's funny, the useless martial spirit is still innately full of soul power. I think this certificate from the Spirit Hall is a forgery."

Old Jack could no longer bear it at this time. He said: "You are deliberately making things difficult. Okay, you wait, I will go find the deacon of Wuhun Hall. Xiaosan, Xiaofeng, let's go." He turned around and walked towards the city. At this time, the concierge was also a little panicked. He naturally knew that this proved to be true, but most people would take some money to show their appreciation when they came in. Old Jack rarely comes to Notting City, so naturally he doesn't understand. If it were to cause trouble in the Wuhun Hall at this time, it would be difficult for him to do it himself. I feel depressed. road:

"Returning the Saint Soul Village, I think it's more like a beggar's village."

"What did you say?" Old Jack turned around suddenly and stared at the concierge.

The concierge was startled by Old Jack who suddenly turned around. But he reacted quickly. Even more angry, he said: "Why, you are not convinced. I said you came from a beggar's village. Is it wrong? Look at your clothes, you are worse than beggars. We at Notting College are not a charity. Get out of here, get out of here!" Get out." He said, ready to push Old Jack's chest.

Ye Feng saw Tang San preparing to take action and stepped forward to stop him. He said: "Xiao San, let me come." He kicked him out.

Before the concierge could react, his body had already flown backwards, lying on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, with two broken ribs, and fell to the ground howling in pain. Ye Feng stepped forward, preparing to drag him over to apologize to Old Jack.

At this time, a hoarse voice suddenly came: "Old sir, can you prove to me the Wuhun Palace?"

When the concierge saw the person coming, he endured the pain and stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Master, you are back."

The person who came was none other than Yu Xiaogang. Known as a master.

The master glanced at the concierge lightly and said: "This is the first and last time. If you do it again, you don't need to stay."

The concierge broke out in a cold sweat and quickly moved his legs aside.

The master turned to look at Old Jack.

When Old Jack saw the concierge calling him Master, he felt that the Master's status was extraordinary. Handed the proof to the master.

The master looked at the certificate and smiled. He said to Old Jack: "It proves that it is true, old sir. I apologize to you on behalf of the college for what happened just now."

Old Jack did not expect that the master would apologize to him, and his vanity was greatly satisfied. He quickly shook his hands and was excited for a long time. Then he said: "These two children will trouble you." After saying that, he walked out of the door.

The master looked at Ye Feng and said, "Are you Tang San?"

Ye Feng knew that his move had been seen by the master, so he asked this question. He bowed and said: "Master, you have admitted your mistake. I am Ye Feng, and he is Tang San." He pointed in Tang San's direction.

A hint of surprise flashed in the master's eyes, and he said, "Oh?" The master glanced at Tang San. Then he said: "Show me your proof."

Ye Feng said: "Master, I have not awakened my martial soul. The deacon of the Wuhun Hall said that I have a useless body and my talent is too poor to awaken my martial soul. Of course there is no proof."

The master said: "I see you just used your soul power, how come you don't have a martial soul? Could it be the original martial soul? It's not like the deacon can't tell it."

Ye Feng said: "I can indeed use soul power."

The master thought for a long time and said: "There is no martial soul, but there is soul power. Weird, weird." After thinking for a long time, he shook his head helplessly. Then he said: "Come with me, I will take you to go through the admission procedures."

"Teacher, thank you." Tang San saluted the master.

The master was stunned. He looked at Tang San and said, "Teacher? I'm not a teacher in the academy."

"Not a teacher? Didn't you just say you represent the academy?" Tang San was confused.

"Who said that only teachers from the college can represent the college." The master smiled.

"Then you must be the dean or the leader of the college."

The master smiled and said: "You are a smart boy. But you still guessed wrong. I am just a passer-by here eating and drinking. Just call me master like others. The meanings of master and teacher are very different, unless..."

Speaking of this, his eyes suddenly glowed with burning light. Staring at Tang San, he said, "Unless you really worship me as your teacher and become my disciple."

Tang San said: "Then can you teach me how to cultivate martial arts?"

The master stopped and said, "Then are you willing?"

Tang San didn't answer directly, staring at the master intently, thinking.