Douluo is invincible from picking up attributes

Chapter 7, The Master Appears

After the old man finished speaking, he seemed to think of something again, and then said: "If you ask the dean, master, you can say that it is my decision. There is no need to stop it, just teach He six lessons. That child still It's pretty good, when I sign up later, I would like to ask Director Su to go and ask in person." The old man added.

"Yes, Dean." The old man called Director Su nodded quickly in agreement.

Mu Chen's hands were sore from the beating, so he stopped.

In the end, he simply released the sickle and hung it around He Liu's neck.

"Tell you, if you dare to bully people again in the future, I will cut off your head directly."

"Stop!" Just then, a hoarse male voice came from outside the door.

"Ding! Pick it up successfully, the host's soul power +1."

Letting go of He Liu, Mu Chen gave the system a pick-up command first, and then looked for the reputation.

I saw that a man of medium height and slightly thin body had come to them at some time.

The man looked about 50 to [-] years old, with his hands behind his back, short black hair, and a black gown.Although the appearance is very ordinary, but there is a special temperament on the body, and the brows are slightly decadent.

Judging by his appearance and clothes, this person should be the master——Yu Xiaogang, the man Bibi Dong once liked, this image and appearance can't match her at all!Mu Chen was gossiping in his heart.

At this time, He Liu also got up from the ground, shook his swollen head like a pig's head twice, rubbed a pair of panda eyes, and saw who was coming.

He rushed over at once, and kept shouting: "Uncle, uncle, you have to make the decision for me..."

The man glared at He Liu, which made him shrink back in fright, swallowed back what he wanted to say next, and looked at the man with some doubts.

The master turned out to be his uncle, the master or the dean?Could it be that this person, isn't he a master?
"Son, can you prove your soul power to me?" Just when he was puzzled, the man asked.

Muchen took out the certificate and handed it over.

"Muchen, martial soul sickle, soul power level three." The man murmured.

The man was the master Yu Xiaogang. When he saw Mu Chen's speed just now, he was secretly startled. His nephew's soul power was level [-], and his martial soul was Fengbabo, who was good at speed. Although the first soul ring came from ten Nian Nether Wolf, but it is only a little short of soul skills, and the speed of a single round is still few people can match, and this child named Mu Chen is even faster than him.

Besides, He Liu's soul power is at level [-], and this kid is only at level [-]. Even if he is born with full soul power at level [-], he shouldn't be able to beat He Liu so hard that he can only parry but not fight back. This kid It's not easy.

After much deliberation, I couldn't think of the reason, and I didn't find anything special about Mu Chen's martial soul. The master said, "Son, can you let me see your martial soul?"

Mu Chen stretched out his right hand, and the rusty sickle reappeared.

The master looked left and looked again, looked up, and looked down, but he still didn't find anything unusual.

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly remembered that he had read an introduction about a special martial spirit in an ancient book, "When a long-handled scimitar comes out, there is no way out, like a god of death, everything in the world will be broken." .”

Unfortunately, there are no pictures, so I don't know the specific shape.

He kept repeating in his mouth: Isn't the long handle the handle of a sickle?Isn't a machete just a sickle blade?Reaper's Scythe, Reaper's Scythe, that must be this, that's right.

Haha, this time I picked up the treasure, the master was overjoyed. With a mere third-level spirit power, he crushed the twelfth-level He Liu. This is strength. He really is a genius.

If such a genius can be accepted as a disciple, in time, he will definitely be able to surpass Bibi Dong.Big
Master thought of Bibi Dong, and a trace of imperceptible hatred flashed in his eyes.

As for He Liu being beaten, he doesn't care!
He was originally a distant relative of the master, and the main purpose of arranging him to be the concierge was to find suitable disciples for himself.

Who knows that this kid only knows how to make money every day, if he didn't meet such a genius by chance, he would have missed it.

As for the dean, that old man, at worst, if you light up the badge of my Wuhun Temple, it won't scare the old man out of his mind.

The idea of ​​accepting apprentices was decided, and the master was about to speak.

"Uncle is not, Master! This kid broke into the gate of the courtyard, you see?" He Liu came over without winking again.

"Get out! Next time you just pack up and get out." The master said angrily.

He was so scared that he turned and ran away.

He Liu was very depressed, he couldn't figure it out, he usually gave gifts and money to the master, and he would always stand by his side when something happened, why did he meet this kid so abnormal this time.

After driving away He Liu, the master turned around and said to Mu Chen, "Son, I apologize to you on behalf of the academy for what happened just now."

"Yeah!" The master cleared his throat, and then said seriously: "My child, your spirit is not an ordinary sickle. According to my years of experience in studying spirits and spirit rings, it should be a sickle of death. A very powerful weapon spirit."

After listening to the master's words, Mu Chen was a little confused.

I always feel that this statement is a bit strange. Looking at this Wuhun sickle, it does not look like a death sickle.

"With such a powerful martial spirit, his best combination of spirit rings, based on my many years of research experience, should be dark attribute soul beasts, hidden attribute soul beasts, and poison attribute soul beasts."

Speaking of this, he looked at Mu Chen and asked expectantly: "Son, are you willing to worship me as a teacher?"

"Are you the teacher here?" Mu Chen asked knowingly.

"En! No." The master said with a little embarrassment.

"You must be the dean of this college!" Muchen asked the question he wanted to ask the most.

"Cough! Cough! Not at all." The master looked embarrassed, extremely embarrassed.

He thought to himself, this He Liu is talking nonsense as a whole, and he must give him a good lesson later. "

It turned out that He Liu was bragging, Mu Chen suddenly realized.

Looking at the master in front of him, he habitually wondered if there was anything he wanted about the master, and after thinking about it in his heart until Luo Sanpao, Mu Chen became interested.

He knew that the master's own strength was not very good, but the farting martial soul was still interesting.

After making up his mind, he started his plan to pick up Luo Sanpao.

"Then you are?" he asked intentionally.

"I'm just a resident who eats and drinks here. You can also call me Master like everyone else. Everyone here calls me that, and I have even forgotten my own name." The master pretended to be profound Said.

He went on to say: "The certificate of Wuhundian says your name is Mu Chen, right?"

"For so many years, I have devoted myself to the study of martial arts. I have investigated tens of thousands of martial arts. I am confident that no one in the entire continent knows more about martial arts than me. My book "Ten Competitive Powers of Martial Souls" can be called a masterpiece in the history of martial arts. Masterpiece, that's why everyone gave me the title of master." The master said eloquently.

"Are you still unwilling to worship me as a teacher?" The master asked again after bragging about himself.

He firmly believed that after he had said so much, the child should kowtow to his teacher right away.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Mu Chen with a fiery light in his eyes.

"When I went out, my mother told me that I must learn the real skills, and I must worship an expert as a teacher." Mu Chen once again moved out the mother who did not exist in this life.

There were beads of sweat on the master's forehead, which really gave him a problem. From the beginning to the end, he didn't dare to mention his own strength, and he really came to whatever he was afraid of.

"Then what kind of strength do you need to be your master?" the master asked tentatively.

"The strong are teachers, first you need to defeat me. Secondly, and secondly, I haven't figured it out yet," Mu Chen said.

(End of this chapter)