The evil god of Douluo wants to take me away

Chapter 11
Registration is very simple.

The two left the Academic Affairs Office, walked through the corridor and the woods to the dormitory area.

There is only one dormitory building in Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy, because there are very few people who can become soul masters, and there are not many students in the entire Junior Academy, so one dormitory building is enough.

There are seven dormitories for students, among which dormitories [-] to [-] are for students in grades [-] to [-], and there is one dormitory for each grade, except for work-study students.

Because all the work-study students live in Qishe.

Work-study students do not need to pay tuition fees, so naturally they cannot be treated the same as ordinary students. After all, the college is not a philanthropic hall. Tuition fees are waived. If you are allowed to enjoy the same treatment as ordinary students, isn’t it unfair to those students who pay tuition fees?

Although the work-study students in the sixth grade live in one dormitory, but because there are not many work-study students, it does not appear crowded, but rather relaxed.

Su Chang'an and Tang San had just walked to the door of Qishe when they heard the noise coming from inside. Looking at the spacious room, there were fifty beds in total, but only eleven beds had mattresses.

The people playing in the room quickly noticed Su Changan and Tang San, and stopped fighting.

"A new working student?"

A teenager who looked to be around twelve or thirteen years old came over, his figure was bigger than ordinary kids, and he looked at Su Changan and Tang San somewhat condescendingly.

Tang San looked at the burly young man in front of him curiously, with a kind smile on his face, he said with a smile: "Hello, I'm a work-study student from Holy Soul Village."

Su Changan smiled and didn't say anything. Looking at the scene in front of him, he naturally knew what would happen next.

"My name is Wang Sheng, and the martial soul is Zhanhu. The future war soul master is also the leader here. Boy, what's your name? What is martial soul?" Wang Sheng said, with a look of pride in his face, Battle soul masters can be said to be the most powerful existence among soul masters.

"My name is Tang San, and my spirit is Blue Silver Grass."

"Blue Silver Grass? When will the Blue Silver Grass Wuhun be able to cultivate?"

When Wang Sheng heard the words, his expression was full of astonishment. The other children in the dormitory were stunned for a moment when they heard the words, and then they all burst into laughter, looking at Tang San as if they were looking at an idiot.

Tang San didn't get angry, with a smile still on his face, he said: "Please let me go?"

Now that he is no longer Xiaobai, he has a preliminary understanding of martial arts, and knows that the blue silver grass martial soul is the bottom of the martial arts, and is recognized as a useless martial soul, but he doesn't care. He believes that even if it is blue Silver Grass Wuhun, he can also make Blue Silver Grass Wuhun the most powerful Wuhun in the world.

Wang Sheng ignored Tang San's words, and said: "Little Sanzi, I am the boss here, you will listen to me in the future, do you understand?"

Then he looked at Su Changan next to him, and said, "What's your name, and what is your martial spirit?"

Su Chang'an said with a smile: "Su Chang'an, the Golden Ring of Martial Soul."

"Golden Ring?"

Wang Sheng looked thoughtful, he didn't just enter the academy, he has studied in the academy for a few years, and he knows the basics of martial arts, he said: "The golden ring has no blade and lacks attack power, but it is much higher than the blue silver grass. "

But at this time, the smile on Tang San's face was gone, but he was not because of his own martial spirit, but because of Wang Sheng's title, the title of 'Little Sanzi' is what elders call juniors.

In addition, he clearly felt that the young man named Wang Sheng in front of him wanted to give him a newcomer a blow.

Wang Sheng saw Tang San's immature face darken, and a smile appeared on his face, he raised his hand and pushed Tang San's shoulder, and said with a smile: "I'll just call you little three, what's wrong? Not convinced?"

Tang San smiled, and shook his head lightly, although he didn't want to fight with the child, but the other party bullied him, he didn't mind teaching the other party a lesson, so that the other party could experience the cruelty of society.

Su Changan walked by, came to an empty bed, and sat down directly, as if watching a play. Although he knew the final outcome, the most important thing in watching a play is to watch the process, not the result.

Tang San put the school uniform in his hand on a bed next to him, then turned around, disappeared from the spot, and appeared behind Wang Sheng.

Before Wang Sheng could react, he had already fallen and staggered out of the door of the dormitory. Fortunately, his strength was good, and his foot strength was very stable, so he didn't fall directly to the ground.

"Brat, do you dare to attack me?"

Wang Sheng was furious, turned around, and rushed towards Tang San like a tiger descending a mountain.

Tang San's face was calm, he didn't dodge, but stepped out one step, came to Wang Sheng, drew his left hand, and around the right hand, used the technique of controlling the crane and catching the dragon, directly threw Wang Sheng out.

"boom."

Wang Sheng threw himself on a bed in embarrassment.

"Roar."

Wang Sheng let out a roar, obviously he was irritated, a faint radiance exuded from his body, giving people a terrible sense of oppression, and he jumped up from the bed.

Now Wang Sheng activated his martial soul. Although he did not display the martial soul possession, with the help of the martial soul's power, his strength and speed were greatly improved.

Tang San's expression is still very calm, although he is very young now, it is difficult to match Wang Sheng in strength, but fighting is not just relying on strength.

Four or two thousand pounds.

Tang San dispelled Wang Sheng's power by virtue of ingenious moves. This method is very difficult for ordinary people to do, because it needs to be completed between lightning and flint, and at the same time, it needs a keen insight into the trajectory of Wang Sheng's punches. .

But Tang San was different, he cultivated the Purple Demon Eye, he had extremely strong insight, and his control over his own power was far beyond ordinary people.

"This little guy is not simple. Such an exquisite power control is not something a child can possess at all. He is simply an old monster," the voice of the evil god sounded in Su Changan's mind.

Su Chang'an didn't answer. Although Tang San looked like a child, the other party with the memory of his previous life couldn't be regarded as a normal child at all.

Of course, so did he.

Soon, the outcome was decided.

The winner is Tang San.

Tang San was not happy because he defeated Wang Sheng, his expression was very calm from the beginning to the end, picked up his school uniform, and said: "Can you get out of the way now?"

Seeing Tang San approaching him, Wang Sheng subconsciously dodged out of the way, not daring to block the opponent's way.

Tang San chose a bed not far from the door, and put his school uniform on it.

Wang Sheng looked at Tang San, with fear in his eyes, but he still mustered up the courage to ask tentatively: "Little, oh, no, Tang San, did you use a soul skill just now?"

"Soul skill?"

Tang San shook his head, it was not the first time he had heard of this term, and asked: "What is a soul skill?"

Wang Sheng was very surprised when he heard the words, he didn't think that Tang San didn't know the soul skills, and explained: "Soul skills are the skills used by martial soul, but, your martial soul is really blue silver grass?"

The blue silver grass is recognized as a useless martial soul, how a person with blue silver grass can defeat him who has a beast martial soul, this makes him puzzled.

Tang San didn't explain, but raised his right hand, a light blue light appeared on his hand, and then a blue silver grass appeared in his palm.

(End of this chapter)