Douluo: Legend of the Ancestral Dragon

　　 Ao Tian who followed behind suddenly paused, turning his head and looking back.

　　On the far corner of the street, a burly figure was shrouded in black robe, staring at Notting College.

　　 Ao Tian also felt a psychic power belonging to Title Douluo radiating from the black robe figure, and swept it through the Notting Academy.

　　 Ao Tian retracted his gaze, and continued to follow the master and Tang San.

　　 He knew that the person staring at them was Tang Hao, the first genius of the Clear Sky School in a hundred years, and the title of the strongman of Clear Sky Douluo.

　　 "Teacher, thank you." Tang San said gratefully.

　　Master lowered his head and smiled: "You are wrong, I am not a teacher at Notting College."

　　 "Didn't you just say that you represent the academy?" Tang San was puzzled.

Master 　　 smiled and shook his head, and said, "It is not necessarily the teacher who can represent the college. I am just a guest here, and others call me Master."

　　 "Then why do they call you a master?"

"Because I have studied martial arts for decades. On the Douluo Continent, in terms of cognition of martial arts, I call it the second, and no one dares to call the first." The master's voice was raised a little higher, and he was invisible. After a glance, he found that Ao Tian was following, and he was a little satisfied.

　　 Originally, according to his temperament, he would not speak so madly.

　　 But today's situation is a little different. He has already made up his mind to accept these two children as disciples.

　　 It's just that the kid behind is a bit awkward, so he can only show his profound knowledge.

　　 It is easy for children to admire powerful people. He behaves a little better. Maybe these two children will obediently worship him as a teacher.

　　 Such a good talent, if taught by other teachers, it would be a misunderstanding and a waste of this peerless talent.

　　 He is the only one who is qualified to be the teacher of these two children and trains these two children to become peerless powerhouses.

　　The master clenched his fists involuntarily. Others called him a master, but he knew that this was just a mockery. Except for the woman of the year, no one recognized his theory and often regarded him as a joke.

　　 He held a breath in his heart. He had been holding it for more than ten years. Today, he finally saw the hope of raising his face.

　　 As long as these two children can be accepted as disciples and used his theories to train them into super powers, then those ignorant who laugh at him will shut their mouths in shame and show no self-confidence.

　　 "Bibi Dong, you didn't even give me the opportunity to explain, one day, my hall will stand upright in front of you..."

　　 Tang San frowned. Master's words, no matter how he listened, he seemed to be bragging.

　　 I dare to say that my knowledge of Wuhun is the first in the mainland, which is too arrogant.

　　 Tang San's soul is already an adult in his thirties, but he is not a six-year-old kid who doesn't understand anything, he is not so foolish.

　　 For a while, some of the goodwill he had just developed towards the master quickly disappeared.

　　 Ao Tian was watching the theater behind, smiling without saying a word.

　　 The three of them walked to the shade of the trees on the side of the road, and the master saw that Tang San and Ao Tian had not spoken, suddenly a little strange.

　　 "Don't you believe it?" he asked.

　　 Tang San pulled out the hand held by the master, and said, "Master, thank you for helping me just now and bringing me in. I think I'm going to report now."

　　Master was stunned, this is not like a six-year-old's reaction, shouldn't it be worshiping him?

　　 He turned his head to look at Ao Tian, ​​only to find that Ao Tian had a faint smile on his face, which seemed to be somewhat mocking.

Seeing that Tang San was about to leave, the master was anxious and said quickly: "Tang San, how can you say, you are also the third twin martial arts soul in the mainland in a hundred years. If you don't get the correct teaching, you will make many detours. It will also waste your great talent."

　　 Tang San, who had just lifted his foot and was about to leave, immediately retracted his foot and turned to look at the master in amazement. He also quietly raised his left hand, ready to launch a fatal blow at any time.

Master 　　 didn't know that he was already standing in front of the ghost gate. He saw Tang San attracted back by his words, and he smiled immediately and said:

　　 "Are you wondering why I knew the secret of your twin martial arts?"

　　 Tang San didn't speak, staring at the master closely, only Ao Tian could feel the killing intent hidden deep in his eyes.

　　 As long as the master shows a trace of evil intentions, Tang San will launch an attack without hesitation. His father told him that the secret of the Clear Sky Hammer must not be revealed.

　　 The location of Tang San Station is very clever. It just used the master to block Ao Tian's eyes from behind. Even if the master is killed, no one will find out that he killed it.

　　 How can a six-year-old kid kill an adult, and this adult is still a spirit master.

Seeing Tang San not speaking, the old master said: "I said that in terms of knowledge of martial arts, no one can compare to me. I can infer that your twin martial arts are only based on your proof. The secret of my life, otherwise I don’t deserve to be called a master."

　　 "I once investigated..."

　　 "According to the ten core competencies of Wuhun that I researched..."

　　The master talked about a lot of professional knowledge, analyzed his own inference, and spoke the truth.

　　 Tang San lowered his arm, his eyes calmed, and said, "There are exceptions to everything, maybe I am the exception outside of your theory?"

The master shook his head: "Impossible. Over the past 100 years, there have been nineteen innate soul powers in Douluo Continent. I have carefully studied all of their martial arts, and they are all powerful souls. And your Blue Silver Grass. Martial souls are very ordinary, and it is impossible for you to meet the conditions of innate full soul power, so I conclude that you must have another powerful martial soul!"

　　 Tang San looked at the master’s gaze, UU reads www.uukanshu. Com gradually became respectful. Suddenly, he took a step back, knelt on his knees with a bang, and slammed his head three times to the master.

　　The master was stunned, not understanding why Tang San suddenly knelt down and kowtow to him.

　　 "What are you doing?" He hurried to pull Tang San.

　　 Tang San looked firm and respectfully exclaimed: "Master, I am willing to learn from you, you can accept me as a disciple."

　　 In just a few minutes, he has been overwhelmed by the master's rich theoretical knowledge, he already has a strong talent, and what he lacks is the knowledge of cultivation.

　　 With such a wise man as his teacher, he will avoid many detours.

　　 Master smiled very satisfied, and pulled Tang San up, saying: "Kowing is the etiquette to worship the emperor and his parents, you just have to bow."

　　 Tang San looked serious, and said, "Being a teacher for one day and a father for life, I should give you this great gift."

　　Master suddenly looked moved, and laughed: "Okay, very good, I really accepted a good disciple."

　　 Tang San also smiled, originally he was still a little confused about the next college life.

　　 Now that I have worshipped the master as a teacher, I suddenly had a direction.

Master 　　 suddenly remembered that there was another little genius, and turned around quickly, looking at Ao Tian expectantly.

　　 Tang San frowned slightly, wondering if it was because of Ao Tian's refusal to show Wuhun to the master before, he didn't like this good-looking child a little.

　　 Regarding the master's desire to accept Ao Tian as a disciple, Tang San also guessed it.

　　 Ao Tian smiled, staring at the master.

　　Master said: "Ao Tian, ​​if you also want to become a powerful soul master, then learn with Tang San and follow me."

　　 Ao Tian shook his head and smiled, and said, "Sorry, I refuse."