Guardian of Douluo

    Old Jack frowned, but he still held back his anger and said with a smile: "This little brother, we are from Holy Soul Village, these two children are working students sent by our village this year. Look, what formalities do we need to go through?"

      Born. You can't be fakes, right?"

    There was a flash of anger in Old Jack's eyes, but he still swallowed his breath and took out the certificate issued by Su Yuntao, the deacon of the Spirit Hall last time, and handed it to the concierge.

    The concierge took the certificate and looked up and down, "Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass? Martial Soul Blue Silver Umbrella, are all innately full of soul power? Funny, this is really a big joke. I I have also worked as a concierge in the academy for four years. I have never heard of a student who is innately full of soul power, let alone a grass and an umbrella. Can this be full of soul power? I think, these two martial arts The proof of the Soul Palace must be forged by you."

    "You..." No matter how good-tempered Jack is, he can't bear it anymore, "You are deliberately making things difficult. Okay, wait, I'll find the deacon of the Wuhun branch hall. Sir, go. Little San, Xiao Nian, let's go." After speaking, Jack turned around with Tang San and walked into the city.

      However, people who come to send new students are generally a little more interesting, especially commoner families. The so-called King of Hell is better, and the devil is difficult to deal with is the truth. Old Jack was born in a village. Although he was a village chief, how could he understand these things.

    The concierge was somewhat uneasy. If the people from the Spirit Hall really came, he would not be able to bear it. Of course, he also believed that the people from the Spirit Hall would never do it for such two things. A hillbilly came to the academy to ask questions. Depressed in my heart, the words in my mouth are naturally unpleasant, "Returning to the Holy Spirit Village, I think the Beggar Village is almost the same. The old beggar brought two little beggars, I really thought that this place is a place that you can enter casually. Don't look at your own poverty. Sample."

    "What did you say?" Old Jack turned around abruptly. The porter's words touched the greatest pride in his heart. Back then, he was able to turn against Tang Hao because of this. People outside the village made him even more unbearable.

    I walked back in a few steps, glaring at the porter. The concierge was startled by the menacing old Jack, and couldn't help but take a step back, but he quickly reacted and cursed himself inwardly. "What? I'm not convinced. Is it wrong to say that you are from the beggar's village? Look at these two little poor people. Their clothes are all patches. I think you should find a place to beg. We Notting College is not a good hall." Suddenly, he saw the guqin that Tang Nian was carrying, because it was covered with a layer of cloth, he didn't know what it was, although they didn't look like rich people, But looking at that piece of money, even if it's not that good, you can change it for one or two dollars, roll your eyes, and say in your mouth, "Wait a minute, this kid is carrying something on his back, you can't steal it, right? , put the things down, I'll give them to the city guards, and then you can get out." As he spoke, the concierge raised his left hand and grabbed at Tang Nian's back, trying to **** the things over.

    When the concierge insulted the village, Tang Nian was a little angry, after all, it was the place where they lived for so many years. Now the concierge actually wants to **** Tang Nian's piano. Yes, no one can save the ant's nest.

    Just when his left hand was about to reach Tang Nian, Tang Nian also stretched out his left hand and pushed the doorman's left hand to the right to swing it away, then Tang San took a step to the left, the sole of his left foot He stood behind the doorman's left foot, raised his right hand at the same time, and held the doorman's hand down with Tang Nian. The body leans forward at the same time, and pushes forward with both hands while throwing off the left hand of the door. Just pushed it in the lower abdomen of the doorman. The concierge has an extra foot behind his left foot. Although the foot is not big, it is enough to achieve the desired effect. The lower abdomen is stressed, and there is a stir under the foot. With only a normal sound, the concierge has fallen to the ground. Before he could go on, Tang Nian saw a few sharp pebbles on the side of the road. He secretly stretched out his foot and kicked it. The sharp point was right on the doorman's butt. Suddenly, the doorman who had just fallen jumped up, " Ahhh! My ass."

    "Little San Xiaonian, you..." Looking at the shouting porter, Jack was stunned.

      Although the Tang trio are not big, their strength is definitely not small. The hammer of the past few months has not been swung in vain, even if the Xuan Tian Gong is not used, it still knocks the doorman down. However, the most lethal stone is that small stone. Looking at the posture of the concierge, you can know that it is hurting now.

    "What are you yelling about?" At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded, causing the porter to stop. The concierge was stunned for a moment, and then, he seemed to quickly forget the pain, and quickly showed a flattering smile. Unfortunately, the gruff grin is really ugly.

    He nodded to the person who came and said, "Master, you are back."

    Tang San and Tang Nian turned to look, only to see a medium-sized, slightly thin man who had come to their side. It seems that this person is about forty or fifty years old, with short black hair that is separated into three and seven, and his appearance is very ordinary.

    The 'Master' just slanted the doorman, ignored him, and said to Old Jack: "Old Sir, can you show me the proof of Spirit Hall?" After all, Old Jack is a villager From a long background, it is still good to observe words and expressions. From the expression of the concierge, it can be seen that this middle-aged person in front of him is definitely not low in the academy, not to mention that the title of master is there. He quickly handed over the certificate in his hand.

    The master looked at the proof, then shifted his gaze to the two standing together, looked them up and down, for some reason, although the master's eyes were not sharp, Tang San had a A transparent feeling of being seen. Tang Nian was even more so, the hair on his body exploded, and he worked hard for a long time to keep himself from making a pre-attack.

    "The proof is true, old man, I apologize to you on behalf of the college for what happened just now. Leave these two children to me."