Start with Douluo: Martial Soul is a Light

Yu Xiaogang, who accepted Tang San as his disciple, was overjoyed and turned to look at Wang Feng.

The meaning is obvious.

Tang San is so sensible, why don't you kneel down and kowtow to acknowledge your father.

Seeing the green-headed Yu Xiaogang looking at him, Wang Feng suppressed a smile and turned his head.

It is absolutely impossible for him to kneel down and recognize Yu Xiaogang as his father.

What's more, looking at the green-headed Yu Xiaogang now, he was afraid that he would not be able to stop laughing.

Seeing this, Grandmaster frowned slightly, although Wang Feng refused to kneel and kowtow like Tang San, it was nothing.

But what do you mean by turning your head? Every now and then he let out a weird laugh.

What Wang Feng is doing now makes him compare Wang Feng with Tang San. No matter how you compare, obedient Tang San is much better than him.

"So my guess is correct, Xiao San, you are a twin martial spirit, Wang Feng, you are a mutant martial spirit."

Although Wang Feng did not ask him to be his teacher for the first time, he did not hold on, but spoke gently.

As for Wang Feng, this mutant martial spirit with innate soul power, he naturally wanted to accept it as a disciple. After all, experimenting with his theory, there will always be surprises. If you accept one more apprentice, you will have one more protection.

"Yes, teacher."

Tang San has now taken the master as his teacher, and is convinced by the knowledge he just showed, naturally he has no reservations.

While speaking, Tang San looked at the teacher's head again and found that it was still green. I can't help thinking: Why did the teacher have black hair just now, and then turned green after he finished worshiping the teacher? Could it really be the spirit of the teacher? However, the teacher's green hair is also very beautiful. He looks much more energetic than before.

"Master, I'm not a mutant spirit, my spirit is a waste spirit." Seeing Yu Xiaogang looking at him, Wang Feng shook his head and said.

The current Wang Feng was a little disappointed. He thought that he could use Yu Xiaogang to test Luyuan's ability, but who knew that it would only make his hair green and not have any other effect.

It seems that the great effect of this green source will not be tested for a while.

"What, not a mutant spirit? How is this possible?"

Hearing Wang Feng's words, Yu Xiaogang suddenly exclaimed.

According to his theoretical guess, Wang Feng is the mutant spirit. How could it not be.

Then, Yu Xiaogang thought of something, and praised: "Wang Feng, you don't have to worry, as your teacher, I will naturally not be against you."

Some students are afraid that the teacher will be disadvantageous to the students and like to hide their clumsiness. Yu Xiaogang also understands.

"No, I really am not a mutant spirit. People in the Spirit Hall have said that my spirit is a waste spirit, and they also say that I am destined to not become a spirit master, and I will be a waste all my life."

Looking at Yu Xiaogang, Wang Feng sighed.

"There are no wasteful spirits, only wasteful soul masters."

Yu Xiaogang showed off, then picked up Wang Feng's report and read it again.

Whoever believes this is a fool.

I can't break through level 30 yet. Isn't that saying you're trash? Wang Feng groaned in his heart.

"There are no wasteful spirits, only wasteful spirit masters!" Tang San on the side was different from Wang Feng, chewing those words carefully, looking at his master again in surprise, he really worshipped the right master. With such an opinion, it seems that the teacher he worships is also a strong man. Could it be the legendary Soul Saint powerhouse? Tang San looked at Yu Xiaogang, with adoration in his eyes.

"Martial soul, green light, innately full of soul power, my theory is absolutely correct, summon your martial soul and let me take a look."

Yu Xiaogang believed that his theory was right and could not be wrong. He wanted to see if Wang Feng's martial spirit was really mutated. If not, then he will have to consider whether to accept Wang Feng as a disciple.

"Green light, green light, green to the point of panic."

Since Yu Xiaogang wanted to slap his face, Wang Feng would not refuse, and directly summoned his martial spirit. However, this spell made him a little helpless.

A seemingly faint but unfathomable green light group appeared in Wang Feng's hand.

"Well, it's really just a green light with no mutation?"

"But I've never seen a top-level martial spirit like Green Light? How can it be innately full of spirit power?"

"Master, I didn't lie to you, my martial spirit really hasn't mutated."

Wang Feng's words made Yu Xiaogang a little embarrassed. He checked again and again and found that his martial spirit really did not mutate.

Tang San looked at the somewhat embarrassed master and didn't pay much attention. After all, people stumble and horses stumble.

What surprised him was that he found that the green light group in Wang Feng's hand was exactly the same color as his teacher's head.

"Cough...cough, Wang Feng, your martial spirit is indeed not mutated. So...I'll take you to report first."

He made a mistake in judgment, and now he is a little embarrassed, so he directly uses the transfer method.

Although Wang Feng is not accepted as a disciple now, as long as Wang Feng is still at Notting College, and with his knowledge, he can show some profound knowledge and insights. In the future, there will be more opportunities for him to kowtow and recognize his father.

This little guinea pig...no...proves the disciple who tested his theory, he has accepted it.

"Hey, why is this person green on his head?"

"I don't know, maybe he likes green."

"This color matches him very well."

"Well, indeed. It looks very spirited."

Walking on the road of Notting College, some pedestrians were amazed when they saw Yu Xiaogang's hair color.

Yu Xiaogang didn't pay much attention to it. His hair was not green, and he was not talking about him. What's more, these people are just ordinary people, and they are not worthy of his attention.

Tang San followed behind, looking like he wanted to say something but stopped, but he still couldn't say anything, instead he rolled his eyes at Wang Feng. He suspected that the green on the teacher's head was the hand of Wang Feng. But there is no evidence.

Wang Feng directly ignored Tang San, he found that Yu Xiaogang's hair color now matched him.

When he came to the Academic Affairs Office, the master put the certificate on the table and said, "Director Su, this is a work-study student sent by Wangjiacun and Holy Soul Village this year. Please help him to register."

When Director Su heard the words, he, who was originally smiling, was stunned when he saw the green hair on the master's head.

"What's the matter? Why are you looking at me like this?"

Yu Xiaogang looked at Director Su suspiciously, what kind of eyes did he look at, admiring himself? Thinking about it, it should be.

"No... nothing, I didn't expect you to be Master here, rare guest! Sit down for a while."

Director Su thought that the master wanted to change his style, but he didn't think too much about it. After all, everyone has a favorite hair color. However, he found that the master who changed his hair color was much more energetic.

The master shook his head, ignored Wang Feng for a while and looked at Tang San and said, "Register here yourself, these teachers will tell you what to do. I'll go first, I'll find you later."

Tang San said respectfully, "Goodbye, teacher."

The master smiled, touched his head, glanced at Wang Feng, and thought to himself about his martial spirit, then turned and left.

Yu Xiaogang, who walked out of the office to the dormitory, was a little puzzled. He found that the students on the side of the road were paying more attention to him.

Could it be that these students are all his admirers? It should be, otherwise they wouldn't look at themselves so adoringly, and it makes sense to think about it this way.

After registering, Director Su was very interested in what Tang San called Master, "Little boy, your name is Master Teacher? He's not a teacher in our academy."

"But he is my teacher." Tang San said.

"You have worshipped the master as your teacher!" Director Su was a little surprised. After reading the proofs of the two, he became even more surprised. "You are all innately full of soul power!"

"It's a pity, the martial spirit is blue silver grass. Hey, this martial spirit is green light? This is the first time I have seen such a martial spirit."

Luguang, Director Su thought about the master's change of style and hair color just now, will it have something to do with the Greenlight Martial Spirit?

This is a student who deserves to be cultivated well.

Director Su looked at Wang Feng with a **** expression on his face.

"I didn't expect that Grandmaster would accept a disciple too, so he would still accept an abandoned martial spirit like Blue Silver Grass as a disciple."

"Well, they are quite a match."

Director Su glared at the male teacher who spoke: "Don't talk about the master like that, he is an "invincible" existence in martial arts." After speaking, he handed Tang San and Wang Feng some free items. Let the two go to Qishe.

"Invincible, the master is indeed 'invincible', but it is theoretically invincible. Of course, it is necessary that his theories become reality. Director, I still remember the master's statement about the top ten core competencies of martial arts. That's ridiculous. By the way, he often said that there are no trash spirits, only trash spirit masters, right? Isn't this a joke?"

Tang San always had a calm expression on his face, full of disdain for these people's words.

His teacher is a waste. A person who can see that he is a twin martial arts from the martial arts hall, how can he be a waste, a group of frogs at the bottom of the well, it is not worth his anger.

But this Wang Feng, thinking of the green hair on the teacher's head, Tang San looked at Wang Feng.

He recalled, he remembered that the teacher was holding Wang Feng's hand, and it turned green when he was apprenticing.

Is this a poison? It shouldn't be, he didn't feel any signs of poisoning on the teacher.

Although he was suspicious, he had no evidence and could only put his thoughts away.

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