"I haven't found an academy willing to accept me yet." Yang Ming showed a wry smile.

Bishop Beskar stroked his long beard, his eyes narrowed slightly, making it difficult to tell from the change in his eyes that he was thinking.

He gently patted the back of Yang Ming's palm and said very intimately:

"In my opinion, an excellent student like you shouldn't be buried, so it's better to be like this."

Bishop Besca seemed to have been prepared, took out a gilded letter of introduction from his bosom, and handed it to Yang Ming.

"Our Martial Spirit Hall has its own special academy in Soto City, if you really can't find any good schools, come to us, we will definitely provide you with the best treatment."

Yang Ming took the letter of introduction, thanked him, and walked off the car.

The wheels turned, carrying the carriage away.

Just as Yang Ming was thinking about whether to really go to the academy opened by the Martial Spirit Palace, the voice of the Black Emperor came to his mind:

"Stinky boy, don't be deceived by that bad old man, this bad old man has a black heart!"

As a powerhouse in the sky, the Black Emperor does not have the slightest autonomy like the King of Fire Demons, and occasionally chats with Yang Ming, and even runs out for a stroll when he is idle.

If there is such a discipline as thick black studies in the world, the Black Emperor is at least the ancestor level of thick black studies, and in its eyes, Bishop Beska's tricks are like children's toys, and they can be seen at a glance.

Yang Ming's heart suddenly rippled, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, and he said:

"What do you mean by that?"

"Tsk." The Black Emperor said arrogantly: "I won't tell you." ”

Yang Ming's face darkened.

Although there are many questions he wants to ask the Black Emperor, Yang Ming also knows that with the temperament of this product, since he doesn't tell himself, no matter how much he asks, it will be in vain.

Yang Ming took a deep breath, he also knew that he didn't have much social experience, maybe he was really fooled by Bishop Besca.

Now after being reminded by the Black Emperor, Yang Ming carefully recalled today's experience and indeed found a lot of unreasonable places.

Why did all the well-known colleges and universities in Soto City refuse to accept him?

If there are two families, it can be understood, but almost all colleges and universities have a unified voice, and there must be demons when things go wrong!

In addition, the timing of Bishop Beska's appearance was too coincidental.

"Black Emperor, you're saying that Bishop Besca is behind all this?"

Yang Ming's doubts naturally did not get a reply from the Black Emperor.

Come to think of it, this is also one of the tests that the Black Emperor will test him.

Until now, Yang Ming has not connected the destruction of the village with Bishop Beska, but in the past few years, both the Wuhun Hall and Bishop Beska have taken good care of him and his grandfather, so he can't afford to have such thoughts at all.

It's like if you have a best friend who usually has a lot of fun, but you would never think that one day, the whole family will be killed by your best friend.

Seeing that it was not early, Yang Ming shook his head, temporarily put down the doubts in his mind, and prepared to find a place to settle down to rest first.

After a while, Yang Ming found a hotel with exquisite decoration.

The hotel has three floors, looks small, and decorates the façade with rose red, which looks like a huge rose from a distance, which is pleasing to the eye and at the same time enhances the grade of the hotel.

"The Rose Hotel?"

Yang Ming remembered that in the original book, it seemed that Tang San and Xiao Wu lived in this hotel.

After a moment of deep groaning in his heart, Yang Minggang wanted to get close to the hotel, but unexpectedly, there was a roar similar to a blast in the hotel.

Rumble!

A puff of dust kicked up, and a strange smell of dust and smoke mixed with roses came from the face.

Yang Ming raised his arm to block to avoid being blown into his eyes by the sand.

At that time, a slightly proud voice came from the hotel.

"Your Blue Silver Grass is indeed good, its tenacity is far beyond my expectations, even my normal soul power can't cut them apart with a single attack."

"But!"

"What I'm using now is my third soul ring skill, White Tiger King Kong Transformation!"

"You don't have any chance of beating me!"

Yang Ming's eyes revealed a red light, and the three-hooked jade writing wheel slowly rotated, and he could see clearly what was happening in the hotel through the layers of smoke and dust.

It turned out that at this moment, Tang San came to the hotel to have a conflict with Dai Mubai, Tang San used the blue silver grass to be despised by others, and at the same time used a clever trick to entangle Dai Mubai, with the exquisite skills of the Tang Sect, he achieved fruitful results in the early stage.

As a result, Dai Mubai gave up his plan to limit his strength and burst out with all his strength.

After the possession of the martial soul white tiger and the skill of using the third soul ring, Dai Mubai's body became extremely burly, the muscles of his whole body seemed to be as hard as a granite sculpture, and the bulging chest muscles even directly burst the clothes on his upper body, revealing the devil's muscles underneath.

The most bizarre thing is that black horizontal stripes appear on his skin, and from a distance, he looks like a tiger man.

A pair of tiger palms that were several circles larger than ordinary people, the hooked claws that popped out of his fingertips flowed with a silver luster, faintly revealing a sharp feeling, Tang San's blue silver grass was easily torn to pieces under his sharp claws.

At the same time, Dai Mubai was bathed in a layer of dazzling golden light, like a god descending from heaven, majestic, a pair of blood-colored eyes revealing a bloodthirsty light, but it was not disgusting at all, but between looking forward to it, it seemed to be a mighty king of beasts, domineering and leaking!

Thirty-seventh level Soul Venerable!

Sure enough, as Dai Mubai said, even if Tang San and Xiao Wu were already Great Soul Masters, they were still not enough in front of the level gap, and they were easily killed in front of them by Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai stopped ten meters away from the two of them and did not continue to attack.

"At your age, you can force me to do my best, and you are proud enough."

"However, that's the end of it, my White Tiger Vajra Transformation can last for half an hour of transformation time, and in this half hour, my resistance to the abnormal state, as well as my attack power, defense power, and strength, will be doubled at the same time."

"You don't have any chance of winning!"

Xiao Wu glared at Dai Mubai fiercely, and her heart was full of anger.

However, in the face of absolute strength, all verbal battles are just vain.

Just when Xiao Wu felt entangled, a familiar figure came into view, and at the same time, Yang Ming seemed to sigh with emotion, and seemed to say something to Dai Mubai:

"Everyone has his own destiny, God is destined, some people are born to be kings, some people fall into the grass as cowards, if the road under your feet is not your own choice, then no one knows where the end of the journey is."

As soon as Dai Mubai turned around suddenly, he saw a handsome boy walking forward, and couldn't help asking:

"Who are you?"

"Me?" The corners of Yang Ming's mouth hooked, "I'm just a nameless traveler." ”

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