Chapter 8: What Happened to the Rednecks?
"Of course not."
Tang San immediately responded.
"Lang'er is right, but this is all a tacit thing, this is the gap in status!"
Old Jack sighed, then continued:
"Graduating from the Junior Soul Master Academy is very simple, the martial soul reaches the tenth level, and under the leadership of the academy teacher, it is not difficult to obtain a soul ring!"
"But it's different when you get to the Intermediate Soul Master Academy, the martial soul must reach level twenty and get the second soul ring, this time the soul ring must rely on your own strength to hunt soul beasts to obtain, this is extremely dangerous, if there is a big family to assist, the danger is naturally much smaller!"
"Civilians like us must rely on themselves, and I don't know how many civilian students have lost their lives because of this!"
"Graduating from the Advanced Soul Master Academy is even more demanding, you must break through the thirtieth level and obtain the third soul ring, this threshold, I don't know how many people are stuck here, even if they are nobles, some can't cross it! I don't know the specifics, you should learn it when you go to the academy! ”
"Anyway, it seems that less than one-third of those students of the Senior Soul Master Academy can really graduate!"
After Tang San and Shen Lang listened, they had a basic impression, and they must have learned more when they arrived at the academy.
It was not very far from the Holy Soul Village to Notting City, and the three of them walked for half a day, ate some dry food on the way, and in the afternoon, they could already see the city wall!
After a short time, the three of them came to the city gates, and after being checked, they entered the city of Notting.
"Later, grandpa will send you to the academy and will go back, you have to listen to the teacher, don't leave the academy without permission, and when the semester is over, I will pick you up again! At that time, it was almost the Chinese New Year! ”
Old Jack said as he walked.
"Grandpa Jack, are you leaving so quickly?"
Tang San looked at Old Jack.
"The hotel here is not something that we poor people can live in, you have to study hard and become a soul master as soon as possible!"
Old Jack smiled wryly.
Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy is located in the West City, and Old Jack asked passers-by a few times, and finally came to his destination.
Shen Lang looked at it at a glance and saw a tall arch in front of him, and in the middle of the arch, there were four big characters:
"Notting Academy."
XXX middle school (elementary, university, college, ......) just like in the previous life
There are two iron gates underneath!
Through the door, you can see a large road leading to the interior, and the tall trees on both sides of the road stand straight up!
As soon as the three of them reached the gate, they were immediately stopped.
At the same time, a discordant voice sounded, with a bit of disdain!
"What for? Is this a place where you rednecks can come? ”
Old Jack's clothes can be regarded as glamorous in Holy Soul Village, but when he arrives in Notting City, he is said to look like a countryman.
It's really a dog's eye and people are low!
What happened to the rednecks?
Shen Lang frowned.
I didn't expect the gap in identity to be vividly reflected in this world!
Old Jack was angry in his heart, but he knew that now was not the time for an argument.
"This little brother, we are from the Holy Soul Village, and the child is a work-study student in our village, this is a certificate issued by Su Yuntao, the deacon of the Martial Soul Palace, you can take a look."
Old Jack handed it over.
The porter took the proof, not entirely believing what Old Jack said.
"Can the grass nest still withdraw the golden phoenix? Besides, there haven't been work-study students in the college for many years, what? Blue Silver Grass? Innate soul power? It's still two full of soul power, it's so funny. This martial soul must have been forged by you! ”
"...... you?"
Even if Old Jack is in a good temper, he can't help it at the moment.
How could the proof of the Martial Spirit Hall be fake?
There is a martial soul mark on it.
Old Jack understands these ways, as the saying goes, Hades is better, but the little ghost is difficult, nothing more than some money.
At this time, the porter's words angered Old Jack even more.
"Return to the Holy Soul Village? I think the beggar village is about the same! You'd better find a place to beg!
The porter stretched out his hands to push Old Jack away.
"What did you say?"
Old Jack glared at the porter.
The Holy Soul Village is the pride of his life, the faith in his heart, how can it be insulted!
Shen Lang couldn't stand it, for this kind of person.
Just be a dog lesson!
Just when Old Jack was furious, Shen Lang moved.
Thunder instant.
saw an afterimage passing by, directly blocking in front of Old Jack.
He raised his hand.
Push open the door.
The latter snorted, slammed into the iron gate, and then slammed to the ground.
The porter endured the pain, raised his head with difficulty, and pointed at Shen Lang with his finger.
"You ......"
"What's wrong with me? Isn't it too light! I'm not a soul master yet! ”
Shen Lang came closer, squatted down, and looked at the latter.
"I'll just ask you, what's wrong with the countrymen?"
Shen Lang said word by word.
Well?
Don't speak?
Shen Lang raised a hand.
"Don't, don't fight!"
The porter was frightened, and he regretted it in his heart, and today he finally kicked the iron plate.
"Remember, there is no such thing as aristocrats and commoners, only mutual respect."
"Also, commoners can also become nobles, and nobles are not superior."
Shen Lang stood up and spoke slowly.
Old Jack only felt a breath in his heart, and finally spit it out, feeling much more relaxed.
Shen Lang, who are you?
Tang San was shocked today.
That weird body, and terrifying power.
He's getting more and more mysterious.
"Alright, that's it!"
A hoarse voice sounded, and a man of medium stature, slightly thin, walked over.
The man was about forty or fifty years old, with short hair of three or seven minutes, and an ordinary appearance, with his hands behind his back.
There was a hint of decadence and laziness in the depths of his eyes.
The porter turned his head and saw the person coming, and immediately changed his expression, as if he had suffered a great grievance.
"Master, you're here!"
The master just glanced at the latter, ignoring him.
Instead, he came directly to Old Jack and said:
"Old gentleman, can you show me the proof of the Martial Spirit Palace?"
Old Jack still knows how to look at words, and this person has the title of master, and it seems that he has some status, so he handed over the certificate.
The master looked at the proof, nodded, and then looked at Tang San and Shen Lang.
The master's gaze was not sharp, but Tang San had a feeling of being seen through.
Shen Lang didn't change much, and looked at the master calmly.
His name is Yu Xiaogang.
The emotional experience of fate is intricate.
Born from the powerful blue electric Tyrannosaurus rex family, but his martial soul has mutated and has been ridiculed.
His own strength is not strong, but he has an extremely in-depth study of martial souls, and is known as invincible in martial soul theory.
It was only because many theories were shocking and unacceptable to the Great Clan and the Martial Spirit Hall that he lived in seclusion in the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy.
Of course, he also has many mysterious identities.
"Prove that it is not wrong, old man, I apologize to you on behalf of the academy for what happened just now, and the child will be handed over to me."
"No need to apologize, no need to apologize, master, the child will trouble you. Little San, Shen Lang, go in, you must be obedient! ”
A soul master-level figure apologized to himself, and Old Jack's vanity was greatly satisfied.
Then, he said two more words before leaving.