This......

The master was stunned on the spot.

No, the script shouldn't have been written like this.

Shouldn't it be me who expounded on how good my theory is, and then Tang San bowed his head? What went wrong?

I was rejected on the spot by a six-year-old child! Although he didn't say it, it was true, and his face was very unbearable.

Thinking about the results he had speculated on and the changes that Tang San might bring to himself, the master took a deep breath, controlled his emotions and said.

"Son, don't be too busy rejecting me yet, it's not too late to see what I'm capable of. I can't let go of such a good seedling, how can I say that you are also the third twin martial soul in the past hundred years. ”

Tang San: ...... It doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with him saying that, Brother Ling did awaken later than me.

Although he was complaining in his heart, Tang San was indeed a little shocked.

"Are you wondering why I would know you're a twin martial spirit?" As he spoke, he shook the proof in his hand, "It's because of this certificate, maybe others can't see the flaws in it, but if I can't see it either, then I don't deserve the word master." ”

"I used to investigate ......"

What followed was a large series of data theoretical analysis by the master.

"So I'm sure you should also have a martial soul, and it's a very powerful martial soul."

"There are exceptions to everything, but why can't I be a special case?" Tang San asked rhetorically.

"That's right, there are exceptions to everything, but your martial soul is the Blue Silver Grass ......"

Tang San listened to it seriously, and always felt that there was nothing wrong with what he said, but he felt that something was strange.

Suddenly, Tang San thought of something, and asked respectfully, "Dare to ask, what level of soul master are you, Master?" ”

Hearing this question, the master's originally confident face was a little unnatural, and the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing an embarrassed smile.

"What do I ...... Twenty-ninth level Great Soul Master. Because the theoretical knowledge of martial souls is more prominent, I was loved by my peers and called me a master. ”

Tang San was a little silent, in the past few years, he had been nagged by Xia Ling the most, and the sentence he had been nagged the most was that practice was the only criterion for testing the truth.

Including the Xuantian Treasure Record, the disciples of the Tang Sect were also warned that these kinds of poisons and herbs were all summed up by the ancestors of the Tang Sect with an unknown number of lives, little by little.

Although he didn't know much about martial spirits, he learned from chatting with Old Jack's two guards last night that the most powerful person in the world was a Titled Douluo above level ninety. And only soul masters above the Soul Emperor can be called truly strong.

The twenty-ninth level Great Soul Master is not good, and it is not even as good as many students from intermediate colleges.

Then, as a low-level existence in the soul master world, he specified that it was impossible to study the real thing, and he could only conjecture through the data and could not prove it.

Isn't this so-called theory just a castle in the air? Without the practice of substructure, sooner or later it will collapse with a bang.

Besides, where did these so-called data gurus come from? How can he get these data with his strength?

Is this information accurate? The conclusions drawn from the research using erroneous data could be very different from the actual situation.

I have to say that his speculation is extremely close to the truth of the matter.

Thinking of this, Tang San wanted to open his mouth to refuse.

The master seemed to see Tang San's hesitation, and hurriedly spoke again: "Little San, otherwise, I will accept you as my registered disciple, you will listen to my class for a while, and then decide whether to leave or stay?" ”

Tang San was a little shaken, he was just a named disciple. If your judgment is wrong, you can also worship him as a teacher; If the judgment is correct, then everyone will break up as soon as possible.

Seeing this, the master struck while the iron was hot.

"Little San, you haven't obtained the first soul ring yet, have you? In this way, the teacher will help you get the first two soul rings, how about it? ”

"Alright then, I promise you." Tang San thought for a moment about the Xuantian Gong that he couldn't break through, gritted his teeth and agreed, "I don't know your name yet?" ”

"For Shi Yu Xiaogang."

"Named disciple Tang San, I have seen Teacher Yu." Tang San raised his hand and clenched his fists and bowed. Although he only temporarily agreed to be a registered disciple, he should have no less courtesy.

The corners of the master's stiff mouth twitched, and he said in his heart that this kid really didn't give himself face. But he comforted himself that the registered disciples were the same, and after a few months he would definitely be impressed by his profound theoretical knowledge.

"Okay, okay, let's go, I'll take you to report to the teaching office."

Although he didn't feel very comfortable in his heart, the master still enthusiastically took Tang San's hand and walked towards the teaching office.

Just as depicted in the original book, Tang San heard the other teachers talking about the master behind his back when he was leaving. Compared with the ridicule in the original book, the current Tang San felt a little agreed with these words.

He really felt that his teacher, a little unreliable.

On the way to the dormitory, touching the small cloth bag given by Old Jack on his chest, Tang San couldn't help but open it and look at it, but he was always calm, but he almost screamed!

A full hundred gold soul coins!

That's a hundred gold soul coins! Grandpa Jack actually gave it to him like that!

Although he knew that due to the relationship between Xia Ling, the Martial Spirit Hall probably gave Old Jack a large sum of money. But this one hundred gold soul coins was undoubtedly a huge amount of money for Tang San now, enough for him to spend the past five years in school with good food and drink every day.

Tang San clenched the small cloth bag tightly and clutched it tightly to his chest.

Compared to my own unreliable cheap teacher, Grandpa Jack and Brother Ling, you are really good to me.

However, what Tang San didn't know was that for the current old Jack, a hundred gold soul coins was really not a big number. If Xia Ling's news is not blocked by the Martial Spirit Palace, the people who come to give gifts every day are afraid that they will have to break through the threshold.

In the early morning of the second day of Tang San's enrollment, Ju Douluo and Xia Ling, who were riding in a carriage, came to Notting City, Old Jack's residence.

Ju Douluo and Old Jack are two old men with very different identities and very different appearances, and they actually talked to each other quite speculatively about how good Xia Ling is.

When he heard Old Jack boast that he was known as a prophet in the village back then, but it could only be counted as a weather forecast, Ju Douluo was even more amused.

Summer Lington was embarrassed and just wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into. What kind of prophet, it was just a proper black history that was used to fool Tang San back then.

But if you think about it, maybe the prophet can be implemented? Some moments seem to be quite useful.

"Young master, you don't know, yesterday the master took your friend to school......"

After Xia Ling ran out because of embarrassment, Hou San came over and reported to him what happened when Old Jack took Tang San to school today.

After listening to this, he smiled lightly and silently checked the record panel of the system, and sure enough, there was a hint that the master's fate was changed.

From this point of view, the master may have accepted the apprentice and was rejected by Tang San.

I don't know if Tang San will continue to go to Shrek in the future, is there such a thing as the world line is closed?

"Let's go, Tianling, let's go to the Soul Hunting Forest in the northeast of Notting City, the soul beasts there are all in captivity in our Martial Soul Palace, and the maximum is not more than 10,000 years, which is just right for a novice like you who is in contact with hunting soul rings for the first time."

Ju Douluo's voice sounded, beckoning Xia Ling to leave.

"Hey, here we go."

The Soul Hunting Forest near Notting City is also just right in time, which perfectly fits the script in the heart of the summer spirit.

"Heavenly Spirit, follow your Grandpa Ju to cultivate hard, and you must become a powerful soul master! Let our Holy Soul Village live up to its name! ”

Hearing this, Ju Douluo smiled.

Soul Saint? It's small, the pattern is small, Tianling is destined to become a genius of Super Douluo in the future.