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Chapter 65 Yu Xiaogang's Chicken Soup ( more chapters, please subscribe, please vote)
"Brother Tianchen, what's going on? Why did you get into a sparring match with Tang San?" Ning Rongrong asked in confusion.

In theory, the competition between students should be arranged by the college teachers.

But now it seems that no teacher appears in the playground.

"Just think of it as a farewell before leaving." Ning Tianchen stroked her forehead gently without explaining.

What surprised him was that Yu Xiaogang did not talk to him about other things. He just told him that after dinner, all the students should gather in the playground.

"Rongrong, call Zhuqing and Oscar tonight, and we'll go to the city for a meal. After today, we'll return to the sect."

Ning Rongrong nodded in agreement.

……

Tang San followed behind Yu Xiaogang, his face full of frustration, "Teacher, I am no match for him."

Hidden weapons are weapons used in sneak attacks. If they lose their confidentiality, their effectiveness will be greatly reduced.

Tang San didn't think that relying on ordinary hidden weapon techniques could pose a threat to Ning Tianchen.

If more powerful hidden weapons are used, it will go against the original purpose of the competition.

Yu Xiaogang had never thought that Ning Tianchen could dodge the attack of the hidden weapon. In this case, he could be accepted as his disciple with great reluctance.

"Xiao San, he is a disciple of a big family and has a natural advantage in cultivation." Yu Xiaogang consoled.

Tang San didn't think so. He possessed the unique skills of the Tang Sect and had twin martial spirits. Even if Ning Tianchen was a genius with innate full soul power, he had no advantage over him in cultivation.

Yu Xiaogang saw through his thoughts, smiled faintly, and explained: "Xiao San, you have lived with your father in the village since you were a child. When you awakened your martial spirit, your actual age should be six years and a few months, right?"

The deacons of the Spirit Hall are responsible for awakening the spirits of many villages.

The Spirit Hall deacons in some remote areas are on the road all year round, and it would be difficult for them to visit all the villages in a year.

Therefore, the deacons of a village only make one trip a year. Usually, few children can awaken their martial spirits when they are just six years old.

In addition, children from ordinary families can only enter the college to study after the college opens, and this process usually requires a long wait.

"When I awakened my martial soul, I was actually six years and three months old. Then I waited at home for another three months before entering Notting College. Teacher, is there any problem with this?" Tang San asked in confusion.

Yu Xiaogang put his hands behind his back and showed a wise look, "It's very simple. If you are a disciple of a big power, you will directly awaken your martial soul when you are just six years old. After measuring your innate soul power, the sect will directly teach you."

"Before you started practicing, you had six months wasted. Ning Tianchen's advantage over you now is due to these six months of practice time."

"Xiao San, if I am not mistaken, Ning Tianchen's soul power level is only a few levels higher than yours, right?"

After hearing this, Tang San immediately perked up.

During the six months from the age of six to the time he officially started school, he only practiced the Tang Sect's skills and had no exposure to any knowledge about soul masters.

Since coming to this world, he found that soul power cultivation was the mainstream here. The Tang Sect's skills always had some limitations, so he felt that it was because of these six months that he was left behind by Ning Tianchen.

Yu Xiaogang patted his shoulder and said kindly, "Xiao San, now that you know the gap, you should catch up. Starting tomorrow, I will officially lead you in training and learning. At that time, just follow my arrangements."

Tang San was surprised at first, then he was pleasantly surprised.

……

In the evening, in a restaurant somewhere in Soto City.

Listening to Ning Tianchen's words, Oscar was surprised: "That guy with a flat head is Tang San's teacher?"

Today, when he went to the kitchen to practice his soul power, he ran into Yu Xiaogang. He thought he was a villager who came here to borrow something, but he didn't expect that he had this identity. Ning Rongrong wiped the residue from the corner of her mouth and said angrily: "I don't think that guy is a good person."

"As soon as he arrived at the academy, he asked Brother Tianchen to spar with Tang San. It was obvious that he wanted to find a sparring partner for Tang San. Besides, he is not a teacher in the academy and has no right to organize sparring between students. Moreover, he even asked us to gather at the playground at night. Who does he think he is!"

Ning Tianchen stroked her forehead gently and added, "Rongrong, maybe after tonight, he will be a teacher at the academy. He may even be our team leader."

"Just him? I feel his soul power level is not as high as mine." Ning Rongrong's face was full of indignation.

"Don't judge a book by its cover. He may have abilities in other areas." Zhu Zhuqing said pertinently.

In addition to plagiarizing other people's theories, Yu Xiaogang's own theoretical attainments are also not low. At least, he is several times stronger than Flanders and others.

After a pause, he took Yu Xiaogang's book "The Ten Core Competitiveness of Martial Soul" to the table for everyone to see.

"This book is the work of that master. Let's take a look at it."

Oscar had been exposed to very limited theories about soul masters. After reading the contents of the book, it was as if he had opened the door to a new world and he kept praising the theories therein.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong are both from powerful factions, and they have come across most of these theories within their respective factions.

Ning Rongrong read it carefully and did not find any source of the theories mentioned in it.

"This guy, wouldn't he be so shameless as to 'claim these theories for himself'?" Ning Rongrong was stunned.

How could there be such shameless people on the mainland!
"Rongrong, there is a theory he proposed himself. Isn't Tang San a good example?" Ning Tianchen asked with a smile.

"There are no useless martial spirits, only useless spirit masters?" Ning Rongrong was puzzled.

This sentence does make sense at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it is full of loopholes.

"Tang San's Blue Silver Grass is a useless spirit. Yu Xiaogang should have some strength to be able to train him to this point," Zhu Zhuqing analyzed.

Ning Rongrong retorted: "Sister Zhuqing, have you forgotten that Tang San is full of innate spirit power. With such innate spirit power, as long as one is not a fool, his cultivation will not be low."

Ning Tianchen interrupted their discussion and said, "It's meaningless for us to dwell on this. We don't need to care about what kind of person Yu Xiaogang is."

After all, they will be leaving the academy tomorrow.

Oscar was fascinated by it.

As a civilian soul master, he was more eager than anyone else to obtain more soul master theories.

The theories in the book all come from a thick ancient book.

If there are no scholars to help answer their questions, it is difficult for ordinary people to understand the essence of it.

Yu Xiaogang simplified it a lot.

Although this book contains some plagiarism, overall, the theories are worth referring to.

"Tianchen, can you lend me this book? You know my situation." Oscar's voice became smaller and smaller until it was difficult to hear clearly.

Ning Tianchen placed his right hand on his shoulder and said with a smile: "Xiao Ao, you will also be a member of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect in the future. Besides, we are still brothers, so there is no need to be so reserved."

"Take it if you want to see it, but don't let anyone else know."

Oscar nodded with a touched look on his face, and couldn't help but use a little more strength in his hands holding the book.

(End of this chapter)