Douluo's Infinite Master

Chapter 75 Borrowing from Heaven Dou Royal Academy
Chapter 73

Legend has it that there was a swordsman in ancient times who formed a school of his own, did not cultivate soul power, and even had only one innate soul power, but he formed a school of his own.

He mainly uses the sword, and in the end, he can even use the sword to break through mountains and rivers and draw the sky, comparable to a titled Douluo.

He has one unique skill handed down from generation to generation, and that is Wanjian Chaozong.

It is he who worships, because he is the master of the sword in the world.

It's just that time has passed, and even this legend has disappeared from the ancient books, and she has only heard it a few times from Grandpa Jian.

Ning Rongrong still remembered how excited he was every time Grandpa Jian talked about that story.

Although he was named Sword Douluo and it was rumored that he was a sword god, he never claimed to be a sword god. In his heart, perhaps there is only one god.

That is the swordsman who used ten thousand swords to court the emperor and made all Douluo in the world worship him.

In other words, Sword God.

Halfway through the dinner, everyone was full. Qin Ming chatted with the dean and the others, and got to the point.

"The juniors in this period, especially Tang San and Xiao Wu, are already soul masters. They are only 12 years old. This talent is really surprising." Qin Ming said.

When Flender saw Qin Ming praise his students, he was a little proud and said, "Xiao Ming, have you forgotten the core of the academy?"

"Shrek Academy only accepts monsters, not mediocrity. You know what a monster is, Xiao Ming, let me tell you, a monster is..." Flender got up a little proudly, and said loudly. I don't even know what to say. .

Qin Ming felt a little helpless, hurried up to help Flender, who was a little drunk, and said with a smile, "Yes, yes. Dean, you are right."

"Right, Xiao Ming, you still need to study."

Maybe Flender said it unintentionally, but Chen Mo couldn't help but feel a little weird, Xiao Ming?

It's the one who appeared in front of elementary and middle school students many times, who likes to go out early, and likes to slow down halfway, washing the minds of countless students, Xiao Ming?
"Dean Flender, I have something to ask, and I don't know if the dean can agree." Seeing that the time was almost up, Qin Ming asked.

"What is it, tell me. I will definitely agree." Flender said with a smile.

Qin Ming smiled wryly, and continued, "That's it. I see that all the juniors and sisters have a love for money in their hearts, so I want to invite you to join the Tiandou Royal Academy."

Click!

The smile on Flender's face suddenly faded, his face became ugly, and the wine glass in his hand shattered.

Snapped!
Flender slapped the table angrily, his face was flushed, his drunkenness subsided a lot, he pointed at Qin Ming and said angrily, "Qin Ming, what do you mean! You want to poach Lao Tzu's academy, you want to destroy Lao Tzu's history Lake Academy?"

Hearing this, Qin Ming quickly explained, "Principal! I am you, brought out by Shrek, how could I have such an idea. I just can't bear to have my juniors buried in this small city of Soto."

"That's why I said, let them study at the Tiandou Imperial Academy, out of pure love and without any other ideas."

Snapped.Snapped.

"say no more."

Flender slapped the table vigorously, and said angrily, "I will never agree. This is my academy, my Shrek. I have the final say."

"No, we agree." Yu Xiaogang said flatly.

"Yu Xiaogang! What do you mean, you are selling Laozi Academy!" Flender shouted.

Yu Xiaogang took a sip of tea, and said softly, "Can you provide the cultivation environment? Can you let them participate in the elite soul master competition?"

These two sentences hit Flender's mind like a bolt from the blue, and he couldn't help but look at Chen Mo. He is the Holy Son of Wuhun Temple. If he could get his support, but Chen Mo didn't, and he couldn't even look at it. Did not look at him.

Flender, who was originally high-spirited, suddenly turned cold, and suddenly looked a little downcast, and left the room in a daze.

"Me. I'm going out."

Seeing Flender push the door away, Ma Hongjun felt distressed and worried, and hurried out.

"I'll take a look too."

"Fatty!" Ma Hongjun ran after Flender regardless of the shouts of the people behind him.

"Okay, stop screaming. Flender really needs to calm down. If Hong Jun passes by, he can enlighten him." Yu Xiaogang said.

"En." Everyone knew that Ma Hongjun was the principal's student. Although the principal was usually stingy, it was really good to take care of his own students, especially Ma Hongjun.

Even Qin Ming, who had graduated for a long time, felt something.

"Then, Director Qin Ming, Shrek will go to Tiandou Imperial Academy to borrow from you, please." Yu Xiaogang said.

Qin Ming noticed one of the words and borrowed it, but he didn't pay much attention to it, "You are polite."

Outside the hotel, Flender wandered around in a bit of desperation, feeling the coolness that hit his body, and the cool wind was blowing around him.

"Sigh." Flender closed his eyes, raised his head, and the wrinkles on his face became thicker unknowingly.

"Teacher! Teacher!"

Ma Hongjun ran panting, and stopped beside Flender. Seeing this, Flender said indifferently, "What are you doing here? Why don't you go to the new academy."

"Teacher, there is no new academy. I have always been a student of Shrek, now and in the future." Ma Hongjun explained.

Flender shook his head in pain, "No, no, there will be no Shrek Academy in the future."

"Teacher! Shrek Academy has always existed and will not disappear, and teacher, why do you think so." Ma Hongjun explained with a smile.

"Let's go over there, eat their food, use their food, and bring back the white and fat ones we raised ourselves. Isn't this equivalent to borrowing chickens to lay eggs!"

"I don't care what other people are like, but I will always be your disciple, Shrek's student, Ma Hongjun."

"Borrowing the chicken and laying the egg?" Flender was a little surprised, repeated it, and couldn't help laughing, "Haha, what a borrowing the chicken and laying the egg. Haha."

"That's right! Dean Flender, we will always be students of Shrek." Behind them, Chen Mo and others spoke with a smile.

Flender looked at them with some surprise, with a tear in his eyes, one was like a chicken and an egg, the other, no, it was a group of little monsters.

Flender saw Chen Mo hidden in the crowd, and found that he was watching, smiling, and not speaking. It turned out that he didn't give up on Shrek, but just thought of more.

thanks.little monster.them. . .

Yu Xiaogang arrived alone, in the open-air garden outside, he sat on a stool on one side casually.

"Uncle!" Behind him, Yu Tianheng excitedly ran to his side.

Yu Xiaogang smiled and said, "You still think of me as an uncle?"

"Yes. Uncle, I, I miss you, not only me, grandpa, dad, they also miss you very much. Come back, uncle." Yu Tianheng said excitedly.

Yu Xiaogang was a little moved, but thinking of the faces of the elders in the family, he couldn't help shaking his head, "Tianheng, no, they are all in good health."

"Everything is fine. That's right, I just miss you." Yu Tianheng said.

"Ah."

Yu Xiaogang responded and continued, "I miss them too, but I can't go back yet."

"Why!" Yu Tianheng asked.

"I will go back, but I will go back with glory. They all take me as a laughing stock, and I want to prove to them that I, Yu Xiaogang, am not a laughing stock or a waste." Yu Xiaogang said.

"Tianheng, I see you, are you a little unhappy because you lost? Not reconciled?" Yu Xiaogang asked.

Yu Tianheng was taken aback, recalling the shocking blow before, he couldn't help shaking his head, "No, I just feel like I'm such a waste, I was already a soul master at the age of 12, but I, eighteen, with 39 soul power , I can't even beat him, one who has just entered the Soul Master, and the Wuhun is still a waste of Blue Silver Grass."

"Blue Silver Grass? Blue Silver Grass is not trash, and my disciple is even more so." Yu Xiaogang said.

"Tian Heng, I still remember what my disciple said to me. There is no waste spirit, only waste people. He is not waste, and neither is Blue Silver Grass. You are not."

"Tang San? That Blue Silver Grass? He is your disciple, but in the end, I, I still lost, and I still lost, very miserable." Yu Tianheng smiled wryly.

Yu Xiaogang shook his head slightly, and said helplessly, "That's not your fault. When you meet him, don't say you are, even if you are the soul king, you may not be able to guarantee victory."

"Who is he, what level, how many soul rings. Why is he so terrifying." Yu Tianheng asked.

"I can't say who he is, but I can tell you that he only has level 29 soul power." Yu Xiaogang said.

Yu Tianheng obviously didn't believe it, "Level 29! This is impossible!"

Yu Xiaogang smiled wryly, and continued, "Level 29, weapon spirit, sword. Two purple spirit rings."

"Pfft! What!" Yu Tianheng was almost choked to death by himself, and said in disbelief, "What? Two purple soul rings? A thousand years? Level 29? This is impossible."

"To add, there are still two high-life purple soul rings." Yu Xiaogang continued.

"What!" The news hit Yu Tianheng's heart like a bolt from the blue, and he felt more and more disappointed in himself, whether he didn't have it, or the world was too horrible.

"Tian Heng, actually you don't need to compare with him. Even three of you can't compare with him, you are not of the same kind. Do you still remember the ancestors of our Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Sect?" Yu Xiaogang asked.

"Ancestor?" Yu Tianheng inadvertently remembered a legend circulating in the group.

Legend has it that a god once appeared in the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, who received this gift, so he was immortal.

"Could it be!" Yu Tianheng couldn't help covering his mouth.

"Just know it in your heart, don't say it, maybe that god is paying attention to us."

"Ah."

. . . . . .

"Hee hee, these two people are so interesting, that one is too idle to go back and see them, so he's just pretending to be affectionate."

"What, aren't you looking at them?"

"What do you mean! Are you saying I'm bored?"

"Haha, I didn't say anything, it's almost time to talk."

"Well, barely, but it's still close. It's not ten thousand years old, but it doesn't matter. Let's put some pressure on him."

"Well, then make arrangements for you over there."

"Oh, but there's one more thing I need to say."

"what?"

"Just now you said me, what? Ah!"

"Hey. Don't, Xiaobai, Xiaobai, wait, itchy."

With that said, the two started fighting with each other.

. . . . .

(End of this chapter)