Douluo the god of justice

Chapter 18 Contradictions
Zhao Wuji was stunned for a moment, feeling that Yang Jian was humiliating him, but after thinking about it, this kid could beat him like this without using soul skills.

For a moment, Zhao Wuji was a little entangled and didn't know whether to continue the fight. It would not be an honor to win a soul master. If he lost, he would really be ashamed to live.

Fortunately, Dai Mubai rescued in time at this time, "Mr. Zhao, you see that the time for this incense stick has passed, so they have also passed."

Zhao Wuji glanced at Dai Mubai gratefully, "Yes, yes, yes, passed, all passed, you are really a monster."

Yang Jian frowned and said nothing.

Zhao Wuji said, "Are you all right, boy, you have beaten me so hard, don't hold on."

Yang Jian shook his head, "It's all about exercising your muscles."

Zhao Wou-ki glared at Yang Jian, and left angrily.

Then Dai Mubai led everyone to allocate dormitories.

The so-called dormitories are wooden houses.

Tang San shared a room with an old student.

A room for three girls.

Yang Jian was alone.

After Dai Mubai led everyone to settle down, he told everyone that classes would start tomorrow, and left alone.

Although the environment is simple, Yang Jian is already very satisfied with being able to have a room for one person, so Yang Jian started the boring practice.

Soon there was a knock on the door interrupting Yang Jian's practice.

Yang Jian had no choice but to open the door.

Outside the door is Tang San.

Yang Jian said lightly, "What's the matter."

Tang San smiled helplessly, touched his nose and said, "I just came to thank you, today's assessment is thanks to you."

Yang Jian nodded, "Is there anything else?"

Tang San originally wanted to communicate with Yang Jian and cultivate a relationship, but now that Yang Jian was so indifferent, Tang San was not a person who made fun of himself, so he left soon.

Not long after, there was another knock on the door.

Yang Jian began to miss the days when he was practicing in the Wuhun Palace.

This time it was Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong smiled at Yang Jian, "Won't you invite me in?"

Yang Jian frowned, "It's not convenient, what can I do?"

Ning Rongrong wrinkled her lovely nose, "I'm here to thank you, why are you so good, how did you cultivate."

"And your spirit ring, how can you absorb such a high age spirit ring."

Yang Jian said lightly, "Time, spend all your time on cultivation, you may not be able to surpass me, but you can surpass your current self."

Yang Jian closed the door and returned to the room. Many people envied the strength of others, but they never thought about what they had paid or what others had paid.

Early the next morning, eight people stood in a row in an open space.

In addition to the five Yang Jian who signed up yesterday, there are also three old students, Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun.

A middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses and a thin and frail middle-aged man approached the crowd talking and laughing.

Flender adjusted his glasses, "I am the principal of Shrek Academy, and this is Yu Xiaogang, who is known as a master in the world of soul masters. From now on, the master will be responsible for your courses."

The master quickly arranged tasks for the seven people except Yang Jian, leaving Yang Jian alone.

The master and Yang Jian walked side by side, the master said, "Yang Jian, I heard about your soul ring, and I also heard that you and Zhao Wuji were tied."

Yang Jian nodded, but did not speak.

The master continued, "What's the name of your martial soul, can you show me?"

Yang Jian summoned a three-pointed two-edged knife, and three soul rings of different colors floated up and down.

The master couldn't help shrinking his pupils, his face changed drastically, "Can I touch it?"

Yang Jian frowned, no matter where it is inappropriate to use other people's weapons without authorization, what's more, he is not only a weapon, but also a friend who has accompanied him for thousands of years.

If it wasn't for Bibi Dong, Yang Jian would have turned around and left, and if Yang Jian had the temper when he became a god, he would have given him a knife.

Seeing that Yang Jian didn't respond, the master started directly. The master carefully observed every pattern on the three-pointed two-edged knife.

The master withdrew his hand reluctantly, and said, "I have never seen this kind of martial soul, or even heard of it, and as a weapon martial soul, no matter how powerful it is, it is impossible to enhance your physical quality so much. "

Yang Jian remained silent and held back, Yang Jian kept telling himself in his heart that this was Bibi Dong's friend, so he must hold back, and the relationship between the two was not simple from Bibi Dong's appearance.

Yang Jian suddenly had a dangerous idea in his heart, if he killed the master directly, would Bibi Dong forgive herself?

Yang Jian shook his head, not letting himself continue to think about it.

The master squeezed his chin with his right hand, "Unless you have another martial spirit, even stronger than this one."

Yang Jian was a little surprised, the world knew this secret, even Bibi Dong didn't know it, only Yang Po knew it.

Seeing the change in Yang Jian's expression, the master knew that he had guessed right, and nodded triumphantly, "And the age limit of your soul ring, are you two martial souls practicing at the same time? Wait until the other martial soul reaches the third ring before giving this martial soul an additional Soul ring?"

"That's not right. You are only 12 years old today. At least you need a soul king to absorb a ten thousand year soul ring. Even if you are innately at the twentieth level, it is impossible to cultivate so fast."

Yang Jian understood, and even Meng Dai guessed a lot and naturally had a few correct answers. Yang Jian, who already had a bad impression of the master, didn't bother to talk to him.

The master didn't know it yet, and continued, "You are from the Wuhun Temple? No, if you were confessed a long time ago, why did you come here? You are the descendants of those hidden sects."

Yang Jian remembered Bibi Dong's instructions, and just said lightly, "I'm not a powerful person, well, how should I cultivate."

The master smiled slightly, "Don't worry, your martial spirit is quite special, let me study it carefully and release your second martial spirit for me to have a look, so that I can make a practice plan for you."

Yang Jian couldn't help frowning when he heard the words, his eyesight was his biggest secret, this guy even climbed up the pole, and his impression of this master suddenly became a bit worse, "Can't you just look at it?"

The master was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect Yang Jian to refuse, but finally a powerful martial soul owner came to him, how could he let it go.

The master's voice became severe, "Of course not, I am your teacher when I came to the academy, am I not qualified to see your martial soul? I don't know how your martial soul can designate a suitable training plan for you. If you think I can't teach you , you can go."

The master still feels a little guilty for forcing a child like this, but he can comfort himself in an instant.

I do it for my desire to explore knowledge and to complement the knowledge of the soul master world. All of this is the contribution of the soul master world, and I don't have any selfish desires.

Yang Jian sighed, "It seems that the Soul Master Academy doesn't have this rule."

"Here, I am the rule. If you don't listen, what are you going to learn?"

Yang Jian nodded, "Then I won't learn."

Originally, Yang Jian didn't feel that he needed anyone's guidance in his cultivation. If it wasn't for Bibi Dong's order, he would definitely not come here, and what Bibi Dong meant more was to keep himself away from Qian Daoliu's vision, and he would stay in another place for a few years at worst.

Yang Jian had nothing to clean up, and walked out of the academy alone. The master froze, thinking of his own strength, he didn't dare to stop him, so he hurried to find Flender, but Yang Jian couldn't just leave like that up.

(End of this chapter)