Zongheng Douluo: My martial spirit is a tailed beast

Chapter 15 Yu Xiaogang's Teachings
Hearing Feng Yi's words, Yu Xiaogang's eyes flickered continuously, and his eyes turned to Tang San.

At this moment, a pitch-black hammer appeared in Tang San's hand. Even Tang San, who often forges iron, his hands trembled a little while holding this hammer, which showed how heavy the Clear Sky Hammer was.

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang thought for a long time and said: "Little San, put it away, you must not reveal it to others in the future, and you must not attach any spirit ring to this spirit before I allow it."

"Oh." Tang San nodded directly when he heard the words, maybe he was used to Feng Yi's mysterious style, after all, he couldn't find the reason for asking anything, so it's better not to ask.

"Tomorrow will be the start of school, and you will have classes the day after tomorrow, but these are of no use to you. At the academy, I will ask for leave for you. I will ask you to get the soul ring tomorrow." The master thought for a while and said: "Do you want to go together?"

"Okay, I'll go with you." Feng Yi agreed directly after thinking for a while. Although he has a soul ring, if he wants to continue to become stronger, he needs not only his own strength, but also rich practical experience. Feng Yi Yi really wanted to try to see what his fighting power was.

And then, the master also started his first class. In fact, there was nothing particularly useful. What he talked about was the development route of the martial soul. It has already been settled.

As for the master's sentence, there are no waste spirits, only waste soul masters, Feng Yi sneered again and again.

After about four and ten minutes, the two of them had almost said: "Okay, you go back first, I will go to your dormitory to find you tomorrow morning."

"Okay, teacher." After this class, Tang San seemed to worship the master even more.

Feng Yi outside the door looked at Tang San: "Little Sanzi, how do you feel about this teacher?"

"I feel that the teacher is very powerful. Although his cultivation base is not high, he is extremely wise." Tang San said seriously.

"Indeed, from the level of knowledge of soul beasts, he is indeed a grand master, but there is one sentence, don't listen to his nonsense." Feng Yi said lightly: "There are no waste spirits, only waste spirits. Soul master, it's pure fart!"

"Brother Feng... Is there something wrong with this sentence?" Tang San was stunned when he heard this, he felt that this sentence was very correct.

"Do you really think that you are an ordinary waste spirit blue silver grass? If what your mother left you was only ordinary blue silver grass, you would definitely not be twin martial souls. The blue silver grass would be directly crushed by the Clear Sky Hammer. Cover." Feng Yi said lightly.

"But... am I not the blue silver grass?" Tang San asked with a puzzled expression.

"Your martial soul is only in a deep sleep state, and it is the emperor of all plants, the Blue Silver Emperor. How can this be a waste martial soul?" Feng Yi sneered: "If you follow the words of your teacher, then he It just took him his whole life to prove that he himself is a waste."

"Brother Feng... Isn't it too much to say so?" Tang San whispered.

"Is it too much? He himself said that there are no waste spirits, only waste soul masters, but he has spent so many years, but he has been stagnant at the level of the second ring, and he has not developed a new use of his own spirit. In his words Come on, isn't he just a waste?" Feng Yi said disdainfully.

"It seems that there is indeed such a reason..." Tang San thought for a while, it seemed that what Feng Yi said was not wrong.

"In this world, you either have talent or a backer, or you are nothing, don't be harmed by Yu Xiaogang's poisonous chicken soup." Feng Yi said lightly.

"Well, I will pay attention." Tang San nodded: "However, Brother Feng, what is poisonous chicken soup?"

"That's right, the poisonous chicken soup, just don't drink it." Feng Yi didn't bother to explain to Tang San, and said casually: "You are also from another world, you should have your own ability to distinguish, don't listen to everything, you can don't listen to all"

"it is good."

That night, Feng Yi and Xiao Wu took Tang San for a walk around the academy after eating.

"Brother Feng, you have obtained the spirit ring now, how strong is it?" Tang San asked very curiously.

"You want to know?" Hearing Tang San's words, Feng Yi also raised his eyebrows: "Competition? Let me see if you have improved in the past few days."

"Haven't we just been sparring for a few days..." Hearing Feng Yi's words, Tang San immediately hesitated.

"It's okay, this time I allow you to use your hidden weapons, sleeve arrows and so on." Feng Yi laughed.

"Hidden weapon? What is the sleeve arrow?" Xiao Wu became interested when she heard these two new terms.

"You will know later." Feng Yi smiled slightly.

"Brother Feng, my hidden weapons are all extremely lethal weapons...how can I use them during sparring..." Tang San said with some worry.

"Don't worry, your hidden weapon can't hurt me." Feng Yi said lightly, "Whether you can hit me or not is the question."

"Brother Feng, are you questioning my Tang Sect's hidden weapon technique?" Hearing Feng Yi's words, Tang San was also unhappy, and the previous but suddenly disappeared.

"No, I still appreciate Tang Sect's techniques, but what I question is your strength."

(End of this chapter)