Douluo: Blind Douluo

The scorching sun was in the sky, and it was approaching noon. Outside a beautiful village,

The short-haired blue-haired boy, wearing plain clothes, walked towards an extremely shabby gate.

Although the short-haired boy was wearing plain clothes and looked very simple, he was wearing a necklace around his neck that looked valuable.

The crystal clear sapphire on the necklace emits dazzling light under the sunlight.

If someone could see a very small word on the gemstone, he would definitely recognize that it was the word "silver".

"Shrek Academy should be here."

"Finally found it. It's just different from what I thought. It's a bit unique." The boy was more than 20 meters away from the college gate. Looking at this unique gate, he was stunned for a moment.

The so-called door is just two pieces of wood and several door panels.

In particular, the words Shrek on the threshold are crooked and uneven, as if they were pasted on randomly.

"No matter what, I'm here now, go in and make sure." The young man had no choice but to muster up the courage to walk towards the door.

Standing at the door and looking inside, there was no one.

"Is there no one here? This college is so run-down. Has it moved?"

"Forget it, I'd better go to Barak Academy." The young man looked at Shrek Academy and found that no one was there. He muttered a few words and turned around to leave.

Originally, the young man thought that even though Shrek Academy claimed to only accept monsters and not ordinary people, there were not many students.

But with the Soul Saint sitting in charge, there must be more than a dozen students, but what the boy saw now was like a ghost hospital, with no one there.

However, the young man turned around and took two steps. A short, stocky man in his thirties with a sinister face walked out of a wooden house in the college behind him.

"This young man has soul power, and his back looks so unfamiliar. Is he coming to the academy to sign up for school?"

"Let me go up and ask. After all, if there are no students here this year, Flanders won't be able to pay wages." The man muttered, and jumped from the balcony of the wooden house to the square with a slight jump.

In the blink of an eye, a man's figure quickly blocked the young man's path.

"Who!" The young man was slightly startled and couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Hello, little kid, are you here to register for school?" The man thought he was very kind and showed a smile.

"No, I was passing by. Are you?" The young man looked at the man's malicious smile and said quickly with some fear.

"Let me introduce myself. I am a teacher at Shrek Academy, Teacher Zhao Wuji."

"Are you sure you didn't come to the college to register? Our college has excellent teachers and rich teaching resources."

"And it's one-on-one teaching. Currently, our college has five teachers, two soul saints and three soul emperors. I am one of the two soul saints and also the vice president of this college."

Zhao Wuji vigorously promoted Shrek Academy and his own strength.

"Really or not, two soul saints and three soul emperors, giving one-on-one guidance?" the young man said with some enthusiasm.

"Of course, what I said is true, but since you are here, you should also know the purpose of our college." Zhao Wuji asked with his arms crossed.

"Only monsters and not ordinary people?" the young man asked doubtfully.

"That's right. We only accept monsters but not ordinary people. It's better to be lacking than to be indiscriminate."

"So, let me ask you about your age, martial soul and soul power." Zhao Wuji asked expectantly.

"Oh, my name is Lin Dongyao. I am twelve years old. My martial soul is Blue Silver Grass. My current soul power is level 25. I am an auxiliary healing soul master." The young man introduced himself.

"Lan Yincao...has even cultivated to the level of a great soul master!" Zhao Wuji was stunned, looking at Lin Dongyao in front of him in disbelief.

After all, the concept that Lan Yincao is a standard useless martial spirit is already deeply rooted.

"Well, it's the Blue Silver Grass. My healing effect on injuries is very strong." Lin Dongyao said, displaying his martial spirit on his right palm, accompanied by two hundred-year-old soul rings. The Blue Silver Grass is almost more than 20 centimeters long. .

Compared with ordinary blue silver grass, the blue color is a bit more turquoise.

"Blue Silver Grass can be cultivated to level 25, and it is also a different kind of monster."

"But why does this bluesilver grass feel so familiar? I seem to have seen this scene before." Zhao Wuji looked at the bluesilver grass in front of him and fell into deep thought.

"Eh! This boy seems to look more and more familiar the more I look at him. Wait, he's not the descendant of that ruthless man." Zhao Wuji looked at the outline of the boy's face again, and the more he looked at him, the more familiar he became.

Zhao Wuji trembled, as if he thought of some unbearable memory.

"May I ask, what are your parents' names?" Zhao Wuji asked in a lower voice.

"What are my parents' names?" The young man was stunned, and then replied a little lonely: "I don't know, I have never met them. I grew up with Grandpa Lonely."

"Dugu...who is grandpa?" Zhao Wuji was stunned again.

"You ask so many questions, what do you want to do? My grandfather Dugu Bo is very strong." The young man looked at Zhao Wuji's eyes and replied with some vigilance.

"Dugu Bo is your grandfather!" Zhao Wuji was shocked again, "He is actually the grandson of Poison Douluo."

"But fortunately, he is not the descendant of that ruthless man." Zhao Wuji then breathed a sigh of relief with lingering fear.

"What, my strength is not up to standard?" the young man asked.

"No, it's up to standard. Your talent is so good. You're twelve years old, and you're still an auxiliary soul master, so you're level 25." Zhao Wuji quickly replied.

"Then can I enroll in school?" the boy asked.

"It's okay, but your grandpa knows you..."

"Zhao Wuji, what do you want out there?" Just when Zhao Wuji was in a dilemma, Flanders' voice came from behind.

There were three teenagers about the same age as Lin Dongyao accompanying him.

One has arrogant eyes, one has vulgar and fat eyes, and the other is more normal, but not much better.

"Flanders, this little brother is coming to our academy." Zhao Wuji quickly walked away a few steps.

"The talent, strength, and age are all in line, but..."

"That's it!"

Zhao Wuji glanced at Lin Dongyao, pulled Flan aside and whispered: "He is the grandson of Poison Douluo, and Poison Douluo doesn't seem to know that he is here. Are you sure you want to take him?"

"Uh...!" Flanders was speechless for a moment.

"Accept it, why not accept it? Isn't this also our opportunity? Besides, if we refuse, it might be worse than we thought." Flanders gritted his teeth and decided.

"Okay, anyway, you are the dean and you are in charge." Zhao Wuji said nonchalantly.

Flanders then came to Lin Dongyao, "Are you sure you want to come to Shrek Academy?"

"Yeah." Lin Dongyao nodded.

"Okay then, the annual tuition is fifty gold soul coins, and you won't be able to graduate until you reach the Soul Sect."

Immediately, Lin Dongyao paid the money and formally introduced himself to the other three teenagers.

"My name is Dai Mubai."

"My name is Ma Hongjun."

"My name is Oscar. I am an auxiliary soul master like you, but I am a food type."

"My name is Lin Dongyao!"