Douluo's Strange Eyes of Death

It was Tang San who made the move. The move he used was not even a unique skill of the Tang Sect. It was just the simplest move in martial arts in his original world. Pushing the window and looking at the moon. Of course, judging from his figure, it was natural to use it. Deformed. .shung

Not only was it unable to cut the opponent's arms, but the hand that was supposed to be pushing on the opponent's chest was also pushed on the lower abdomen. Of course, the result was the same.

Although Tang San's people are not big, their strength is definitely not small.These months of hammering were not in vain, even without using Xuantian Kungfu, they still knocked down the porter in one fell swoop.

"Stinky boy, you are looking for death." How shameful it is to be pushed down by a child, the gatekeeper got up from the ground in a rage, and was about to rush towards Tang San.

Ye Zihan's cold air rushed towards the concierge, who immediately blocked him and stopped his movements.

"Okay, stop." At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded.

Ye Zihan immediately stopped his cold air and looked at the visitor.

The concierge also stood up, and then his face suddenly turned flattering. The change was so fast that it was unimaginable. He nodded and bowed to the visitor, "Master, you are back."

I saw a man of medium build and a little on the thin side who did not know when he had come to them.

It seemed that this man was about forty or fifty years old, with short black hair parted in threes and sevens. He had a very ordinary appearance, with his hands behind his back, but he had a special temperament, and there was a bit of laziness and decadence between his eyes.

The 'Master' glanced at the concierge sideways and ignored him, then looked at Ye Zihan again, and finally said to Old Jack, "Old sir, can you show me the certificate from Wuhun Palace?"

After all, Old Jack was born as a village chief, and he still knew how to read people's words. From the expression on the concierge's face, it could be seen that the status of the middle-aged man in front of him in the academy was definitely not low, not to mention that he still had the title of master.

He quickly handed over the certificate in his hand.

The master took the certificate and looked at Tang San, Ye Han and the others with eyes that seemed to see through everything.

Ye Zihan trembled, hid behind Old Jack, and clutched Old Jack's clothes tightly, like a frightened little rabbit.

But it’s hard to tell whether it’s a rabbit or a fox.

"This is true. Sir, I apologize on behalf of the college for what happened just now. Leave the child to me."

A figure who was at least a soul master apologized to him. Old Jack's vanity was greatly satisfied, and he hurriedly waved his hands and said, "No need to apologize, no need to apologize.

We are not good either. Master, these two children will trouble you. Xiaosan, Xiaohan, follow the master in, but you must be obedient. "

Tang San nodded, but didn't speak.

Before, just when the master in front of him stopped the concierge from rushing towards him, his left hand had already been raised, and the safety on the sleeve arrow had been opened.

If the words of the master in front of him were one step later, maybe there would be an extra short arrow in the gatekeeper's throat.

The general outline of the Tang Sect Xuantian Baolu, Article , is sure that the opponent is an enemy. As long as he has a way to kill him, do not show mercy, otherwise it will only add trouble to yourself.

In Tang San's opinion, the fact that the concierge attacked an old man like Jack, coupled with his meanness, was already a recipe for death.

At the same time, he was absolutely sure that no one, including Old Jack, would find out that he had sent the sleeve arrow. Without evidence, who can say that he committed the murder?

Tang Sect's silent sleeve arrows are extremely fast and only leave a shadow. How can someone like the concierge dodge them?

Ye Zihan ran behind Tang San and looked at the "Master" secretly.

After Jack gave Tang San a few more words, he touched Ye Zihan's head and then left.

The master glanced at the concierge indifferently, "This is the first and last time, if you do it again, you don't need to stay."

His voice was hoarse and calm, but there was an irrefutable feeling.

The concierge broke out in cold sweat behind his back, and he hurriedly stepped aside in response.

The master looked down at Tang San and Ye Zihan, forcing a smile on his face. The muscles on his face seemed a little stiff, and his smile was a bit unflattering.

Ye Zihan shook his body again when he saw it, and didn't even look at the master.

The master felt helpless.

He had no choice but to hold Tang San's hand and said, "Let's go in."

The master's hands were soft and dry, very comfortable to hold, which gave Tang San a sense of trust, so he turned around and gave Ye Zihan a reassuring smile, telling him that it was okay. Only then did Ye Zihan reveal his head again.

Under the guidance of the master, Tang San and the two finally entered the academy.

"Teacher, thank you." Tang San said to the master, and then pulled Ye Zihan out.

Ye Zihan knew what Tang San meant, and said "Thank you" with a red face.

"Teacher? I'm not a teacher of the academy." The master looked down at Tang San, and said calmly.

"Not a teacher? Didn't you just say that you represented the college?"

The master shook his head. He who has always been impatient is extremely tolerant today, and once again squeezed out that ugly smile, "Who said that the teachers of the academy must be able to represent the academy?"

Ye Zihan shook his body again, but this time he only held Tang San's arm tightly and did not hide behind Tang San anymore.

Tang San touched Ye Zihan's head when he saw it, and then said, "I understand, then you must be the principal or leader of the academy."

The master laughed and said, "You are a six-year-old child, so you are very smart. However, you still guessed wrong."

"My guest." Ye Zihan said softly.

The master paused and nodded.

"Yes, he's just a resident who eats and drinks. There's a big difference between a teacher and a master, unless you really want me to be your teacher."

Speaking of this, his eyes flashed with burning light,

"Do you want to teach me martial arts?" Tang San asked.

The master stopped and stood still facing Tang San, "Then are you willing?"

Tang San naturally stopped and looked up at the master in front of him. Looking closely and looking from bottom to top, he found that the master's mouth was a bit big and his lips were also very thick. He didn't speak, neither said he agreed nor said he didn't agree.