Douluo's Summoning God

Tang Hao returned to the house and lay down directly to sleep, no longer thinking of teaching Shui Han.

Tang San was very curious about why Shui Han's physique was so special, and asked doubtfully: "Shui Han, why is your physique so strong? Even though I am born with full soul power, I can't compare to you in terms of physique."

Shui Han said: "Maybe it's because my martial spirit is the original martial spirit, so my body has been affected and strengthened."

Even Shui Han himself didn't know why his physique was so strong.

Tang San nodded. Although he still didn't know much about martial arts and this world, when he awakened his martial soul before, no one had the original martial soul.

At night, Shui Han returned to Tianshui College.

Back in his dormitory, Shui Han took a shower, changed out of his sweat-smelling clothes, and prepared to go to bed.

At the same time, the female students in Tianshui have also finished class, and each of them has reached their most beautiful age. After all, this is a high-end college, and most of them are girls around fourteen years old, all of them are beautiful, talking and laughing.

Some Tianshui female students took toiletries to the Tianshui Bathhouse. Shui Han looked at the Tianshui Bathhouse from a distance through the window and couldn't help but think back to before he was five years old.

Before the age of five, there was no place to take a bath in my residence. So where did I take a bath before I was five years old? It is in Tianshui Bathhouse.

Before she learned to walk, even if Shui Han was not happy, there was nothing she could do, Shui Wuchang would carry her.

No one among the Tianshui female students minded, after all, she was only one year old, but girls all liked to hold children.

Later, when Shui Han learned to walk, he stopped letting Shui Wuchang hold him.

Shui Han would run quickly alone on his short legs...

I was very popular at that time, and everyone liked to pinch my pink little face, which was very popular.

After learning to walk, Shui Han began to exercise every day for the next four years. Then when he was sweating, he would go to the bathhouse to take a bath, two or three times a day.

It's not because Shui Han likes to go, but because Shui Han likes to exercise and is covered in sweat and must be washed.

Exercise once in the morning, then mid-afternoon, and evening.

Therefore, Shuihan is entirely for improving himself, not for going to the bathhouse.

When he was five years old, Shui Wuchang gave Shui Han his own bathroom.

Looking through the window, Shui Han sighed: "I miss those four years of training."

At this moment, Shui Wuchang knocked on the door and came in.

Shui Wuchang said happily: "Xiaohan, although you don't let me take care of you, I have found a teacher for you who is willing to accept you as a disciple."

Shui Han asked: "Who is it?"

"Although he is only a great soul master, he knows a lot. Others call him master."

After Shui Wuchang finished speaking, Shui Han was surprised: "What a coincidence?"

Shui Wuchang continued: "He has never had a disciple. Although he is only a great soul master, you will benefit a lot from becoming his disciple. Your martial soul is special, maybe he can help you."

Shui Han was curious: "Being called a master, it seems that he is really powerful, but why did he agree to accept me as his disciple?"

Shui Wuchang sighed and couldn't help but recall the past: "We have known each other for a long time. I used to admire him, but unfortunately he had a heart, so he gave up, but we became friends. Tomorrow you go to Notting Junior College, and then Find him, and you can study at Notting Junior College from now on."

Shui Han nodded: "Okay."

The next morning.

Early in the morning, Shui Han left Tianshui City and headed to Notting City.

Cultivation is not just about exercise, it also requires learning a lot of things, and you have to go to a junior college.

When entering Notting City, he happened to meet Tang San, accompanied by a kind and old man on crutches. Shui Han thought he was Jack, the elder of the Holy Soul Village.

"Shui Han, why are you here?"

“I went to Notting Junior College.”

Tang San was happy: "Me too, we will be classmates from now on."

"Well, we can continue to compete and chase."

Entering Notting City, Shui Han went to have breakfast first, while Tang San and Old Jack went to Notting Junior College first.

After awakening his martial spirit, Shui Han's physique became stronger and his appetite became larger. He ate ten large steamed buns for breakfast.

At this time, a man with a medium build and black hair, about fifty years old, looked at Shui Han in surprise.

Shui Han also noticed that this man had a special temperament, with a hint of laziness and decadence between his brows.

After eating, the man stood up and paid. The clerk bent down and said politely: "Master, please go slowly."

"Master?" Shui Han felt that the man in front of him was unusual. He turned out to be the master.

Shui Han stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, are you the master named Yu Xiaogang?"

The man nodded and asked in confusion: "Well, how do you know my real name?"

Shui Han took out his martial arts certificate and handed it to the master. The master glanced at it in confusion.

"So you are Shui Han."

"Well, hello, teacher." Shui Han saluted.

The master smiled slightly: "Well, from now on you are my disciple. Are you going to Notting Junior College? Then come with me."

The master was very curious about Shui Han's martial spirit and thought of asking the academy in detail.

At the same time, at the school gate, Tang San and Old Jack were blocked by the concierge.

"Huh, martial soul proof? I think it's fake, right? Innately full of soul power, martial soul blue silver grass, I can't even make it up."

The concierge was very disdainful towards Tang San and Old Jack. He took another look at their clothes and saw that they were obviously from the countryside, so he was even more contemptuous.

Old Jack said seriously: "This is true."

"Humph, really? Can a phoenix emerge from a grass nest? I believe in bluesilver grass, but I don't believe in innate soul power. It's rare for a small village to have soul power, let alone innate soul power. I did it I have been working as a concierge for four years, and I have seen many geniuses from big families, but I have never seen anyone born with full soul power. You come from the countryside and have full innate soul power? What a joke! Get out of here with the forged certificate!"

"You're such a person! You go too far!" Old Jack had a good temper, but he was also angry.

At this moment, an indifferent voice sounded.

"It's really ridiculous that you can survive until now."

Hearing this, the concierge frowned slightly and looked over. His face suddenly showed awe, and he nodded and bowed: "Hello, Master."

The person who said this was Shui Han beside the master.

After taking a look at Shui Han's clothes, although they were simple, the clothes were obviously not something ordinary people could afford.

Shui Han said to Tang San: "Xiao San, since he doesn't believe that you have innate soul power, then slap him with all your strength and let him feel it."

"Okay!" Tang San felt angry just now and was ready to take action, so naturally he wouldn't refuse now.

Tang San stepped forward, but the concierge was not panicking. He was born with full soul power, and he didn't believe it, and he was just a six-year-old child, how powerful he could be.

Tang San stepped forward, but the concierge didn't move, entirely because of what Shui Han said, and the master didn't stop him, otherwise why would he allow a countryman to hit him?

Shui Han looked at the concierge who stood upright and said indifferently: "Don't know what to do?"

The porter didn't dare to say anything, his expression was ugly, so he could only bend down, head forward, and stretch his face in front of Tang San.

Snapped! ! !

Tang San slapped the concierge's face hard, and the extremely loud slap could be heard.

"what!!"

With a shrill scream, the concierge was hit so hard that he flew up and spun around twice before falling heavily to the ground.

"what……"

The concierge screamed on the ground, covering his red and swollen face with his hands. Most of the teeth in his mouth were broken and the corners of his mouth were stained with blood.

Shui Han looked down at the concierge and asked coldly: "Do you believe it? If not, let you feel it again?"

The concierge nodded in panic, his voice trembling: "I believe it... I believe it... I believe it!"