The Return of the Great Sage of Douluo Continent

After confessing to Tang Hao, Tang Hao's attitude towards the two of them changed drastically, so much that it was unnatural. Tang San wanted to learn forging methods, so Tang Hao taught him a hammer that even a layman like Wukong knew was good. The method, Tang Hao's name is - Chaotic Cloak Hammer Method.

The Chaotic Cloak Hammering Technique, which reaches the highest level and hits ninety-nine 81 times in a row, each hammer is stronger than the last. It can purify the impurities in the iron block. It is a lost hammering method in the forging world, and it is also a god-level hammering method in the eyes of blacksmiths.

This kind of comfortable life will not last long. It is time for Wukong and Tang San to go to school. Old Jack came to the blacksmith shop early in the morning to find Wukong and Tang San and send them to the Notting Junior Soul Center in Notting City. Studying at Teachers College.

They have also been to Notting City, but they were only brought to Notting City once by Old Jack. That time they just passed by in a hurry and didn't see it in detail. Now that they came again, Wukong and Tang San's curiosity was aroused. Along the way They were all looking around.

Of course, they would not forget the purpose of their trip, it was just that they were being made things difficult for them.

As soon as Old Jack, Tang San and Wukong walked to the gate, they were immediately stopped by the young man guarding the gate, "What are you doing? Is this a place where country people like you can come?"

Old Jack's clothes in Saint Soul Village were already considered smart, but when he arrived in Notting City, he looked completely like a country boy. The concierge looked at him with a bit of disdain.

Old Jack quickly apologized and said with a smile: "Little brother, we are from Holy Soul Village. These two children are work-study students sent by our village this year. Do you think, what procedures do we need to go through?"

The concierge frowned, and said with a bit of yin and yang, "Can Caowo still produce golden phoenixes? There are people in a small village who have soul power? The college has not had a part-time student for many years. You are not fakes, are you?"

A flash of anger flashed in Old Jack's eyes, but he still swallowed his anger and took out the certificate issued by Su Yuntao, the deacon of Wuhun Temple last time, and handed it to the concierge.

The concierge took the certificate and looked it up and down, "Martial spirit blue silver grass and stone? And innate soul power? It's funny, this is really ridiculous. I have been a concierge in the college for four years, and I have never heard of it. There are students who are born with full soul power. How can these two guys have full soul power if their martial souls are bluesilver grass and stone? I think this certificate from the Soul Hall must have been forged by you."

"You..." No matter how good-tempered Jack is, he can't bear it anymore, "You are deliberately making things difficult. Okay, you wait, I'll go find the deacon of the Wuhun branch. Junior Wukong, we Let's go." With that said, Jack turned around and walked towards the city.

Of course, the proof of the Wuhun Branch Hall cannot be false, and the concierge also knows it. However, people who come to deliver babies are usually a little more interesting, especially civilian families.This is why it is said that the king of hell is easy to deal with, but the devil is difficult to deal with.

Old Jack was born in the countryside. Even though he was a village chief, he didn't understand these things.

The concierge felt somewhat uneasy, if people from Wuhundian really came, he would not be able to afford it. Of course, he also believed that people from Wuhundian would never come to the academy to question these two bumpkins.

Depressed in my heart, the words in my mouth naturally didn't sound good, "Returning to the Holy Soul Village, I think the Beggar's Village is not bad."

"What did you say?" Old Jack turned around fiercely. The concierge's words could be said to have touched the pride in his heart. He had fallen out with Tang Hao because of this, but now the concierge was from outside the village, which he couldn't bear. .He walked back a few steps and glared at the concierge.

The concierge was startled by the menacing old Jack, and couldn't help taking a step back, but he quickly reacted and cursed himself in his heart, isn't he just an old man, what's so scary.

"Why? I'm not convinced. I said you came from a beggar's village. Is it wrong? Look at this little poor guy, his clothes are covered in patches. In my opinion, you should find a place to beg. We, Nuoding Academy is not a good hall. Get out, get out."

While speaking, the porter raised his left hand and pushed it towards Jack's chest, about to drive them away.

"Boy, you have to be merciful and merciful! You know, you can't offend everyone." Wukong appeared between Old Jack and the concierge, and grabbed his outstretched left hand with his right hand.

After pulling hard, the concierge found that his hand couldn't be pulled out at all. In fact, this was normal. Even if Wukong's power was only unlocked a little bit, but considering his ability to carry a hundred thousand mountains, this little bit of power was not his. An ordinary person can break free.

"Let go!"

The concierge was already panicking, but he was more annoyed in his heart. He, a grown man, couldn't compare to a child. Where could he put his face?

"Okay, stop it

. "At this moment, a hoarse voice sounded, stopping the concierge's movement.

The concierge was stunned for a moment, and then the anger on his face suddenly turned into flattery, the change was unimaginable, and he nodded and bowed to the visitor: "Master, you are back."

Tang San turned his head and looked around, and saw a medium-sized, slightly thin man who didn't know when he had arrived beside them.It seems that this person is about 50 to [-] years old. He has short black hair parted in threes and sevens. He has a very ordinary appearance. He has his hands behind his back, but he has a special temperament. There is a bit of laziness and decadence between his eyes. .

"Master" just glanced sideways at the concierge, ignored him, and said to Old Jack: "Old sir, can you show me the certificate from Wuhun Palace?"

After all, Old Jack was a village chief, and he was still good at observing people's emotions. 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 the title of master.He quickly handed over the certificate in his hand.

The master looked at the proof, then shifted his gaze to Tang San and Wukong, looking them up and down a few times. Although the master's eyes were not sharp, Tang San felt like he was being seen through and through, while Wukong was nothing. Feeling, instead smiled at him.

"It's proven to be true, old sir. I apologize to you on behalf of the academy for what happened just now. Leave this child to me."

A figure who was at least a soul master apologized to him. Old Jack's vanity was greatly satisfied. He hurriedly waved his hands and said: "No need to apologize, no need to apologize. We are not good either. Master, then this child will trouble you." .Xiaosan, Wukong, you can follow the master in, but you must be obedient."

Jack left after a few more words of exhortation.

The master glanced at the concierge lightly, "This is the first time, and it will also be the last time. If you do it again, you don't need to stay." His voice was hoarse and calm, but there was something irrefutable about it. a feeling of.

The porter was sweating profusely from his back, and hurriedly stepped aside in response.

The master looked down at Tang San, and squeezed out a smile on his face. His facial muscles seemed a little stiff, and the way he smiled was a bit unflattering.Pulling Tang San's hand, said: "Let's go in."

The master's hands were soft and dry, very comfortable to hold, and gave Tang San a sense of trust.Under his leadership, Tang San finally entered this academy.

"Teacher, thank you." Tang San, who had been watching the entire process, said to the master.

"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?"

Tang San suddenly said: "I understand, then you must be the principal of the academy, or the leader."

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

Tang San asked suspiciously: "Then you are?"

The master said: "I'm just a resident here eating and drinking. Just like everyone else, call me master. Everyone calls me that. I have even forgotten my own name. On the certificate of Wuhun Palace It says your name is Tang San, right? Tang San, you have to understand that the meanings of master and teacher are very different. Don’t call me by the wrong name in the future. Unless..."

Speaking of this, after hearing what he said, there was a scorching light in his eyes, "Unless you really want me to be your teacher."

Tang San was about to speak, but was stopped by Wukong, who said coldly: "Why do you want to accept Xiao San as your disciple? You must know that his Blue Silver Grass is a useless martial spirit, and the look in your eyes reminded me of something bad. .”

Tang San also realized that only Tang Hao and Wukong knew that he had two martial souls, but this master wanted to accept him as his disciple when his martial soul was blue silver grass. This was illogical at all.Thinking of this, Tang San opened the safety of the Sleeve Arrow. As long as the master made any changes, there would be an additional Sleeve Arrow on his neck.

A stiff smile appeared on the master's face and he said: "Your name is Sun Wukong. You are very smart, not as smart as a child. I don't want to harm him, but I don't want the third twin martial artist in this century to The soul is buried.”

This time, not only Tang San, but also Wukong was on guard. No one knew this secret except his family, but now an outsider revealed this secret.