Douluo's opening check-in Holy Soul Village

Jiang Liang is a person who does whatever he wants.

Just when Jiang Liang was getting the gold soul coins in the system space.

The guard was unhappy.

Jiang Liang just stayed there stupidly.

In the eyes of the guard, he ignored his warning and looked down on him.

So he said aggressively: "You little beggar, I told you to get out. Can't you hear me? This is not the place you should be. If you don't get out, don't blame me for being rude." After saying that, he squeezed his fists and made a gesture. The deputy looked ready to take action at any time.

At this time, Jiang Liang also got the gold soul coin from the system space.

Hearing what the guard said, he was not angry.

Still pretending to take out a heavy small bag from behind.

Then he opened it and took dozens of gold soul coins directly from inside, and smashed it hard on the guard's face.

The golden soul coin hit the guard in the face.

Dozens of gold soul coins are still very heavy, and of course it will be very painful.

However, the guard was just stunned for a moment, and then showed a licking expression.

Then it was like he was a new person, no longer the sarcastic doorman he was before.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, young master, no uncle, the villain said the wrong thing just now. Don't take it to heart if you don't remember the villain's fault." The guard smiled with a dog-licking expression.

Then Jiang Liang ignored him, took out more gold soul coins, and smashed them in his face.

The guard was not unhappy, but instead smiled wider.

You have to know that your salary is only a dozen yuan, and now you meet an old man who spends so much money. Can you not be happy if you spend it on yourself?

Although he just called him a beggar and he threw money at himself, he believed that he would be fine.

The young man in front of him who was dressed in rags, although his clothes were in tatters, was either a noble or a member of a large sect who could spend so much money at once. If he had cared about him, he would have died a thousand times ago.

After Jiang Liang smashed hundreds of gold soul coins, the guard's face was swollen like a pig's head.

Jiang Liang felt really good about smashing people. Sure enough, no wonder the novels in his previous life were all written like this. It felt so good to hit people with money.

Not only will the other person not be angry, but they will also smile at you with a smile on their face.

Jiang Liang collected the money into the system space.

Then he said to the guard like an uncle: "I came here to enroll, and I used the money on the ground to help me buy two sets of clothes that fit me. The rest is yours." Jiang Liang pointed with his toe arrogantly. Refers to the gold soul coins underground.

The guard licked his lips quickly and said, "Yes, yes, I'll do it right now. Master, just wait a moment. Come on, come on, sit down first."

After saying that, the guard moved a stool from somewhere and placed it at the entrance of the college.

Jiang Liang sat on it without saying anything. The guard hurriedly picked up the gold soul coins on the ground, and the other one was anxious, as if someone would snatch it from him.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the guard came towards Jiang Liang with two pairs of clothes.

Jiang Liang took the clothes, regardless of whether there were people on the street or students from the college.

I took off my clothes right on the street and was going to put on the newly bought clothes.

Yes, the protagonist is so shameless.

What Jiang Liang was thinking was that if he went to the Academic Affairs Office dressed like a beggar gang, he might be beaten out directly.

It would be too troublesome to change bars elsewhere.

Since he was thick-skinned anyway, he decided to change into it on the street.

As for men, if you look at yourself, everyone has it anyway, it’s nothing to look at. At most, it’s just to see who’s bigger.

If a woman has to watch it, then it doesn't matter, since she won't suffer any loss anyway.

When the doorman saw that Mr. Jiang Liang was about to change into new clothes on the street, he quickly opened his hands to block it, as if he was afraid of being seen by others.

Very much like a dog that protects its owner.

Isn't that right? In his eyes, people who casually take out hundreds of gold soul coins to hit people are either nobles or people from large sects. It is normal for them to have some quirks.

If you can't afford to offend yourself, why can't you lick it?

There were relatively few pedestrians and students on the road, and the guard blocked most of the view, so basically no one saw Jiang Liang's shameless behavior.

After Jiang Liang changed into clothes, although they were ordinary clothes, his face and demeanor, which looked a bit childish and handsome, changed a lot.

Jiang Liang ignored the tattered clothes he threw on the ground.

Walked towards the gate of the college.

When the guard saw that Jiang Liang was about to enter the college, he didn't even stop him. He opened the door for him diligently and respectfully escorted Jiang Liang in.

It has to be said that wherever the rich are, they are all rich.

At first I looked down on you because of your rags and taunted you, but now after spending money on you, I just let you go without even caring whether Jiang Liang has a certificate from Wuhun Palace.

In the eyes of the guard, Jiang Liang must be a young man somewhere, and he still needs the damn Spirit Hall to prove it.

Jiang Liang walked away and suddenly remembered something

Then he looked at the doorman in front of him.

Then he said meaningfully: "There will be a work-study student named Tang San in the next few days. He is a good friend of mine. Please take care of him, brother." Jiang Liang originally wanted to pat the guard on the shoulder, but he was too tall. Not that high, the raised hand was lowered again.

The guard was also a good person. He saluted and said, "Promise to complete the task, and I will entertain your friend well."

Seeing the "you know" expression on the guard's face, Jiang Liang left with satisfaction.

Inside the college, Jiang Liang looked at the map on the notice board. Notting College was mainly divided into several areas.

Jiang Liang took a quick look and saw that there were teaching buildings, canteens, playgrounds and a park.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Liang followed the instructions on the map and came to the Academic Affairs Office in the teaching building.

The Academic Affairs Office is on the first floor of the teaching building.

Jiang Liang quickly arrived at the door of the Academic Affairs Office, and Jiang Liang knocked politely.

"Please come in." A middle-aged calm voice came from inside.

Jiang Liang opened the door and saw the trio who were mocking the master in the anime again.

A middle-aged man with a beard and wearing a vest and suit should be the director. As for the name of director Jiang Liang, I don't know.

There are also two slightly younger people, who should be the director's assistants.

Jiang Liang didn't say much and went straight to the topic: "Hello, I came here to sign up."

"Come and sign up? Okay, please show your Wuhundian certificate." The director didn't say much and went straight to the point.

Jiang Liang didn't panic. Although he didn't have the Wuhun Palace certificate with him, he had another way to prove it.

"Teacher, I don't have a certificate from Wuhun Palace. Can I prove it in other ways?" Jiang Liang scratched his head awkwardly, but his eyes were very firm.

The middle-aged director wanted to get angry on the spot when he heard that there was no proof from Wuhun Palace.

But after hearing the second half of Jiang Liang's words, he suppressed his anger.

But his eyes always showed a bit of displeasure.

After all, the proof of Wuhun Palace is very important.

In the entire Douluo Continent, every child who reaches the appropriate age undergoes the martial soul awakening in the Wuhun Hall.

The certificate from Wuhun Palace records their innate soul power and martial soul.

This is also an important basis for admissions to all colleges.