Douluo's national art

Classes at the Soul Master Academy only last for half a day. After half a day, the Soul Master Academy will give students a holiday, either to let students practice soul power, or to let students do part-time jobs to earn tuition and fees.

After class this afternoon, Tang San and Ye Zixiao came to the library.The two people found the master's position and looked over from a distance. At this time, the master almost still maintained his posture in the early morning.

At this time, both Tang San and Ye Zixiao looked at the masters who were studying the knowledge seriously and felt what it meant to be a noble person with a great reputation.

There was no hesitation or embarrassment, after all, both Tang San and Ye Zixiao were mature and rational far beyond their age.

They stopped one meter in front of the master and watched the master raise his head in surprise.Without letting Tang San speak first, Ye Zixiao said: "Master? I wonder if you are interested in chatting alone!"

The master looked at the two little brats Ye Zixiao and Tang San. After recognizing that one of them was the murderous little devil from yesterday who wanted to kill a whole family at every turn, he immediately snorted coldly and said: "I'm right. I'm not interested in anything related to you. I can't do anything to you now, but I definitely can't do anything to you. Go away and don't disturb me while I'm reading!"

The master's tone was very strong, and his words were not alarmist. After all, he was the ex-boyfriend of the Pope of Wuhun Temple, the direct son of the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Rex family of the Shangsan Sect, and the core figure of the Golden Iron Triangle who could fight Titled Douluo. .How could a person with such deep knowledge and background really take a level [-] brat seriously?

After hearing what the master said, Ye Zixiao knew that the master simply disliked him, and he didn't care.But letting myself go was impossible.At this moment, Ye Zixiao suddenly bowed and said: "Master, please forgive me for what I did yesterday. I am willing to pay a large amount of compensation to the two dead young people." Ye Zixiao's expression at this time was different. It is full of sincerity and sincerity.

However, the master's reaction at this time was unexpected. He looked directly at Ye Zixiao with terrifyingly cold eyes!

"What does life mean to you? Can it be measured by your few stinky coins?" The master's voice was calm but full of power at this time, as if countless civilians who had been bullied and killed by soul masters were accompanying his question. And roar!

After hearing the master's question, Ye Zixiao straightened up his originally hunched body.Is this question difficult?It's not difficult at all, and anyone can imagine what the decent person who asked this question was thinking.But Ye Zixiao was not prepared to say anything against his will at this time, even if it offended the master, and even if the master did not accept the third brother as his disciple, the worst he could do was give up his own cultivation path and keep studying knowledge and theory to assist the third brother in his cultivation, but he had to continue to If you don’t dare to express your true thoughts, then what’s the point of living!

"The lives of common people are like ants and weeds, living and dying. In this world, they have no status, no freedom, no wealth and power, and the most tragic thing is no wisdom! They are completely different from the soul masters. People, it’s not that I treat common people as nothing but grass, but the soul masters in this entire continent regard common people as nothing! And you, as a member of the soul master class, you are also the soul master who is aloof and regards human life as nothing, you Fundamentally, we don’t treat civilians as equals to you!” Ye Zixiao’s words were like a siege hammer from ancient times, hitting the master’s heart one after another!

"You fart! You are talking nonsense! I think you are unrepentant and hopeless. You are simply a born little devil!" The master looked furious at this time, and he didn't look at all like he was terribly cold just now!

Looking at Master Ye Zixiao, he smiled. After all, he was a cultural worker, not a businessman or a politician who was indifferent to emotion and anger.

I heard Ye Zixiao say with a hint of ridicule: "If the person I killed yesterday was not a civilian but a soul master, would you still be so angry?"

The master felt a little unreasonable when he first heard this sentence. If a commoner himself is like this, let alone a soul master?But he is a smart man after all, so this idea was rejected by him in just a flash.

Think carefully, if what you saw yesterday was Ye Zixiao who killed two soul masters of the same level as a seventh-level soul master, what would you do? You would regard him as your real fighting genius, even if you use yourself The papal decree, using the power of his family, he will definitely protect him and this true genius.

It sounds incredible, but the battle between soul masters is determined by fate.Naturally, the master will not stand up for one party.

The master's thoughts flashed here, and he suddenly understood what Ye Zixiao meant, and his expression changed.

Ye Zixiao had been observing his face, and now he said: "Yes, it's exactly what you thought. You are just as aloof, you are equally indifferent to human life, and you are also a superior soul master of our class. But I am very It's true, but you are hypocritical, you have never cared about human life, all you care about is the feeling of a soul master saving civilians!"

The master's face became ugly, getting uglier and uglier!

And Tang San couldn't help but feel helpless as he looked at Ye Zixiao who was getting more and more excited!I'm afraid the shortcut of finding a famous teacher is useless. From now on, I can only find information and study from one book at a time!

Ye Zixiao looked at himself who was getting more and more excited, and thought to himself: "Lower your head? I can lower my head, but you want me to go against my true intention and even lower my morale? Sorry! It's impossible! There's such a thing as trolling." It feels so good, I really can’t control it!!”