Douluo: I penetrate the world with infinite martial arts

"I asked the master, and he said that the soul guide has been given to his new disciple."

After Dean Nuoding understood Yang Jian's purpose, he quickly answered.

Yang Jian nodded disappointedly, and then asked: "Does the dean know about other storage soul guides?"

After getting the benefit of going to the Soul Hunting Forest this time, Yang Jian has planned to go to the Soul Hunting Forest every once in a while. The biggest trouble is that it is inconvenient to carry things. It would be much more comfortable if he had a storage soul guide. .

Dean Nordin lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then shook his head and said: "Soul guidance devices are inherently precious, and storage devices are rare among them. I only know the one in the master's hand."

So, we can only find a way to get it from Tang San... Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly.

On the opposite side, Dean Nuoding didn't notice anything strange about Yang Jian, and he didn't know what he thought of. Suddenly he sounded happy and said to Yang Jian: "You don't want to accept me as your teacher, what about the master?"

"If you are willing to become his teacher, he might transfer the soul guide to you."

"After all, your talent is much better than his current disciples."

Dean Nordin has a relatively good relationship with the master and has a certain degree of personal contact. Otherwise, he would not have invited him, a useless person with only theory, to come to the academy.

In his opinion, if the master could accept a disciple with unparalleled potential like Yang Jian, it would be of great benefit to him.

"Who are you talking about, the master?"

Yang Jian asked casually.

Dean Nordin thought for a while and said: "He is a teacher in our college. He is very rich in soul master theory and has his own unique insights into soul power and soul rings. Even I am amazed in this regard... ....."

"The master once said a very famous saying, there are no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters. This shows that he has great ambitions and is no ordinary person."

"......"

Absolutely, Dean Nordin said many good things about the master.

In short, it means that the master has strong theoretical knowledge and is very suitable to be a teacher.

Yang Jian:........................

He suddenly said: "What level of soul master is the master?"

The excited Dean Nordin paused and said angrily: "Well, it's only level 29, but... the soul master level doesn't represent everything. Masters have real talents and knowledge. He is only limited by his martial spirit, which makes it difficult for him to advance."

Yang Jian said in surprise: "Didn't you say that there is no useless martial spirit?"

"According to the master's own theory, isn't he the useless soul master he said?"

Yang Jian's impression of the master cannot be said to be bad, only very bad.

While this guy keeps saying that he doesn't have a useless martial spirit, in order to prove his theory, he deliberately accepts Tang San, who has two martial arts spirits, as his disciple. If he really believes in his theory, why not find a trash martial spirit owner with a hoe and a sickle?

Dean Nordin looked at Yang Jian and was speechless for a moment.

Because although he was saying good things for the master, he himself also knew that the master's theory was actually just unrealistic.

A useless martial spirit?

it is ridiculous.

Because there are countless soul masters in this world who have struggled all the way, but are unable to make progress due to problems with their martial souls. The master's theory completely negates the hard work of these low-level soul masters, and attributes the reason why they are unable to advance to their own waste. No wonder 90.00% of the soul masters disdain the master.

"Dean, we all know how important martial souls are to soul masters."

Dean Nordin was still speechless.

He was willing to give Yang Jian a soul-hunting warrant, was willing to give Yang Jian written proof that he didn't have to go to school, and was willing to respond to Yang Jian's needs. Isn't it because he knew that Yang Jian's martial soul was powerful and had unparalleled potential?

"Hey, since you don't like the master's theory, just pretend that I didn't say anything just now."

"But I really have no other news about the storage soul guide."

Dean Nordin sighed and said gently to Yang Jian.

Yang Jian nodded, then blinked and said, "I plan to go to the Soul Hunting Forest in a few days. I want you to see this Soul Hunter..."

Dean Nordin was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "You are really not polite at all."

"I have others. Please keep the Soul Hunter Order for me for the time being. Don't lose it."

Yang Jian looked happy and said with a smile: "Thank you very much, dean. I will keep all the help dean gave me in my heart."

Hearing this, Dean Nordin also had a look of satisfaction in his eyes, and said: "Okay, if you have nothing to do, just leave. I still have college matters to deal with and review."

Yang Jian stepped out of the office door.

As he was going down the stairs, he passed by a tall man with a gentle and handsome face.

At this moment, Yang Jian's breath was suffocated and his steps stopped. His heart seemed to be pinched by invisible hands, and a feeling of palpitations arose spontaneously. The warrior's keen perception allowed him to sense an extremely dangerous existence.

It was obviously a hot day, but a layer of cold sweat appeared on Yang Jian's back.

"Kid, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

A gentle voice came from behind. Yang Jian calmed down, then looked at the elegant but aloof face, shook his head and said, "I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

After saying that, Yang Jian pretended to be a child and ran away quickly.

Qian Daoliu looked at Yang Jian's leaving figure, thoughtfully.

"This child seems to have noticed the fluctuations in my restrained soul power............."

"But how is that possible? It must be an illusion."

After memorizing Yang Jian's face, Qian Daoliu withdrew his gaze and walked to the dean's office.

On the other side, Yang Jian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked back with lingering fear.

"The feeling just now was really scary. It was countless times more powerful than the blood zero's aura."

Although the feeling of danger like facing a savage beast only passed for a fleeting moment, that moment was enough for Yang Jian to feel how scary that person was.

"This kind of person must be at least a titled Douluo."

"Looking at the word "hun" on his clothes, he should be from Wuhun Palace."

"Why would a titled Douluo from Wuhun Palace come to Notting College?"

Yang Jian frowned and thought as he returned to the dormitory.

He vaguely grasped some relevant things in his mind, but it was difficult to present specific results. This feeling made him a little uncomfortable.

When walking through the playground, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Tang San who was cleaning.

In an instant, the clues connected in his mind, and Yang Jian gradually understood the cause and effect.

"Su Yuntao said that the Great Elder of Wuhun Palace plans to adopt Tang San as his adopted son and bring him into the Wuhun Palace."

"That person just now, if nothing unexpected happens, is Sendaoliu."

"Martial Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu, Tang Hao, Tang San..."

"After arresting Tang Hao, you also want to recruit Tang San as a thug in the Wuhun Palace. It's really heartbreaking."

On the other side, Tang San and several work-study students noticed Yang Jian's gaze and looked towards him.

Tang San himself was deep in thought and didn't react at all, but the 1.7-meter-strong work-study student Wang Sheng next to him couldn't help it.

"What are you looking at? Are you looking for a beating?"

Yang Jian was slightly startled, pointed at himself, and said, "Are you talking about me?"

Before Tang San could stop him, Wang Sheng strode closer, almost touching Yang Jian, and then taking advantage of his age and height, he glared condescendingly at Yang Jian.

"It's you I'm talking about. I think you're unhappy, young master. Being rich is a big deal."

"Would you like to try again?"

He felt that Yang Jian looked at them because he looked down on the work-study students and was angry because of his inferiority complex.

Opposite him, a smile slowly appeared on the corner of Yang Jian's mouth, he raised his head, looked at Wang Sheng calmly, and said indifferently: "Then if I look at it again, what should you do?"