Douluo: Xiao Yan joins Wuhun Palace and vows to kill Tang San

Chapter 10: Meeting the master for the first time and attending the banquet!

"Kung Fu can still evolve!?"

"Yes."

"Then, teacher, you must have practiced?"

"Uh...no."

"Then there must be someone who practices this technique and becomes the strongest!"

"Uh...still not."

Xiao Yan's eyes gradually darkened, and the veins on his forehead trembled unconsciously.

He suppressed the urge to hit and said speechlessly: "So what do you mean, you don't know anything?"

Yao Lao smiled enigmatically, "No, no."

"If you start practicing the techniques from Huang Jie, you will naturally have to start practicing them from the very beginning."

"Presumably both me and the powerful people who have obtained this technique have missed the best opportunity to practice it."

Yao Lao narrowed his eyes and looked at Xiao Yan, who was still angry next to him, and said sarcastically: "And you are its chosen one!"

"The Chosen One?"

"I think he is the unjust one chosen by God!" Xiao Yan said coldly.

Yao Lao slapped Xiao Yan directly on the back of the head, "Are you kidding? You are a teacher, how can you be regarded as the wronged child?"

"How often do you think of me as your wrongdoer?"

Yao Lao comforted him: "I'm serious this time!"

"When you get your first soul ring, you will know the benefits of my technique!"

The corners of Xiao Yan's mouth twitched.

Considering my current self, I am not qualified enough to practice this technique!

"It's getting late, it's time to go to the banquet."

There was already a layer of dusk hanging on the horizon.

Gray and light yellow.

The red fire cloud is a rare beauty in this world.

Walk all the way to the address of Wuhun Palace in Nuoding City.

Xiao Yan stood slightly, and some big shots came from a distance.

Someone is holding a red invitation, looking majestic!

His eyes were full of indifference, and he was dressed in golden clothes, looking extremely majestic!

The six-legged galloping horse served as a carriage, and he stepped down like a royal nobleman, and then entered amid a crowd of people.

"That's the Lord of Notting City, a powerful Soul Saint!"

Pedestrians were surprised to see such a person who was usually invisible.

"The deputy palace master has restored his cultivation and invited everyone from all over. Even the city lord has to give face!"

"As expected of the Spirit Hall, a guest of the empire!"

"Maybe this is the person with the red invitation!"

There were many pedestrians, but only a few could enter the feast.

Everyone is a famous person in Nuoding City!

"The dean of Notting College is here too, and he is a Soul Emperor!"

Another person arrived, about 50 years old, with a touch of elegance.

He is the Dean of Notting College, holding a black invitation!

"Hey, who is the person behind him!?"

"A middle-aged man whose soul power is only level [-] is actually qualified to follow the dean!"

It was a lost man, with an unkempt face and a very frustrated look.

There was even a touch of coldness in his eyes.

The dusty clothes look like a beggar.

"You can go to a banquet dressed like this? You really don't take the deputy palace master seriously!"

"It must be some big shot who wants to give the deputy palace master who has recovered his cultivation a kick in the ass!?"

"Brother, who is that?" Xiao Yan was slightly curious about this person's identity and asked the person next to him.

The passerby glanced at Xiao Yan and laughed and said, "He is a famous master, hahaha!"

The title is Master.

But this passerby clearly revealed ridicule in his words.

"What does his master... mean?" Xiao Yan asked uncertainly with a little idea.

"Of course he is a master of soul masters! This man is a genius who has the ten major theories of soul masters!"

It was clear that every word was a compliment, but Xiao Yan could still tell that this person was laughing at the master.

"It seems that you really know nothing, kid!" The passer-by shook his head with pity on his face, "I will introduce you to this person today!"

"A person who possesses ten major theories and has even developed the cultivation of a soul master into a titled Douluo... Guess his realm!"

"This kind of people?"

Xiao Yan murmured: "At least he should be a titled Douluo!"

Passers-by laughed loudly and said: "But he is just a great soul master with a soul power of more than 20 levels!"

At the entrance of Wuhun Palace,

Lan He, as Yu Tianming's adopted grandson, was receiving him at the entrance.

The dean of Notting College entered, but the master was stopped.

Lan He glanced at the master, "Sorry, the banquet does not accept disheveled people..."

"Stop looking down on others!" the master scolded.

He thought that this Blue River was also the guy who usually laughed at his ten theories!

At this time, I am deliberately stumbling on him!

Lan He frowned, "I respect you from the bottom of my heart, Master!"

"At the same time, please respect my ancestor Jade!"

"Master, I don't mean any harm, it's just that your clothes are indeed very untidy!"

"I think you are disrespecting the deputy master of Wuhun Palace."

The master in front of him was dressed in black linen clothes, covered with dust.

Not to mention tidy, it's like being dug out of a garbage heap.

"This is just an external thing, just like your prejudice, I won't take it seriously at all!"

"You're going too far. I just want you to wear clothes that are a little... dust-free!"

"Huh! Dean!" The master turned his head and looked at the dean next to him.

The dean of Notting College shook his head, stopped in front of Lan He, and said with a helpless smile: "He is indeed a good friend of mine. He has always had this temper. Let's let him go today!"

Lan He was speechless, but he couldn't hinder the dean's face.

This person's identity is among the top ten people in Notting City!

"What a dog looks down upon others!" the master spat, cursed and left.

At the entrance where the red carpet was rolled out, a pool of thick phlegm stood out.

"This master... is really eclectic." Xiao Yan rolled his eyes, thinking that this master might really not care about these so-called outfits.

Otherwise, when invited to a banquet, you still wear clothes like that.

Isn’t this just a slap in the owner’s face?

Even Xiao Yan, who was usually not very particular, deliberately put on a new set of clothes.

After thinking about it, Xiao Yan became even more curious about this master.

He also walked towards the entrance.

"Boy, don't get so close to watch the fun, or they'll kick you out!"

A passerby on the side grabbed Xiao Yan.

"That's right, do you really think that everyone can go to today's feast? There are a lot of big shots from the city gathered here!"

"If you get too close, you might get into trouble!"

Xiao Yan smiled helplessly and caught a glimpse of Lan He, who was looking around anxiously at the entrance.

Looking at the passers-by, Xiao Yan chuckled and said: "Believe it or not, that guy who stopped the master will invite me in as a grandpa later!"

A group of passers-by looked at Xiao Yan as a fool.

"That's the grandson of the deputy palace master, how can you be his brother!?"

younger brother! ?

I'm still his brother!

Xiao Yan said teasingly: "Bet a gold coin. If I do it, each of you will give me a gold coin!"

"If you lose, I'll give each of you ten yuan!"

Passers-by immediately gathered around him.

"Once you say something, no child can regret it!"

"Of course!"

Xiao Yan smiled lightly and adjusted his clothes casually.

At the entrance, Blue River also happened to be looking over.

While all the passers-by were stunned, Lan He rushed over and hugged Xiao Yan's thigh.

"Grandpa Yan, you are finally here. My grandpa almost thought I didn't invite you and wanted to beat me to death!"

Xiao Yan turned his head and showed an innocent smile to the passers-by.

Passers-by shouted, "What a fool!"

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