Peerless Tang Sect: I am Yuhao’s demon brother

The green bottle soared into the air, drawing an elegant parabola in the air, and then fell to the ground. When the bottle body touched the marble slab, it made a crisp ding-dong sound.

The bottle shattered, and a green elixir the size of a walnut rolled out, exuding a faint fragrance. The turquoise color was faintly haloed, crystal clear, and had a faint breath of life.

The man in white narrowed his eyes slightly, wanting to take a closer look to see if the new student was stupid.

Huo Dongjun smiled and said in a humble tone, "Teacher is so generous. He took out a soul-raising pill so easily."

If the teacher in front of him really cared about the students, Huo Dongjun might have accepted it, but that kind of superiority, which was exactly the same as in the past, made him feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

The man in white looked carefully at the school uniform on Huo Dongjun, but did not find the mark he wanted. He was sure that the boy in front of him was not among the new core disciples, and said coldly,

"What, do you want the lion to open his mouth?"

Even though he was a teacher in the inner courtyard, he felt slightly distressed. After all, this elixir was worth tens of thousands of gold, and he could easily make money by selling it.

Their martial soul system is not as fast as the soul guidance system in making money, so they still value gold soul coins.

The man in white didn't have any good impression of the young man in front of him, he just felt that he was stupid.

"How is that possible?" Huo Dongjun smiled slightly, "You should leave this thing to the teacher for your own use. I think I don't need this kind of thing."

Although the Ascension Soul Pill is on the same level as the Xuanshui Pill, in terms of value, it is lower. The most important thing is that his pill is really not eye-catching.

In the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, this kind of elixir is considered to be unpopular.

Besides, the elixir was a heretic after all, so Huo Dongjun believed in himself even more.

As for accepting the selling money, Huo Dongjun felt that he was not so short of money.

Ten thousand gold soul coins are just nothing to him. After all, you can't buy anything of real value, and soul coins will always be numbers.

"Hmph, a student like you will never be able to enter the inner courtyard martial arts department in this life."

Teacher Baiyi snorted coldly, shook Baiyi into the air, turned around and walked in the direction he came from.

Huo Dongjun didn't pay attention to his last words. Whether to enter the inner courtyard's martial arts department or not is not something a soul saint can make the decision about.

He looked at the clothes on his body and saw that they had been burned to tatters. He had to go to the dormitory to change clothes.

A moment later, the man in white reappeared. After looking around, he lowered his head and picked up the elixir, blew on it and put it in a white porcelain bottle.

He whispered, "I don't know where this guy came from. I really don't know how difficult it is to make money."

Huo Dongjun quickly changed his clothes and rushed to the white teaching building. There was a theory class this morning.

When they first arrived at the teaching building, Huo Dongjun quietly entered through the back door. Wang Dong was ready to help him cover, but he didn't expect that the teacher at the front desk seemed to have been staring at someone.

He stood at the front desk and glanced at Huo Dongjun, and then said, "This classmate, the teacher is waiting for you in the office."

There was laughter from the audience and whispers, "Who is this, late the next day?"

Huo Dongjun looked helpless and could only go out through the back door and enter the head teacher's office next door.

In addition to independent office buildings, each teaching building has a simple office, and Zhou Yi's office is next door.

But Huo Dongjun didn't expect that this small office would be unexpectedly lively.

Sitting at the front is Zhou Yi, and there are two male teachers who are not young yet sitting on the sofa.

One is in his fifties and the other is in his forties.

Zhou Yi said with a smile, "My good monitor, you are late for class the next day? But let the three of us wait."

"I'm sorry, teacher, something happened on the way, so there's nothing we can do." Huo Dongjun said politely, not wanting to involve Zhou Yi with his anger, "Who are these two teachers?"

Zhou Yigang wanted to ask what happened, but Huo Dongjun's question forced her to introduce it. After all, these two people had been waiting for a long time.

"This is Du Weilun, Teacher Du. He is also the teaching director of the Martial Arts Department of our college."

"Hello, Teacher Du." Huo Dongjun called politely.

The man in front of me is tall, black-faced and beardless, and is probably around fifty years old.

His skin color is darker than that of ordinary people.

"You are such a talented person at a young age," Teacher Du said with a smile, "Your eldest brother Dai Yueheng is a very powerful talent in our martial arts department.

As the vice-captains of this term of the Shrek Seven Monsters, you brothers are all extremely talented. "

He just received news from another teacher last night that a unique genius appeared among the freshmen.

The original martial soul + a variety of self-created soul skills, or even twin martial souls, so I immediately investigated Huo Dongjun's information.

Only then did he discover that he was the third son of the hereditary Duke, General White Tiger.

Because of the development of the soul guidance system, the modern army is particularly terrifying. After all, it is the continuous supply of funds behind a country.

"Teacher, you're welcome." Huo Dongjun smiled, with a hint of distance in his politeness.

The others were not surprised either. After all, he was the eldest son of an aristocratic family and had such a talent. It was normal for him to be expressionless towards the three of them.

Back then, Dai Yueheng was expressionless and extremely arrogant.

"This teacher is Fan Yu, the dean of our soul guidance department and one of the heirs to the dean." Zhou Yi introduced again.

The teacher named Fan Yu is about 1.8 meters tall, with surprisingly broad shoulders, extremely thick arms, and clear lines on his face, giving him a mountain-like sense of heaviness.

"Come to our Soul Guidance Department, all the resources of our department will be devoted to you."

Fan Yu waved his hand and said directly to the point. The expression on his face was sincere and it was easy for others to like him.

"Teacher Fan, isn't this a bit bad? How can a martial soul with such unlimited potential go to the soul guidance department? It should come to our martial soul department!"

The black-faced Du Weilun couldn't sit still. He had just drawn A and was ready to build a good relationship. How could you directly use your ultimate move?

Are you talking about martial ethics?

Du Weilun said solemnly, "Come to our Martial Soul Department. You will definitely have a place among the core disciples of the Martial Soul Department."

He also wants to pat his chest and say that the martial arts resources are open for you, but he doesn't dare. He is just a teaching director. Besides, there are many martial arts factions, and the resources of one series are too outrageous.

Du Weilun never thought that his movements were fast enough and he could be intercepted.

He glanced at Zhou Yi and felt a sudden realization in his heart. He had known that he would have gone to the freshmen dormitory last night to steal the house.

If you can establish a good relationship with the peerless genius in front of you early and wait for the genius to grow up in the future, you can help yourself a lot.

Besides, it can also shorten the relationship with the Duke's Palace. What teacher would refuse?

The two professions of students and teachers are mutually beneficial to each other. The real genius is ahead. Which teacher can see him slip away from his eyes?

"Thanks to the kindness of the two teachers, I need to think more about this matter."

Huo Dongjun thought for a while and gave this answer. It was a reply that was gentle to both parties. Of course, in another word, it was,

Need more money!

The more they paid in front of them, the better their treatment would be, so the fool agreed.