Chapter 32 The boss of Qishe, the argument between Tang San and Yu Xiaogang
Qishe, as the most unique dormitory.
Their style is just like a gangster, and Xiao Lin also thinks it's good to recognize the boss.
After all, the people in the other dormitories are all students from Notting City, while the students in Qisha are work-study students from various small mountain villages.
Being helpless, if you don’t stick together for warmth and have only one voice in the team, you can easily be bullied.
Of course, Qishe is being bullied a lot nowadays.
As the bottom of the academy chain, they should definitely target Xiao Lin now.
"Hey, new guy, what's your name? Where are you from?"
One of the eight-year-old children looked at Xiao Lin's coarse linen clothes, smelled the same kind of smell, and asked directly.
"Saint Soul Village, your future boss."
Xiao Lin knew the rules of Qishe and was not prepared to listen to their rules. He directly turned against Tiangang and wanted to be the boss.
"Okay, okay, when will it be your turn to be the boss?"
At this time, the eight-year-old child was pulled away directly, and a twelve- or thirteen-year-old child came out from behind, revealing a relatively burly figure compared to his peers.
"I am Wang Sheng, Wuhun Zhanhu, the boss of Qishe, and the future soul master. Who do you think you are?"
Wang Sheng looked disdainful, crossed his chest, and looked at Xiao Lin sideways.
As soon as Wang Sheng finished speaking, a group of children behind him burst into laughter almost at the same time, looking at Xiao Lin like idiots.
"I, Xiao Lin, am a martial soul horned dragon stick and a level 15 fighting soul master. Who do you think I am?"
Xiao Lin smiled, he was interested in teasing these children.
After reporting his martial soul and soul power level, he walked straight towards Wang Sheng.
For a moment, the entire dormitory was silent.
Wang Sheng even looked at the child in front of him who was younger than him, showing timidity and took a few steps back.
"Impossible, how old are you? How can you be at level fifteen?"
Wang Sheng suddenly realized something and remembered what the teacher had taught in class.
He simply didn't believe that Xiao Lin was already at level fifteen at such a young age.
Xiao Lin shook his head slightly, ignored Wang Sheng, directly found a bed near the dormitory door to put down his school uniform, and then prepared to go out to find Tang San.
Although he had a quilt, it would not be good to just take it out in the Qishe dormitory.
In addition, he still needs to transform into Xiao Yan with his mistress to get his own royalties.
Xiao Lin turned around and left, completely ignoring Wang Sheng and the other children.
He was past the point of playing with small children.
Except for Tang San, no child could interest him.
Xiao Wu after that counts as half.
A stupid rabbit, half of it is because she is a hundred thousand year old soul beast?
Xiao Lin wanted to know a lot about Xiao Wu and was full of curiosity about Xiao Wu.
The first is the matter of the soul core, and the second is Xiao Wu’s calculation of whether the soul beast is a human being, or a half-human, half-soul beast?
Since it can’t transform, it still turns out to be a spirit beast, right?
Otherwise, what would the soul beast be doing? What are the benefits?
Wait, wait, these are what Xiao Lin is curious about.
"Stop, you are not allowed to leave."
Seeing that Xiao Lin had already stepped out of the dormitory door, Wang Sheng was a little stunned and shouted directly.
It's just that his shouts don't have much intimidating effect, and they even feel a little intimidating.
Xiao Lin turned his head, glanced at Wang Sheng helplessly, and then unfolded a yellow soul ring.
Suddenly, in the corridor of this small dormitory building, Xiao Lin's bright yellow soul ring unfolded directly through the dormitory wall and appeared in the eyes of several children in Qishe.
As soon as Xiao Lin's yellow soul ring was released, all the children's eyes widened and they stared blankly at the shining soul ring.
"Yellow...yellow!!"
"The first one...is yellow!"
"Big...big brother, he is more powerful than you."
"Nonsense, would I not know?"
"He's my big brother now."
By the time the children recovered from the shock, Xiao Lin had already left the dormitory building and chased Tang San.
"When eldest brother comes back, don't call me eldest brother, call me second brother. Do you understand?" Wang Sheng turned his head, glanced at the other children in the dormitory, and said viciously.
"Yes, second brother!"
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other side.
The entrance to Notting College.
Tang San looked angry at this moment, frowning, looking unkindly at the sloppy middle-aged man in front of him.
He came to buy a quilt, but in the end he was targeted by Yu Xiaogang.
It seemed that Yu Xiaogang knew that he didn't have a quilt, so he came to the school gate and squatted with him.
In public, Tang San didn't want to fight Yu Xiaogang at this time.
Otherwise, with Yu Xiaogang's behavior of blocking the door, Tang San would have almost said that you already have a way to die.
"Tang San, I am Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang. You may not have heard of me, but I can say that no one understands your martial spirit and your secrets better than me."
At this time, Yu Xiaogang was not annoyed when he saw Tang San frowning.
He believed that with his wisdom, sooner or later the genius Tang San would be impressed.
However, what surprised Yu Xiaogang was that Tang San just frowned, thinking it was a joke, and even called him an idiot.
"Tang San, how dare you look down upon your master?"
Yu Xiaogang was immediately anxious. Although he couldn't understand what idiot was...the curse word, but could he not recognize the temperament and tone of the curse?
"Tang San, you don't believe what I say? I am an elder recognized by Wuhun Palace. I am the only wise elder who has achieved success through wisdom and theory."
Yu Xiaogang could still bear it at this time. After all, although he knew the secret of Tang San's twin martial spirits, he didn't want to expose it to others, passers-by.
Otherwise, Tang San might have been taken away by the people from Wuhun Palace.
"idiot!"
Seeing that Xiao Lin's taunting words were ineffective, Tang San immediately added one of his own vulgar words.
"ah--"
"Tang San!"
Yu Xiaogang's defense was really broken at this moment. Tang San actually dared to be so disrespectful and call him an idiot?
He was a master, he relied on wisdom, and he could tolerate everything else Tang San scolded him.
"Okay, okay, Tang San, since you don't trust me like this, then I have no choice but to tell your secret in public."
"You are a twin martial soul, right?"
After Yu Xiaogang finished speaking, he immediately raised his head proudly, turning his dirty and greasy face upward, as if waiting for Tang San to worship him.
At this time, a look of surprise appeared on Tang San's face, and he raised his left wrist slightly, as if he wanted to make a move.
Xuantian Baolu said that he must not let go of those who threaten him.
Yu Xiaogang, you have a way to die!
No, killing him means that he is a twin martial soul.
Then, Tang San immediately raised his left hand, scratched his hair, and asked pretending to be confused.
"What are twin martial souls? Why do you say I am a twin martial soul?"
"snort!"
Yu Xiaogang immediately laughed and shook his head proudly, quite satisfied with Tang San's question.
"As far as I know, you are a genius with innate soul power, but it is Blue Silver Grass that awakens the martial soul. As for the people who possess the martial soul of Blue Silver Grass, I have investigated 647 people with soul power. No more than sixteen, and no one has more than one level of soul power."
"According to one of my ten core competitiveness theories of martial arts, innate soul power is directly proportional to the quality of the martial soul. Blue Silver Grass obviously cannot meet this condition, so..."
"So, why can't I be that special case? My martial spirit can't be the king of Blue Silver Grass, the Blue Silver King?"
Tang San was not at all interested in Yu Xiaogang's ten core competition theories and retorted directly.
"Blue Silver King!?"
Yu Xiaogang was instantly confused by Tang San's rhetorical question, and his CPU was burning for a while.
Blue Silver King? The king of Bluesilver Grass? Martial spirit mutates?
Yu Xiaogang covered his head, the more he thought about Tang San's words, the more likely it became.
Has he become a clown?
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