Chapter 7

At present, the understanding of Wu soul needs to be studied slowly.

Perhaps only after obtaining the soul ring can Lingmo really understand the specific mystery of this martial soul.

In the afternoon, Tang San and Tang Hao learned to strike iron. Lingmo was really bored. Then he chose to leave.

"Little three! I'll go back first. See you at Notting college tomorrow... "

With that, Lingmo left without looking back. Looking at his back, Tang Hao, who had been silent, finally spoke.

"Little three! How do you know this boy? "

Tang Hao's suddenly asked each other, which made Tang three gods feel tight. Is there a problem with Lingmo? Why did father ask?

To say that Lingmo has no problem, Tang San doesn't believe it, because all the things he shows are too suspicious.

Although Tang San has regarded Lingmo as a friend in his heart, his vigilance still has a grudge.

As for the unique skill of Tang clan displayed by Shan Lun Lingmo earlier, Tang San wondered whether Lingmo belonged to Tang clan disciples like him.

"Dad, do you think Xiaomo has a problem?"

Tang San hid his worries and pretended to be ignorant.

"This boy is very strange, but his heart is not bad. He is a man and deserves deep friendship!"

In the morning, Tang Hao deliberately tempted Lingmo and robbed him of porridge to see his reaction.

His performance is no different from that of ordinary children, so Tang Hao also relaxed his mind.

But he always thought the boy was very strange. He seemed to be hiding something. It was very deep! This is why Tang Hao showed his meaningful smile before entering the house.

That was the last test, but the performance of Lingmo behind him was also very perfect. There were no flaws at all. From this performance, he should have no problem.

"Strange? What's strange? "

Tang San is curious. Does Tang Hao see anything? Isn't he an ordinary blacksmith? Why can he see what he can't see?

"All right! Continue to strike the iron, hammer 10000 times and prepare dinner... "

After a while, Tang Hao regained his previous lazy appearance and went back to the small black room to sleep, which made Tang San bad.

"Madder! This damn Tang Hao dared to test me... "

On the way back to Daoxiang village, Lingmo's pale little face looked very haggard. The wave of temptation just now stole the martial spirit and almost took himself in.

But I have to say that today's harvest is very great. I not only mastered the unique knowledge of Tang San, but also met the legendary fierce man Tang Hao.

Although it looks very embarrassed, no matter how embarrassed it is, it is also a famous Title Douluo.

Back to the small tree house, Lingmo fell asleep. The mental state consumed too much this day. A sense of sleepiness hit and fell asleep.

The next morning, Altman came to Lingmo, went to the side of the small tree house and shouted, "Xiaomo, come down quickly! We're going... "

I have to say that this is a very dedicated village head, more dedicated than the old Jack next door.

Old Jack is also a famous big man in the Jianghu. He personally escorts the law enforcers of the divine world to school. He also said that Tang Hao is the most useless person in his village, a group of Niupi.

It is estimated that Altman has also embarked on the road of old Jack. In order to win the opportunity to go to school for the great God in the future, the story of one enemy and three alone fighting the big three in the next village is widely spread.

"Good morning, Grandpa village head!"

After leaving the small tree house where she had lived for six years, Lingmo slowly climbed down. This time, she left, and it is estimated that she will never come back.

I can't help feeling sad. Anyway, this is also a pure land in the depths of my heart. It's inevitable that I won't give up my company in countless nights.

Altman's swelling on his face has been eliminated, but he can still vaguely see some dark marks.

They walked together and set off for notting college. In the holy soul village next door, old Jack also took Tang San out.

"Is this notting city? The first copy of the legendary Douluo piercer after walking out of the novice village? It looks interesting... "

After wandering around, Lingmo followed Altman and finally came to the door of notting college. At this time... The people standing at the door are Tang San and old Jack.

In addition, in addition to the two of them, there is a porter.

"Old Jack, what are you doing here?"

Seeing old Jack from a distance, Altman ran up to say hello excitedly. It seems that they know each other.

"Xiao San, I didn't expect you to come faster than me..."

Lingmo went up to say hello to Tang San, and Altman talked with old Jack for a while before he found out their current situation.

"This little brother, we come from Daoxiang village, shenghun village. These two children are working students this year. You see, what procedures do we need to go through? "

It seems that the porter doesn't want them to go in, so Tang San and them also delayed here for a long time.

"Can there be a Golden Phoenix in the grass nest? People in a small village also have soul power? Are you kidding me? Don't bother me, get out of here, or I'll beat you up... "

As soon as the words came out, Tang San's eyes flashed a trace of killing intention, and Lingmo was even more angry.

"You..."

Old Jack Altman was furious. These city people basically looked down on them. Now they are even more embarrassed. They were very angry.

"Get out of here quickly. If I say no, I can't! What shit holy soul village, Daoxiang village! "

The Porter said sarcastically, regardless of their anger, they had been mocking.

In fact, this phenomenon often occurs in the city. As the Porter said, how can a phoenix appear in the grass chicken pile? Don't even think about it.

Basically, there can be no people with soul power in these villages, and notting college has not accepted work students for several years.

This year, there are two at once, which is unrealistic.

Tang San had a murderous intention in his eyes. A sleeve arrow appeared quietly in his right hand, which was already hovering on the edge of his hands.

Lingmo found something wrong with Tang San and thought that the boy was really a cruel man. He was decisive and merciless.

Only the stimulation of words moved his heart. If the stalemate continues, maybe he will really do it.

"Hey, hey, little brother! I think your seal hall is black. There must be a bloody disaster recently... "

At this time, Lingmo sneaked to the front, looked like we were very familiar, avoided Tang San and came directly to the porter.

Altman was even more confused, "Xiaomo, what are you doing..."

The porter looked at the six-year-old child in front of him and disdained to say, "ha ha, I have a disaster of blood? Believe it or not, I'll kill you right away? "

Lingmo didn't answer him. He opened his heavy pupil in an instant. The moment he looked at the porter, the porter was in a trance and knelt down in an instant.

"Huh? What's going on? "

Tang San observed carefully, but because he was behind Lingmo, he didn't see his eyes.

But he felt that it must be the ghost of Lingmo, otherwise the arrogant Porter could not kneel down.

"Alas, if you have something to say, how can you do such a big gift? How embarrassed!"

While saying sorry, Lingmo's palm made a slight force, held the porter's hand, made a sudden force, and pinched his palm in pain.

"Pain, let go of me!"

When the sting came, the porter finally woke up from a trance and only screamed loudly.

However, the louder he shouted, the more excited Lingmo was. He was also angry. He didn't know why the flowers were so red if he didn't give a good lesson to this dog eyed guy.

"All right! Almost... "

At this time, a stiff voice came from behind. When they looked back, they saw a middle-aged man in black. They didn't know when to start and appeared behind them.

Lingmo recognized this person's identity at once. According to the direction of the original work, this should be Yu Xiaogang, the future teacher of Tang San and the famous master in the soul division world?

"Master, you are back..."

At the sight of the master, the porter seemed to find a Savior and was ecstatic.