Douluo: Xiao Yan traveled through time and became the three brothers of Tang Dynasty

"Dad, no matter what you say, I agree." Tang San said without hesitation: "Because I know you must be doing it for my own good."

The setting of Tang San is a person who traveled from ancient Chinese feudal society to Western feudal society. He has no consciousness beyond class at all.

He believed that whatever his father asked him to do was right.

To put it bluntly, I have been used to PUA since I was a child, and I already lack a normal understanding of many things.

Xiao Yan is completely different. As a passionate young man who has been baptized by modern society, he naturally has a strong spirit of resistance, and he has his own views on everything.

Hearing this, Tang Hao was slightly startled, and then said: "Xiaosan, no matter how you practice martial arts in the future, you can't add any soul ring to your hammer martial spirit, and you can't even let anyone see its existence. .”

"Okay, Dad." Tang San responded softly.

On a hill outside Holy Soul Village.

Xiao Yan was sitting on a big rock on the top of the mountain. He discovered that after awakening his martial spirit, not only did his body become stronger, but he could also control the shape of the martial spirit and use it as a weapon.

Xiao Yan, who had his eyes slightly closed, suddenly opened them, and a colorful flame flashed through his eyes. His hands suddenly spread out, his palms pointed upwards, and he shouted softly: " Emperor Yan, appear!"

As Xiao Yan shouted, the palm of his right hand trembled slightly, and then, a raging colorful flame burst out in an instant, and then quickly wrapped his palm.

The soul power surged up in his body and was suddenly injected into the colored flames. Immediately, the originally extremely irregularly shaped colored flames directly turned into a thin fire needle.

Xiao Yan raised his palm slightly, and the colored fire needles spun out and flew out like cutting through the air, piercing a big tree in an instant.

……………

A few hours later.

Old Jack came to the blacksmith shop, probably because he was going to Notting City. He specially wore new clothes today.

"Xiaosan, Xiaoyan, let's go, I'll take you to Notting City Soul Master Academy." Old Jack greeted: "A few days ago, your father came to me before dawn, saying that he was the deacon of Wuhun Palace. Since he didn’t come to pick up Xiaoyan, let me take Xiaosan to Notting City this time and take Xiaoyan with me.”

"Originally, the village only had one place for work-study students. Fortunately, none of the children in the neighboring Emperor Soul Village who awakened martial arts this year had soul power. So I went to their village chief to ask for a place."

Xiao Yan carried the baggage on his back and went straight out of the blacksmith shop, while Tang San shouted into the house: "Dad, I'm leaving. The porridge is ready in the pot. Don't forget to drink it."

After a while.

The door curtain of the blacksmith shop was lifted, and Tang Hao's tall figure walked out. There was no trace of sleepiness in his eyes, and his pupils were vaguely looking at the backs of Tang San and Xiao Yan.

"Xiaosan, the future of the sect and your mother's great enmity depend on you. Father, I am a useless person."

Tang Hao stood at the door of the blacksmith shop without moving, with a hint of self-mockery on his lips.

It was not too far from Holy Soul Village to Notting City. The three of them walked for half a day and had something to eat along the way. In the afternoon, they had entered Notting City.

Notting Junior Soul Master Academy is located in the west of Notting City. After asking passers-by several times, Old Jack finally brought Xiao Yan and Tang San here.

From a distance, the three of them had already seen a tall arch. This arch was more than twenty meters wide and ten meters high. It was repaired from hard rock. There were two black iron doors below.

Through the iron fence, you can see the winding paths inside. A road leads directly to the interior, with tall trees on both sides.

In the middle of the arch, there are four large characters - "Notting College."

After Xiao Yan took a look at the gate, his first reaction was that this college was really rich and much more impressive than the modern university he attended before.

Just from the gate of this academy, Xiao Yan could guess that the profession of soul master was extraordinary in Douluo Continent.

After all, this is just a junior soul master academy. If it were other advanced soul master academies, its gates would probably be even more impressive.

As soon as Old Jack brought Xiao Yan and Tang San to the gate, he was stopped by the young man guarding the gate.

"What are you doing? Where did this beggar come from?" The concierge said with disdain when he saw that Old Jack was dressed simply.

Although Old Jack's clothes were bright and bright in Saint Soul Village, when he arrived in Notting City, he looked completely like a country boy.

Not to mention Xiao Yan and Tang San. They usually didn't even have enough to eat, let alone have any beautiful clothes. Their clothes were in tatters and had a series of patches.

After being scolded by the concierge, Old Jack was not angry. Instead, he smiled and said, "Little brother, we are from Holy Soul Village. These two children are working-study students sent by our village this year. Look, what other procedures need to be completed?" "

"Holy Soul Village? I think it's more like a beggar's village. How can a golden phoenix fly out of a grass nest? Can two people in each small village have soul power at the same time? Our college has not had working students for many years, don't you? Could it be a counterfeit?" The concierge glanced at Xiao Yan and the three of them with disdain, and said in a somewhat sinister tone.

Hearing what the concierge said, Xiao Yan frowned slightly. He didn't expect that Notting College looked glamorous, but the gatekeeper could be so unreasonable.

If he continues to be so messy, he will definitely teach him a lesson.

After saying that, the concierge stretched out his hand, and then weighed it gently a few times, indicating that Old Jack was interested.

But the interesting thing is that old Jack didn't understand what the concierge meant.

"We are not fakes, we have martial arts certificates." Being insulted by a concierge, a trace of anger flashed in Old Jack's eyes, and he took out the martial arts certificate issued by the deacon of Wuhun Hall.

"You..." The concierge almost didn't recover after receiving the martial arts certificate.

The corner of the concierge's mouth twitched slightly, and there was a bit of anger in his eyes. He didn't even look at the martial arts certificate in his hand, and deliberately said: "Your martial arts certificate is fake at first glance, get out of here."

After saying that, the concierge threw the two martial arts certificates back to Old Jack.

The Wuhun certificate cannot be fake, and the concierge knows better than anything else. However, in the past, for those who were sent to work-study students, he would more or less ask others to give him some advice, but Old Jack did not understand this truth.

As the saying goes, the king of hell is easy to deal with, but the devil is difficult to deal with.

"Look at this little poor guy, his clothes are all patched. I think you should find other places to beg." As he said this, the concierge began to drive away Old Jack and his party.

"Who are you calling a little beggar?" Tang San was already ostracized by the children in Holy Soul Village and was somewhat mentally unhealthy. Now he was scolded as a little beggar by the concierge. He had murderous intentions and immediately glared at the concierge.

"What about you? Are you not convinced?" the concierge asked again.

You have a way to die! ——Tang Shenwang

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