"Blue Silver Grass? When will Blue Silver Grass be able to be practiced?" He pretended to be slightly startled and looked extremely surprised. The acting expert Yang Pojun came online.

If Yang Pojun was pretending, then the others behind him were really surprised, especially Tailong, whose mouth suddenly burst into laughter, looking at Tang San as if he were an idiot.

The rest of Shrek glared angrily, but Tang San looked calm and said the classic words very cooperatively: "My teacher once said that there are no useless martial spirits, only useless spirit masters."

After hearing this, the master's gloomy expression gradually softened, and an ugly smile like an old father appeared on his stiff face. He took a deep breath. Everyone in the world looked down on me and said I was a waste. Now my theories are being verified one by one on Xiaosan.

,Facts have proved that my theory is correct.

Ha... There is no useless martial spirit, only a useless soul master. He is worthy of being a brother to Flanders. One is misleading children, the other is cheating, these words are just deceiving children!

Yang Pojun really wanted to tell Tang San, you have been deceived, you are stupid, your Blue Silver Grass is not an ordinary Blue Silver Grass, it is the unique Blue Silver Emperor, which is enough to compete with the top martial arts spirits on the continent.

Comparable high-end goods!

In fact, Yang Pojun does not need to evaluate whether the master's theory is correct or not. You can know it from other people's attitudes towards the master.

It may be unconvincing for someone to say that he is a waste, but the soul master world in the entire continent is not all idiots. Why is there not a discerning master who is this treasure boy?

Why don't others believe his theory, "There are no useless martial arts spirits, only useless soul masters"? As long as he looks in the mirror before going out, he would not have said such a thing if he had just drank a few sips the night before.

Not to mention that Tang Hao recognized the master. Compared with the teachers in the Notting Junior Soul Master Academy, the master obviously has an advantage. If Tang Hao did not retire and stayed in the Haotian Sect, do you think he would be willing to

Tang San handed it to the master.

Although he was slandering in his heart, on the surface, Yang Pojun nodded with deep approval: "Well said, being able to say this clearly shows that your teacher is a powerful soul master. Otherwise,

I can’t even say such grand words.”

"???"

The corner of Tang San's mouth twitched, and his face looked slightly embarrassed: "No, you are wrong. Affected by the martial spirit factor, although my teacher is not strong, his theory is invincible..."

After finishing speaking, Tang San felt vaguely that something was wrong...

"Affected by martial arts factors? Didn't you say that there are only useless soul masters and no useless martial arts? Blue Silver Grass can cultivate to more than thirty levels, what martial spirit can be worse than Blue Silver Grass?" Wrinkle

Frowning, Yang Pojun looked at Tang San with a puzzled expression!

A sentence of torture from the soul, Tang San was stunned...

What is a slap in the face at the speed of light, a stab in the back from the soul, and an invisible stab in the heart?

Yang Pojun never looked at the master, as if he really didn't know who Tang San's teacher was!

There was nothing strange about his innocent face.

That is to say, there is no Oscar in Douluo World, otherwise the Academy Award this year would have to go to Yang Pojun!

“…”

Even though Tang San was a man with an exquisite mind, he was speechless at this moment. He felt that Yang Pojun did it on purpose, but he had no evidence.

After all, he said it himself, so it is reasonable for him to ask...

Luo Sanpao: There are no useless martial spirits, only useless soul masters, are you right? Yu Xiaogang.

At this moment, the master's face could no longer be described as ugly. One second, a smile was still hanging on his face, and the next second, his expression suddenly lost control.

"No...impossible...how could it be like this?" The master's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he was suddenly immersed in a hundred thousand reasons.

At this moment, Flanders had already walked over, and his expression changed drastically when he heard Yang Pojun's question. He knew that the master had been obsessed with the study of martial arts since his emotional frustration. It can be said that before Tang San appeared, the martial soul theory was the master's.

everything of.

After so many years, he may not realize why his theory has not been accepted by the world, but how could Flanders not know?

It's just that out of sympathy, he didn't want to attack the master.

Now, after completely losing Liu Erlong, his theory has burst like a bubble. One can imagine what a fatal blow this is to the master's fragile mind!

Through the lenses, a pair of pupils stared sharply at Yang Pojun, Flanders not hiding his murderous intent.

After giving the master a complicated glance with dull eyes, Liu Erlong's intuition told her: "This little bastard definitely did it on purpose. He knows that Xiaogang is this kid's teacher."

However, even though he guessed it, Liu Erlong still remained silent.

Don't ask, if you ask, just do it on purpose. Whatever my little man says is right!

"Fuck, that's too bad..." Almost simultaneously, all the teachers and students at Shrek glanced at the pale-faced master with dull eyes, and the same thought came to their minds.

When they looked at the master again, everyone had mixed feelings in their hearts. They were not Flanders, they had no life-long friendship with the master, and they were not Tang San. They were like father and son with the master. They were just spectators.

However, the only thing that is the same is that their faces are slightly ugly. After all, the master is also a member of Shrek. If the master is embarrassed when he is away from home, it is equivalent to the shame of the entire Shrek...

Unlike the teachers and students of Shrek, except for Liu Erlong and Yang Pojun, everyone at Lanba Academy seemed a little confused at first, not knowing who the teacher named Tang San was.

However, as everyone in Shrek glanced at the master, they turned their eyes and aimed at the new leader...

Oh...it can't be him, right?

In silence, all the Lanba students present looked at the master, some with disdain, some with contempt, some with gloating, and some shaking their heads and sighing.

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The master swayed, and a layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead. He felt that his heart was beating violently, the blood rushed to his face, and a sense of shame arose spontaneously.

Being stared at by everyone, the master felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He lowered his head and his throat was swollen. He wanted to dig a hole in the ground and get in!

"Xiao Gang..." Flender reached out to support the master who was about to fall, and Flanders had mixed feelings in his heart.

The shame on his face receded like a tide, and the master froze there, not daring to move: "I...I'm fine..."

He deserves to die... Tang San's face was gloomy, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and when he looked at Yang Pojun again, his eyes were already burning with blazing anger.

He doesn't care whether the master's theory is correct or not, he only knows that Yang Pojun deserves to be punished for humiliating his division commander in front of everyone!

Seeing Tang San's cold side glance, Yang Pojun bowed his hands and apologized repeatedly: "Oh, Master is your teacher? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it..."

"No one is a saint, and no one can make mistakes. Xiaogang, don't be surprised. Xiaojun said it unintentionally. Xiaojun, why don't you apologize to Xiaogang quickly?" For some reason, Liu Erlong felt a sense of comfort in his heart.

However, on the surface, he scolded Yang Pojun with a serious face.

"Oh...oh...oh...Master, I'm sorry, sir, but you don't want to be on the same level as me!" Seeing that his purpose of irritating Tang San was achieved, Yang Pojun listened to his little aunt's opinion obediently.

The master looked pale and shook his head feebly. He did not dare to raise his head or even look at Liu Erlong. His pride was ruthlessly trampled on, but he was unable to refute, God, why are you so unfair to me...

I'm not a waste...no...

"Come on, it's useless to talk more. I will prove to you that the teacher's theory is correct!" Looking at the master's lost expression, Tang San felt like his heart was twisting in a knife. From childhood to adulthood, the master was the only one who thought that he was like a human being.

The existence of a parent and son, and he has long regarded the master as his father.

Therefore, Tang San has already made murderous intentions at this moment!

However, Tang San knew that the person who could make Dai Mubai feel afraid was not weak, but he still had a hidden weapon as a back-up. Maybe his soul power was not as good as his, but if he added a hidden weapon, the outcome would still be unknown.

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"Okay, let's do it! Yang Pojun, Wuhun Blood Dragon Soul Shocking Gun, as for the level, you don't need to know, and I won't bully you. As long as you can force me to use soul skills, you will win."

Arrogant...

Outright discrimination...
Chapter completed!