Nine Transformations Dragon

Chapter 68 Soul Contract
With Osengaro's loud laugh, the pressure disappeared immediately.At this time, Yang Wenlong felt that the clothes all over his body were wet with sweat, and thought to himself: "Damn, I just took a shower, and I have to wash it again in a while. But the number one powerhouse in the mainland is really bloody, to ask Such a naive question, do I still need to ask Yang Wenlong?"

After calming down a bit, he turned around and said with a smile: "Hehe, you are the most powerful person in the mainland, Osengaro?"

"Bold, how dare you call the dean's name directly!"

Derek's aura suddenly surged, as if he wanted to flatter the dean, but he really couldn't see anything special about the kid in front of him, and wanted to try him, so he used at least half of his aura to press on Yang Wenlong.

'Pfft! '

The sudden oppression made Yang Wenlong, who was hit hard, spit out a mouthful of blood, and then rolled his eyes to the ground.

"Master Yang Wenlong!" Nicholas yelled immediately, and then ran over.

"Derek, you!..." The dean was a little annoyed and wanted to accuse the vice dean.

"Master Dean, this kid is nothing special. Brother Nigu, are you deliberately using him to fool us? A crippled man of magic and martial arts, you just say that he is incomparably miraculous, you..."

"Okay, Derek, don't talk without my order. Really, you still have that hot temper after all these years." Osengaro blamed.

Nicholas took out a medicine for Yang Wenlong to eat. It was a kind of refreshing medicine prepared by the pharmacist, a kind of auxiliary medicine, which was used to treat those who fainted due to fright.

Waking up, Yang Wenlong glared at Derek, then at Nicholas, only to find helplessness and worry on his face.I thought that he might have something to do, maybe he didn't betray himself, but the dean and the others were forcing him.It is not difficult to imagine that he was really forced to do nothing just by promoting him to be the vice president.

The dean sitting on the chair and the strong man standing behind him have not moved a bit. Seeing Yang Wenlong wake up, the dean said again: "Yang Wenlong, I will formally appoint you as the tutor of the academy tomorrow, but I heard that you don't know anything. Can teach, so, I don’t know what class you want to be the tutor of?”

When Yang Wenlong heard what the dean said, his heart skipped a beat. He said these words at the entrance of the cafeteria, but the dean already knew about it, and he knew it after a while, which meant that he was being watched.

"Hehe! Don't get me wrong, no one is watching you, but I directly ordered those deacons to find you with my spiritual sense, so my spiritual sense has been paying attention to them to see if they have followed my instructions, so, I overheard what you said." Osengaro saw Yang Wenlong's eyes, knew what he was worried about, and immediately explained.

"Yes, I can teach everything, so if you want to accept me as your tutor, and you are not afraid that I will spoil your students, then set up a separate class for me, called 'Ultimate Class', no matter what occupation you are You can come to my class, but you also need to pass my assessment." Yang Wenlong thought to himself that since you want to play, I will accompany you to play, and if you want to get something from me, you have to lose something.As long as there are people who join this ultimate class, I have the confidence to let those people stand on my side, and even become my own power.

"Okay, I promise you, Derek, you can arrange this right away. The recruiters of 'Ultimate Class One' are all grades, and there is no grade and age limit, but the tutor in charge of recruitment will let Yang Wenlong go by himself. Alright, today This is the end, I'm going back to accompany my naughty granddaughter, Yang Wenlong do a good job, I hope you won't let me down, only the people in the room know about you, other people won't know." The dean finished Stand up and leave, and the strong man who left with him frowned when he passed by Yang Wenlong.

Derek followed the dean without saying anything, leaving the two in the room. Yang Wenlong said coldly: "Nicholas, what did you say to the dean and the others?".

Nicholas knew that Yang Wenlong would ask him this question as soon as they met, so when he came to the academy, he hid in his room all the time because he hadn't found a good reason to explain it.

"Mr. Yang, actually I didn't say anything. The dean and the others don't know anything. They just guessed that you are amazing. Because I used combat skills to fight with Derek, the deputy dean. My greatest wish in this life is to be able to I returned to the academy in a fair manner. I entered the academy when I was very young, but at that time my parents went to complete an imperial mission and died on the way. At that time, I regarded the academy as my home. I raised him, so even if I risk my life, I have to go back to the academy." Nicholas said aggrievedly.

"You mean the dean and the others know that I taught you your combat skills?" Yang Wenlong heard that it was as he imagined, and the secret of his combat skills was revealed.

"No, no, they don't know where I got my combat skills, because I just said that I was promoted from a martial artist to a quasi-god in a few months. These have something to do with you, and nothing else Say."

"Really?" Yang Wenlong thought that if the dean only started to imagine himself based on this little clue, then he still has a lot of room for development.First of all, let them get to know themselves slowly, and when they feel that they can't find any secrets in themselves and want to give up, they will immediately reveal some magic. Slow growth, and a very safe foothold.

"It's absolutely true, if there is a half-truth, I, Nicholas, will die!" Nicholas began to swear, but this kind of oath is all lip service to Chinese people.

"Okay, don't talk about those useless things. If you really have a clear conscience, why don't you sign a soul contract with me and swear? Who would believe it!" Yang Wenlong felt that this old man was very interesting, and he even thought of swearing.

"I..., well, I will sign a soul contract with you!" Nicholas wanted to prove that what he said was true, but it was useless to just say it. Signing a contract was the most direct way to explain.

"Hehe! Forget it, I, Yang Wenlong, don't want others to control my destiny, nor do I want to control the fate of others. Well, I'm tired after driving for a few days. I'm going to rest. I really don't know tomorrow the dean will How can you torment me, let me reveal something that they all think is miraculous." After Yang Wenlong finished speaking, he slowly left the dean's management room.

In the early morning of the next day, Yang Wenlong recalled the school's work and rest time. When he heard the magic bell, he also got up and tidied up. He changed into a set of loose clothes and went to the field downstairs. Slowly waving his hands to play 'Tai Chi'.

(End of this chapter)