Douluo Dalu

The Fine Arts Conference 12.05 officially began, and all the Tangmen brothers and sisters are welcome to attend. At the same time, please also ask everyone to vote for the recommendation. Thank you.

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"The master is indeed 'invincible', but it is theoretically invincible. Of course, he still needs those theories to become a reality. Director, I still remember that the master has a ten-core core competitiveness. It’s just too ridiculous.”

"Enough, the master is a friend of the dean. I can't judge myself. Although no one has proved that his theory is correct, no one has proved his theoretical error. In the Wushou world, the master is a famous figure. ""

"No, director, it should be a famous clown. Anyone is only a joke."

Hearing the conversation inside, Tang San’s footsteps only paused a little, and he continued to walk outwards. There was a hint of disdain at the corner of the mouth, of course not for the master that he had just recognized, but for the three teachers in the Academic Affairs Office.

Just from a simple proof, you can see that you are a twin martial art, and that one of the other powerful martial arts is just a joke?

Invincible theory? What I need most now is theory. The power of the master cannot be imparted to the apprentice, and the knowledge is imparted. These people are not even clear about this point, and they are also the teachers of the college.

There is only one dormitory building, which is very easy to find. The students and teachers of the college live here. As old Jack said, there are very few people who can become soul teachers, especially in the remote cities of Notting. There are not many students and teachers in the entire college, and a dormitory building is completely affordable.

There are only seven students in the dormitory, because the students of the Primary Soul College are relatively young. In order to better manage the students, each grade student lives in a large dormitory. And the number of students in each grade of Notting Primary Soul College is only about forty.

The lower three floors of the dormitory house carry seven large dormitory rooms for students, each of which has a teacher.

Qishe is a special place in the seven student dormitory, and the conditions are also the worst. It is a place dedicated to workers and students. After all, the college is not a good church. Although the tuition fees of the students are reduced, the treatment is not as good as the average student.

Qishe is also the only mixed dormitory of all ages, regardless of grade, all the students are living here.

When Tang San had just walked to the seventh door, he heard the noise coming from inside. The door was open and he went to the door and looked inward.

This is a wide room with nearly three hundred square meters. There are a total of fifty beds in it, but there are only beds, and there are only eleven beds in the bedding. At this time, there are seven or eight years in the eight. Children between the ages of 12 and 12 are noisy.

Tang San knocked on the door, and the children who spoke turned their heads in his direction. One of the older children looked at Tang San, who was covered in patches and walked toward him.

This child is nearly two heads taller than Tang San. The figure is quite burly at his age. When he walks to Tang San, some of them are looking at him with a condescending look: "New students?"

There was a kind smile in the face of Tang San. "Hello, I am a work student from the Holy Spirit Village."

"My name is Wang Sheng, Wuhun is a war tiger, the future war soul division. It is also the head here, boy, what is your name? What is Wuhun?"

"My name is Tang San, and the Wuhun is blue silver grass."

"Blue silver grass? When can the blue silver grass Wuhun also cultivate?" Wang Sheng put on a very surprised look, the children in the dormitory mostly followed the laughter, watching Tang San's eyes is like watching an idiot.

Tang San still smiles, "Please let me?"

Wang Sheng did not pay attention to the words of Tang San. "Small three sons, I am the boss here. You will listen to me later, do you know?"

The smile on Tang’s face gradually disappeared. “My name is Tang San, not a little three.” The elders kindly called him a little three. He wouldn’t care, or a good name would be nothing, but the so-called boss in front of him obviously I want to give him a horse.

Wang Sheng raised his hand and pushed it on the shoulder of Tang San. He pushed him back a few steps. "I will call you a little three, what's wrong? Not convinced?"

Tang San smiled and shook his head gently. The school uniform in his hand was placed on a bed next to him. When Wang Sheng wondered what he was doing, suddenly, he found that Tang San in front disappeared.

The other students clearly saw that Tang San’s speed was very fast. He had already come to the back of Wang Sheng and did not look back. His right arm was bent, one elbow hit the waist of Wang Sheng, and at the same time, his right foot. Also just stayed in front of Wang Sheng’s right foot.

Wang Sheng did not even react, the whole person had already fallen out and slammed out of the dormitory door. Fortunately, he had good strength in the next set, but he did not fall down. Otherwise, it was the ending of a dog.

"Bad boy, do you dare to beat me?" Wang Sheng was furious and turned around, as the tiger went down the mountain and rushed toward Tang.

Tang San just hopes that in the future college life, don't encounter too much trouble, at least not to interfere with normal life. Therefore, he definitely believes that he should give a little lesson to this ‘big boss’. This is the so-called killing monkey.

Seeing Wang Sheng rushing, punching himself to his chest, Tang San did not retreat, facing Wang Sheng step forward. This step just happened to step in front of Wang Sheng, while his left hand was led and his right hand was around. Completed a simple and effective action.

Wang Sheng only felt that his right fist seemed to be pulled by a special force. He even changed his direction. At the same time, he vigorously came from Tang San’s right hand, and his foot was just picked up. The body suddenly flew out again. . This time the balance is not so good. The simple movements of Tang San’s hands have already been used in the Tang Dynasty’s method of controlling the cranes and dragons. With the power of Wang Sheng and his own power, Wang Sheng’s voice slammed into a bed.