Douluo: I Can Steal Other People's Martial Arts

That was the last test, but Ling Mo's performance in the back was also perfect, and he didn't reveal any flaws at all. Judging from this performance, there should be no problem with him.

"Strange? What's wrong?"

Tang San was curious, did Tang Hao see anything?Wasn't he an ordinary blacksmith?Why can he see what he can't see?

"Okay! Continue to strike, and prepare dinner after [-] hammers."

After slowing down, Tang Hao returned to his previous lazy appearance, and went back to sleep in the small dark room in a decadent manner, making Tang San feel bad.

"Made! This damn Tang Hao dares to test me"

On the way back to Daoxiang Village, Ling Mo's pale face looked haggard, and the wave of temptation to steal the martial spirit just now almost took him in.

But I have to say that today's harvest is very big, not only mastering Tang San's unique Tang Sect skills, but also meeting the legendary fierce man Tang Hao.

Although he looks embarrassed, no matter how embarrassed he is, he is still a well-known Title Douluo.

Back at the small tree house, Ling Mo fell asleep. The mental state was exhausted too much that day.

The next morning, Ultraman came to Lingmo to the side of the small tree house and shouted, "Xiao Mo, come down! We're leaving!"

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

Old Jack is also a well-known big man in the arena. He personally escorted the law enforcers of the God Realm to school, and said that Tang Hao was the most useless person in their village, a group of cattle critics.

It is estimated that Ultraman has also embarked on the path of Old Jack. In order to give the future great gods a chance to go to school, the story of fighting against the three giants in the next village with one enemy and three independents is widely circulated.

"Grandpa, the village chief, good morning!"

After leaving the small tree house where she had lived for six years, Ling Mo slowly climbed down. After leaving this time, it is estimated that she will never come back.

I can't help but feel a little sad, how to say this is also a pure land in the depths of my heart, and it is inevitable that I will feel a little reluctant to accompany me in countless dark nights.

The puffiness on Ultraman's face has been eliminated a lot, but some dark marks can still be vaguely seen.

The two walked together, heading for Notting College, and in the Holy Spirit Village next door, Old Jack also took Tang San out.

"This is Notting City? The first instance of the legendary Douluo traverser after leaving the Novice Village? It looks a bit interesting."

Going around, Ling Mo followed Ultraman, and finally came to the door of Notting College, and the people standing at the door were Tang San and Old Jack.

Besides, besides the two of them, there was a porter who looked after the door.

"Old Jack, what are you doing here?"

Seeing Old Jack from a distance, Ultraman excitedly ran up to say hello. It seemed that they knew each other.

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

Ling Mo walked up and greeted Tang San, while Ultraman and Old Jack chatted for a while before realizing their current situation.

"This little brother, we are from Daoxiang Village, Holy Soul Village. These two children are working students this year. Look, what procedures do we need to go through?"

It seemed that the concierge didn't want them in, so Tang San and the others also delayed here for a long time.

"Could there be a golden phoenix from the grass nest? Someone in a small village has soul power? What are you kidding me, don't bother me, get out of here quickly, be careful I'll beat you old immortal"

As soon as these words came out, Tang San's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and Ling Mo's temper even exploded.

"you"

Old Jack Altman and the two were furious. These city people basically looked down on them, the country people, and now they are embarrassing them, and the two suddenly became angry.

"Get out of here quickly, if I say no, I can't do it! What bastard Holy Soul Village, Daoxiang Village!"

The concierge said sarcastically, ignoring the anger of the two, who kept taunting.

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

Basically, it is impossible for people with soul power to appear in these villages, and Nordin College has not accepted working students for several years.

This year, two of them popped up all at once, and it is unrealistic to hear it.

There was a murderous intent hidden in Tang San's eyes, a hidden arrow appeared silently in his right hand, already hovering on the verge of making a move.

Ling Mo discovered something was wrong with Tang San, thinking that this kid is really a ruthless person, the kind who kills decisively and shows no mercy.

Only the stimulation of words made him want to kill. If he continued to stalemate, maybe he would really make a move.

"Hey, this little brother! I see that your Yintang has turned black, and there must be a bloody disaster in the near future."

At this time, Ling Mo sneaked up to the front, looking like we were very familiar, avoiding Tang San and coming directly to the doorman.

Ultraman was even more confused, "Xiao Mo, what are you doing?"

The porter looked at the six-year-old kid in front of him and said with disdain, "Hehe, I have a bloody disaster? Believe it or not, I will immediately let you bloody disaster?"

Ling Mo didn't answer him, she opened her double pupils instantly, and the moment her eyes met the doorman, the doorman was in a trance and knelt down instantly.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Tang San observed more carefully, but since he was behind Ling Mo, he didn't see his eyes.

But he felt that it must be the ghost of Ling Mo, otherwise the arrogant concierge would not be able to kneel down.

"Hey, if you have something to say, just say it, how can you do such a big ceremony, how embarrassing it is!"

While saying sorry, Ling Mo's palm exerted a little force, holding the doorman's hand, and instantly exerted force, pinching his palm to the point of pain.