3: Worship the master and be ridiculed

　　Then came the next morning.

　　Ye Feng opened his eyes early.

　　He was secretly glad that it didn't rain last night, allowing him to enjoy the starry sky.

　　God, this poor baby has lived in this environment for more than two years, it is really miserable!

　　But now he is no better to go there.

　　He awakened a sickle, and gave him two levels of spirit power.

　　After this, how can you go to the pinnacle of life and marry Bai Fumei?

　　Don't say that, even living is a problem.

　　"Hey! System boss, where are you hiding, come out quickly!!"

　　Ye Feng was lying on the bed and shouted out of thin air.

　　Oh, it can't be called a bed to be precise.

　　Just a stone in the front and back, and a 30 cm wide board in the middle.

　　He came here last night.

　　The whole ride is like sleeping on a single-plank bridge.

　　Excited a lot!

　　Don't even dare to turn over.

　　The system didn't answer him.

　　To be precise, he didn't know if he had a system.

　　Anyway, he didn't dare to shout.

　　It would be really cool if someone else heard him in a while and locked him in the village as a mental illness.

　　"Has Xiaofeng woke up?"

　　At this moment, a voice came from outside, it was Old Jack.

　　"coming!"

　　Ye Feng heard Old Jack's voice and immediately got up from the bed with a carp.

　　"Crack-"

　　It may be that the movement is too large.

　　The bed board, which had endured too much bitterness, was directly folded in half.

　　A heavy fall smashed him to the ground!

　　It hurts to fall on him.

　　After all, the ground is full of gravel.

　　Opening the fake door, he found that it was Old Jack and Tang San.

　　Tang San's eyes were slightly red.

　　It is estimated that the two fathers and sons communicated for a long time last night, and finally Tang Hao let him go.

　　"Let's set off in the morning to cool down a bit, pack up and go."

　　Old Jack said to Ye Feng.

　　"Don't pack up, just go."

　　Ye Feng washed his face.

　　So the three of them set off.

　　From sunrise to noon, Tang San and Old Jack had a lively chat along the way, and Ye Feng was like an accessory.

　　No one paid attention to him, and he didn't bother to open his mouth to avoid humiliating himself.

　　After all, as the old saying goes, people are poor and no one asks them on the side of the road. The rich have distant relatives in the mountains. If you don't have the strength, who will kill you?

　　Let's see if I can hug this Son of Destiny's thigh after getting to know Tang San gradually.

　　Don't say that he has no backbone. Without system soul power, he is a very poor two-level. If you want to rise in this world, you must do this, otherwise you won't be able to contact the top people, and you won't be able to get any resources.

　　If there is a system, he will go to worship the master, and he will hug the Son of Destiny who looks down on you from the bottom of his heart.

　　Soon to be at Notting College.

　　The familiar doorman made things difficult, the familiar old Jack was pushed down, and the familiar Tang San held a silver needle tightly in his hand. It seemed that if the other party continued to beep, the silver needle would pierce the other's body, and the doorman would die.

　　It's just that I've watched it on my phone before.

　　Now it feels like wearing VR, an immersive first-person experience.

　　The Son of Destiny is so terrifying. At the age of six, he has the means to kill. At the age of six, he could only be bullied by others.

　　Thinking of it this way, he could understand why Tang San ignored him.

　　How can a krypton gold player who starts with a god outfit look like you, a scumbag novice who doesn't even have primary equipment.

　　Soon the master will come.

　　It was a slightly skinny man in black clothes in his forties or fifties.

　　The other party glanced at the documents given by Wuhundian, and then said arrogantly, "This is the first and last time" and brought them into the Nuoding Junior Spirit Master Academy.

　　On the broad campus avenue, Grandmaster led Tang San and Ye Feng to walk.

　　Ye Feng found Tang San thoughtful.

　　"Teacher, thank you."

　　Suddenly he spoke.

　　"Oh, teacher, I'm not a teacher."

　　After the master heard Tang San say these words, he smiled faintly.

　　"Aren't you a teacher? How did you just represent the college?"

　　Tang San asked in surprise.

　　"Who said that representing the academy must be a teacher?"

　　The master smiled and replied.

　　"Oh, I understand, then you must be the dean or leader of the college."

　　Still the same as before.

　　Tang San still regarded Ye Feng as a transparent person.

　　The coherence of the topic he couldn't get in at all.

　　And it seems that the master is also very willing to chat with Tang San.

　　Anyway, after entering the door, I didn't look at him.

　　It may be that a sickle with two levels of soul power is too stretched.

　　"Oh, a small child is quite smart, but you still guessed wrong."

　　Grandmaster stopped, shook his head and looked at Tang San.

　　"Ah? So who are you?"

　　Tang San was a little surprised.

　　"I think the teacher should be the guest secretary of the academy."

　　At this moment, Ye Feng, who was beside him, said to him.

　　As someone who knows the plot in advance, it's time to brush up on the sense of existence.

　　"Hmm, I read the information on the Spirit Hall, your name is Ye Feng, right, to put it mildly, I'm the guest of this Nuoding College, but I'm actually a person who eats and drinks, Tang San, Ye Feng, the two of you. They're all smart."

　　The master nodded slightly and affirmed Ye Feng's answer.

　　"Teacher Ke Qing?"

　　In fact, Tang San didn't know much about these college systems.

　　However, when I was in Tangmen before, there were some elders Ke Qing. A college here is equivalent to a sect, so this should be Teacher Ke Qing.

　　"No, no, kid, you have to remember that teachers in this world can't just shout randomly. Everyone calls me a master, so you can call me a master, unless you really want me to be your teacher."

　　The master leaned down and looked at Tang San and said.

　　"Then you want to teach me martial arts cultivation?"

　　Tang San asked curiously.

　　"Hmm, if you want."

　　The master nodded.

　　"teacher!"

　　Tang San suddenly knelt down and bowed to the master.

　　"Hahaha, well, you are really smart. It seems that it's time for me to be persistent. After all, you are the third twin martial spirit on the entire continent."

　　The master stood with his hands behind his back, with a very happy gesture.

　　"what?!"

　　However, he didn't notice that Tang San's hand trembled slightly, and another silver needle appeared in his hand, as if he was considering whether to kill this man!

　　"Teacher, you also accept me as your apprentice!"

　　Seeing that Tang San worshipped Grandmaster so directly, Ye Feng next to him also felt that the time was ripe, and immediately knelt down.

　　Being in the same sect as Tang San, I believe that no matter how different they are in the future, they will not be able to get there.

　　"you?"

　　The master's eyes fell on Ye Feng, which seemed to be a little different.

　　"Well, Master, I also want to learn martial arts from your door, I beg you to accept me."

　　Ye Feng nodded and said very sincerely.

　　"Oh, Ye Feng, you are really brave."

　　The master smiled meaningfully, without even concealing the strong sarcasm in his eyes.

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